Whether busy or avoiding me, Jiang Wenbin knew.
He walked forward, feigning closeness, and slung an arm over Qin Hui’s shoulder. “Brother Qin, there’s no need to apologize. Given our relationship, how could I not know your situation?”
His smile froze on his face; Qin Hui couldn’t quite grasp his meaning for a moment.
“It’s like this, I’ve booked a private room and specifically came to invite you to a banquet, Brother Qin,” Jiang Wenbin said.
Qin Hui had already been informed about the banquet two days prior.
The arm on his shoulder was removed, and Qin Hui’s brow furrowed in distress. “It’s truly inconvenient, I already have plans for this evening.”
“Brother Qin, look, the hotel suite is already booked. Moreover, my Feifei is already waiting there,” Jiang Wenbin said in haste, bringing up Jiang Feifei.
Qin Hui was notoriously lecherous; his secretaries were all stunningly beautiful, no less than movie stars.
He licked his lips, his eyes appraising. “Waiting for me?”
“Yes, my daughter particularly admires you and wishes to have the opportunity for face-to-face communication,” Jiang Wenbin said, winking and raising an eyebrow.
They exchanged a knowing smile. Qin Hui patted his shoulder. “Let’s talk about it tonight. They’re also waiting for my reply. You know the principle of first come, first served.”
With that said, Jiang Wenbin could no longer press the issue.
Leaving Qin’s Group, Jiang Wenbin, on his way back to Jiang’s, made a U-turn towards Zy Group.
Under the scorching sun, pedestrians coming and going watched Jiang Wenbin stand still, head tilted upwards, under the sun.
Zy Group’s location was different from other listed companies; it was not situated in the bustling city center. It was surrounded by entertainment venues, and office buildings were unremarkable here.
Jiang Wenbin looked at the closed doors, unable to understand why Zy Group, which he had never dealt with, was specifically snatching his projects.
Could it be that they knew each other before?
He hurriedly took out his phone and searched various online platforms for information about the person in charge behind Zy Group.
After much searching, only the name Mu Liangchen appeared.
Frustrated but unwilling to give up, Jiang Wenbin picked up his phone, his expression grave as he spoke to the person on the other end.
…
“I understand. Cancel tonight’s invitation and let him attend Jiang Wenbin’s banquet.”
“Keep me informed if there are any developments.”
Jiang Ziyu stood in the rear garden of the Emperor’s residence, her arms crossed as she instructed Mu Liangchen on the other end of the phone.
Everything was going according to her plan.
After hanging up, she heard the sound of tires frictioning against the ground. Before the sound had drawn nearer, she quickly put her phone into her pocket.
Turning her head, Di Mingjue appeared at the entrance.
“You performed well today, knowing to come home early to rest.” Jiang Ziyu proactively moved closer.
Shen Lin moved aside from behind the wheelchair.
Jiang Ziyu looked down at Di Mingjue’s expression. “How are you feeling today?”
“President Di experienced dizziness twice,” Shen Lin replied from the side.
In the afternoon, Di Mingjue’s eyes could briefly perceive some light, but it was only for a moment before quickly returning to darkness.
Jiang Ziyu crouched down, reaching out to touch Di Mingjue’s temples and gently massaged them in one direction. “Be mindful of overexerting your brain. While the company is important, life is more important.”
At the end, she pressed down firmly with her hand.
Di Mingjue lifted his head in pain, looking at Jiang Ziyu with slight annoyance.
“Assistant Shen, please push him upstairs first,” Jiang Ziyu stepped back and turned to Shen Lin.
“Where are you going?” Di Mingjue pressed.
In truth, he had returned so early mainly because he was concerned about Jiang Ziyu’s health. However, upon seeing her, some words became difficult to utter.
Jiang Ziyu casually pointed at a flower bed in front of them. “Since this piece of land is vacant, why not use it to plant peonies?”
“Do you like peonies?” Di Mingjue asked.
Did she like them?
Jiang Ziyu actually disliked flowers. She felt that flowers, while beautiful, were inherently too fragile. Unable to withstand wind and rain, much like the “greenhouse flowers” people spoke of.
She looked up but did not reply.