Su Xingnuo said “okay,” hung up the phone, and calmly tidied up before walking to the garage. She drove the car out of the Liu residence at a leisurely pace.
The cooperation with Shu Group would be a huge boost for Xie Ran’s company, but unfortunately, the man’s attention was completely on Shen Qingya.
Since that was the case, she decided to help Xie Ran, giving him plenty of time to spend with Shen Qingya.
Ruitu Company
As soon as Su Xingnuo arrived, Yang An led her to the VIP reception room.
“Madam Xie, the business with Shu Group is entrusted to you.”
Su Xingnuo revealed a meaningful smile and placed her hand on the door handle.
“Of course.”
Thinking of the two divorce agreements already printed, Yang An wished he could tear them up on the spot.
If the company lost the First Lady, it might not be able to go public safely.
Su Xingnuo calmly pushed open the door of the reception room.
Yang An waited outside. Ten minutes later, when she came out, he hurried to follow.
Su Xingnuo bade farewell to the vice president:
“Mr. Shu, we’ll have a chance to cooperate next time.”
Yang An was completely stunned.
Once Mr. Shu left, he hurried after Su Xingnuo.
“Madam, what… what happened? Didn’t it go through?”
Impossible—this was the First Lady. For the past three years, whenever she got involved, there was no deal she couldn’t close.
What was going on today?
Su Xingnuo pushed open Yang An’s office and sat down, leaning back slightly. She lifted her eyelids slightly.
“Mr. Shu hates people without a sense of time. We made him wait so long. I made my pitch, but he didn’t agree.”
“Ah?”
Yang An immediately regretted it. He should have informed her in advance instead of telling Xie Ran.
“It’s my fault.”
Su Xingnuo glanced at a folding chair lying in the corner. She raised an eyebrow.
“You stay at the company?”
“Recently, yes. My home is far, so I stay here,” Yang An replied.
Of course he was busy. Xie Ran was rarely seen, leaving all tasks to him. He was so busy he cut commuting time to get some extra rest.
Su Xingnuo hadn’t expected Yang An to care so much about the company.
“What’s your annual salary? Do you get a year-end bonus?”
Yang An froze, thinking he was about to be reprimanded.
“I… I earn 200,000 yuan annually, and this year is my first year-end bonus. I’m not sure how much it will be.”
Su Xingnuo frowned slightly—this was the lowest salary she had ever seen.
She smiled slightly. Yang An had been by Xie Ran’s side longer than her, yet he was only given a 200,000 yuan salary.
“The design department at Liu Group seems to be recruiting an assistant director,” she mentioned casually. No need to be too explicit; a passing hint was enough.
Hearing this, Yang An would probably check the recruitment site.
Puzzled, he could only smile and acknowledge.
Su Xingnuo prepared to get up, but her gaze fell on a document on the desk.
“Yang, are you married?”
Before Yang An could react, Su Xingnuo had already picked up a divorce agreement.
He could only grit his teeth and say, “I’m single. This… Mr. Xie asked me to print it.”
Su Xingnuo flipped through the agreement. It had both her name and Xie Ran’s on it.
She scanned it quickly and tossed it onto the desk.
“Hah, he wants me to walk away with nothing… ugly in looks, but ambitious in mind.”
Yang An hesitated.
“Madam, actually, Mr. Xie only wants to annoy you. He never intended to really divorce you.”
Saying this made his chest feel tight, as if the words themselves were awkward.
Su Xingnuo smiled, crossing her arms.
“Don’t worry. I won’t sign it.”
She would never agree to such an unequal contract.
“Oh, by the way, this project was supposed to be handled by Manager Huang,” she added, standing to leave.
The reason Xie Ran never knew how much she had done for the company was because she always let Manager Huang take the credit.
After Su Xingnuo left, Yang An was filled with mixed emotions.
With the First Lady refusing to divorce, the company would still be under her protection—no need to worry about losing his job for now.
But Xie Ran was outside spending time with his mistress, and the First Lady was working hard for the company for a scumbag like him, yet she refused to divorce.
It was infuriating!
Helpless, he called Xie Ran to report the situation truthfully.
Xie Ran was at home with Shen Qingya. Upon hearing the project didn’t go through, he tugged at his tie.
“Do you think I’m feeding you for nothing?”
Yang An quickly shifted the topic.
“I gave the divorce agreement to Madam. She didn’t sign it.”
Xie Ran glanced at Shen Qingya beside him and awkwardly moved the phone to the other side.
“Of course I know she wouldn’t sign. When you have time, hand her the agreement and tell her—if she doesn’t want things to get ugly, don’t throw a tantrum. Otherwise, I’ll be serious.”
He was waiting for Su Xingnuo to come to him, curious how long she could keep up the act.
Yang An hung up without delivering the agreement.
After all these years, she had done so much for the company—asking her to walk away with nothing was outrageous.
If he were to decide, the company should belong entirely to her.
Back at the Liu residence, Su Xingnuo picked a dress from Jiang Lan’s collection for tomorrow’s birthday banquet.
Xie Ran hadn’t called her yet, so he was probably sure she wouldn’t attend.
The banquet would be held at Lanyu Hotel, a high-end hotel under Xie Ran’s company in Gang City.
Su Xingnuo entered the hall in a striking red gown. The off-shoulder design revealed her delicate collarbones. Even so, she drew attention from everyone around.
Many people felt she looked familiar, but couldn’t recall her name immediately.
Su Xingnuo remained calm. Three years was enough for people to forget someone.
Nearby, Xie Ran was speaking with a man. He glanced at Su Xingnuo, first surprised, then smug as if he had expected her.
After finishing his conversation, he walked up to her. Seeing her carefully dressed, a surge of possessiveness rose in his heart.
“You said you wouldn’t come?”
He knew Su Xingnuo still cared about him.
Though her lips refused to respond, it didn’t stop her actions.
Su Xingnuo didn’t want to speak to him. Tonight, Xie Ran wouldn’t announce her identity, and she wouldn’t reveal herself as his wife.
Seeing her silent, Xie Ran thought she had no way out and wanted to give her a graceful exit.
“Xie Ran—”
Shen Qingya approached, holding her skirt.
Today, she wore a pink gown. From the front, it seemed ordinary, but the back was completely open. Her hair was piled high, and red gemstone earrings adorned her ears.
Standing beside Xie Ran, her gaze practically melted him.
“Sorry, Sister Xingnuo. Xie Ran thought you wouldn’t come today, so he asked me to help manage the banquet. I really didn’t mean to steal your spotlight. Now that you’re here, you can handle everything.”
Xie Ran glanced at Shen Qingya with concern, then said to Su Xingnuo:
“Since you’re here, take care of the guests. Qingya is pregnant—she really shouldn’t be doing this.”
Su Xingnuo smiled gently.
“Miss Shen, if you were in charge of the guests from the start, you should see it through. How could someone else take over midway? How would Xie Ran explain to the guests?”
She looked at Xie Ran.
“Right?”