The two rushed to the hotel, where the assistant at the door recognized them immediately, waved to them, swiped his card to open the room door: "Mr. Shen is inside."

Yang Qingheng nodded slightly, pushed open the door and went in. The smile on her face paused for a moment when she saw another woman in the room, but quickly returned to its perfect curve. No one noticed, except for Qiao Xihe, who had been looking at her with mockery since she entered the room.

Yang Qingheng ignored her and smiled at Shen Rong: "Mr. Shen, I'm really sorry about today. I didn't explain to you where we were supposed to meet, and we missed each other."

Shen Rong lowered his eyes and poured tea, not responding to her words immediately. Instead, he looked at Qiao Xihe and pushed the teacup in front of her: "This is black tea that my assistant brought over. Miss Qiao, please try it."

"This is troublesome," Qiao Xihe nodded. "Why isn't Boss Yang sitting down? Is it because the sofas here aren't high-class enough?"

"Of course not." Yang Qingheng gave a fake smile and sat down opposite her.

Shen Rong seemed to only then notice her: "Boss Yang, let's just let today's matter go."

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips: "Mr. Shen, knowing that this is your first time in Beijing, I have specially arranged some unique hotels and attractions. If you are interested, you can go and have a look around with the assistant I arranged."

“Okay, not bad.” Shen Rong became interested.

“The weather in the capital is perfect for shopping, Mr. Shen, you’ve come to the right place,” Yang Qingheng chuckled. “It would probably take a long time to explore, Mr. Shen, so why don’t we sign the contract now, so I don’t spoil your enjoyment later.”

Before Shen Rong could speak, Qiao Xihe chimed in with a sneer: "It's so cold outside, what's there to see? Are you trying to freeze Designer Shen to death?"