Half a year later, the opening day of the most important promotional building for the “Japanese Wind” project in collaboration with the Ying Pu family finally arrived.
She knew he would come, but her beautiful face remained as calm and cold as it had been in the past few months, with no one knowing what she was thinking.
“He wants to see me?”
Shang Ke Xin looked at Bai Ting Li, who came to inform her, a complex emotion flashing briefly in her cold, beautiful eyes.
“Yes! Do you… not want to see him?” Bai Ting Li asked carefully. In the past six months, Shang Ke Xin had become more capable and rational at work, but she seemed even more difficult to get along with than her previous self who would occasionally throw unreasonable tantrums.
“No!”
After a second of silence, she lifted the corner of her mouth and said: “He’s the protagonist of this project. As long as the conditions are reasonable, we should naturally cooperate fully. It’s just a small matter of meeting him.”
She spoke extremely reasonably, but to Bai Ting Li, who knew how much she had suffered for Ying Pu Cang Jie, it only felt cold-blooded.
“Do you really… have no feelings for him anymore?
Shang Kexin, who had just lowered her head to look at the document, trembled slightly, then looked up at Bai Tingli, “Help me arrange the time! I’ll go see him.”
She admitted nothing, denied nothing, as if she had completely forgotten the past, which made Bai Tingli feel even more reluctant.
Why would the once passionate and lovely Shang Kexin turn into this state?
Her palms were sweating, her heart racing rapidly in her chest. Dressed in a branded suit, she looked beautiful and capable, but her slightly unsteady steps betrayed her inner nervousness.
She stared at the presidential suite door before her, ordering herself not to overthink. Ying Pu Cangxie wanted to see her, surely just about the project proposal, nothing more.
So she stood before the door, raised her hand, and pressed the doorbell.
On the other side of the door, there was no movement for a long time, until she pressed the bell again, and it was slowly opened.
“Mr. Ying Pu…”
