Looking at Chen Zhenxing driving in front of her, she unconsciously licked her lips and said, “I haven’t been paying attention to the company management recently. I just saw these bidding materials.”
Owen remained silent for a long time before softly asking, “What do you think? If you want it, I’ll help you. If…”
“No,” Ou Xueman quickly interrupted, her voice firm.
She looked apologetically at Chen Zhenxing’s back, silently saying sorry. She felt weak and lost thinking about future encounters with Di Xihuang. If possible, she wanted no more connections with him. So, she said softly, “No, I don’t want it.”
Is this the person she was waiting for? He was completely different from him. Her gaze towards Chen Zhenxing was gentle and warm, contrasting her previous indifference. What exactly was the relationship between them? He received treatment even Owen couldn’t achieve.
Thinking of this, Di Xihuang stood up in frustration and walked towards the restroom, startling Zeng Min, who had been intimidated by his low pressure.
At the window, Ou Xueman felt relieved after Di Xihuang left. From the moment he and Zeng Min entered the restaurant, she had seen him but didn’t want any connection, not even a casual nod. She pretended to be absorbed in the night scenery outside.
But after he sat down, she felt his sinister gaze locked on her, like a thorn in her back.
“Ships curve into the harbor, night deep with bright lights, Pearl of the Orient sleepless all night,” Chen Zhensheng recited emotionally. “Every time I see Victoria Harbor, I think of this song. It vividly depicts Hong Kong, this city that never sleeps.”
“Ah? Oh, yes,” Ou Xueman responded absent-mindedly.
“Xueman, what’s wrong? You seem distracted,” Chen Zhensheng asked.
“Nothing, just too immersed in appreciating the scenery,” she replied, avoiding his gaze by looking out the window.
“Xueman,” Huang Tianli and Owen had arrived.
Ou Xueman smiled faintly, “You’re here.” She introduced them to Chen Zhensheng, “This is Owen and Huang Tianli.”
“Junior, we meet again,” Owen said, shaking hands gracefully.
Chen Zhensheng shook Owen’s hand, surprised. After a moment, he asked, “Xueman, do you know Owen?”
Ou Xueman was taken aback, “Is it strange that I know him?”
Chen Zhensheng slapped his forehead, “When I talked about our university’s legendary figure, you looked lost.”
