Shen Tinghe's dark pupils were fixed on Lin Qingtong, his expression indifferent and aloof as he stared at her.

Lin Qingtong was taken aback. Shen Tinghe didn't say anything. She was curious and tilted her head, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me like that? Am I that attractive to you?"

Shen Tinghe scoffed and said, "You're far too narcissistic. Who would be attracted to you?"

Lin Qingtong slowly approached, her hands behind her back, her eyes full of smiles.

"So what do you want to tell me?"

Shen Tinghe's deep, unfathomable gaze swept over her, and he repeated the same words as before.

"I'm worried that you'll lose and embarrass me."

Lin Qingtong looked as if she had just realized something, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Don't worry, you don't need to worry about me."

Shen Tinghe snorted coldly and replied indifferently, "Did I say I was worried about you?"

Lin Qingtong simply smiled without saying a word, her eyes filled with laughter, as if she understood everything.

Just then, Lin Jiaorui walked out from the side, wearing high heels and a gentle smile on her face, but the words she spoke were extremely harsh.

"Mr. Shen, please don't mind. My sister might not be in a good mood today because she finally found a worker, but he stood her up. However, I still advise her that she should find another one."

"Don't blame the workers if you lose."

She covered her face and giggled, her eyes full of mockery.

Lin Qingtong glanced at her calmly and confidently, her tone full of determination.

"I believe he will come."

Lin Jiaorui's smile grew increasingly sarcastic and disdainful.

"My sister is too kind; she actually believes what this kind of person says."

Her words seemed to imply that Lin Qingtong was somewhat foolish for believing even a worker's words.

Shen Tinghe's gaze fell on Lin Qingtong, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

He should have left, but he wanted to see what kind of worker Lin Qingtong trusted so much, that she could be so devoted to him.

At the same time, a dull and displeased look rose in my chest.

Lin Jiaorui crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and smugly uttered a sentence.

"Sister, you don't need to wait anymore, he can't come."

Upon hearing Lin Jiaorui's words, Lin Qingtong immediately sensed something was wrong and shot her a cold look.

"What have you been doing?"

Lin Jiaorui stood there with a charming smile, blinking her eyes innocently.

"Sister, please don't wrong me. I didn't do anything. See for yourself if you don't believe me."

She opened her phone and handed it to Lin Qingtong. The moment Lin Qingtong saw it clearly, her expression changed, because it was a newly released news article.

A car accident occurred at the intersection one kilometer away, involving a van and a truck.

Inside the van was Gao Shan's contact number, along with tools scattered all over the ground.

Lin Qingtong recognized Gao Shan's van at a glance, and her heart tightened.

But he showed no outward expression, only uttering a single sentence indifferently.

"So what does this prove?"

Lin Jiaorui put her phone away and looked Lin Qingtong up and down.

"Sister, you shouldn't force yourself. I know you've always been a jinx, and whoever is with you is doomed."

"You don't need to be sad. If you can't find workers, I can recommend a few to you."

Her hypocritical words reached Lin Qingtong's ears, full of sarcasm and irony.

Just then, Shen Tinghe suddenly spoke up.

"But I don't feel unlucky."

Lin Jiaorui was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what Shen Tinghe meant, but Lin Qingtong understood immediately and looked at him with slight surprise.

That look seemed to ask—aren't you afraid that others will find out about our relationship?

Shen Tinghe stood there with one hand in his pocket, showing no fear whatsoever, and even laughed out loud.

Lin Jiaorui sensed something was off about the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, but couldn't quite grasp it.

She simply smiled and asked Shen Tinghe directly.

"Mr. Shen, what do you mean by that? Are you sure you didn't say something wrong?"

Shen Tinghe's thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Lin Qingtong stopped him immediately.

“You misheard me. Mr. Shen was talking about something else. If you have nothing else to do, you should go back and keep an eye on your workers. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of me.”

Just then, a commotion came from the doorway.

"Miss Lin!"

Lin Qingtong looked back and saw Gao Shan leading other workers toward them, their carts laden with tools.

His tall, broad frame reached Lin Qingtong, and he answered with a simple, honest smile.

"Something happened on the way, so I was delayed. Please don't mind."

"But don't worry, I said I'd be here today, and I definitely will."

When Lin Jiaorui saw Gao Shan appear, she felt a burning pain on her cheek. Feeling embarrassed, she could only snort coldly in order to regain her composure.

"Your worker is too young. Even if he comes, he won't be of much use. He's nowhere near as skilled as the experienced workers."

Gao Shan dragged the cart into the corridor, his gaze sweeping over Lin Jiaorui without saying much. He simply turned and went into the unfinished room, where he began to bustle about.

Lin Qingtong glanced at Lin Jiaorui and made the suggestion directly.

"If you think my worker isn't capable enough, you can wait until he finishes it and then take a look."

Lin Qingtong had complete trust in Gao Shan's abilities, after all, he had done all the renovations at the villa last time, and the results were excellent.

Lin Jiaorui snorted coldly, her face still full of disbelief.

"I'll wait, but don't make up any more excuses later, sister."

As for Shen Tinghe, he watched for a while and Lin Qingtong didn't even know when he left.

An hour later, Gao Shan came out of the restaurant, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and announced to Lin Qingtong.

"Miss Lin, you can come in and take a look now."

Lin Qingtong walked in and saw a smooth, curved line appear on the restaurant floor. She touched it and found it to be very sturdy; all that was left was to apply plaster later.

Lin Qingtong looked at Lin Jiaorui with interest and asked with a smile.

"You can't tell whether this thing is good or bad, can you?"

Lin Jiaorui was about to answer like that, but after hearing what she said, she swallowed her words back.

Just then, a figure walked in, holding a design draft, and announced it to Lin Jiaorui.

“Miss Jiao Rui, I’m afraid I can’t complete this task, but I’ve replaced it with something else. You can go and take a look.”

It's Master Tong.

Lin Qingtong peeked over and saw that Lin Jiaorui had also designed a curved plaster line, which was not much different from her own.

Upon hearing Master Tong's words, Lin Jiaorui became furious and immediately reprimanded him.

“I paid you so much, and you can’t even finish this? What use are you? You’re so old, have some shame.”

Master Tong was thoroughly scolded, but then he glanced around and saw Gao Shan smiling and looking at him from the side. His face immediately turned pale.

What is this person doing here?