Chapter 146 Is this Director Mu’s ability?

late at night.

Mu Jia tossed and turned in the big bed in his apartment, unable to sleep.

The neon lights outside the window shine through the gauze curtains, casting changing light and shadows on the ceiling.

She tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling into a light sleep.

But I had a very clear dream -

In her dream, she did not take the taxi to the apartment. Instead, she stopped the taxi and said to the driver tremblingly:

"Follow the car in front."

His nails dug into the seat cushion tightly, and Mu Jia stared at the taillights of the car in front without blinking.

The streets in the dream were particularly long.

The street lights cast blurry circles of light in the rain, and the black car finally stopped in front of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in the city center after driving for twenty minutes.

She watched Xie Siyan get out of the car, casually put his arm around Ye Zhen's waist, and the two of them walked into the revolving door together.

The two figures cast overlapping shadows on the marble floor.

Mu Jia followed him as if possessed.

In the elevator, the numbers kept climbing and her heartbeat became faster and faster.

The corridor on the top floor was covered with thick carpet, but her high heels made strange noises. The door of the presidential suite at the end was ajar, and light leaked through the crack.

She followed quietly and saw——

Ye Zhen's costume was scattered on the carpet, like a withered white magnolia.

Xie Siyan pressed the girl against the French window. The nightscape of Los Angeles flickered behind them. His slender fingers weaved through the girl's long, untied hair. Their intertwined figures were reflected on the entire glass wall...

"No--"

"No!"

Mu Jia sat up suddenly.

Cold sweat soaked the silk nightgown.

Outside the window, the night is dark.

Mu Jia trembled as he reached for the bottle of mineral water on the bedside, unscrewed the cap, and let the cold liquid slide down his throat.

This dream was too real.

It was so real that for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or something that really happened.

…

Beverly Hills.

The night sky is dotted with stars.

Xie Siyan leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the villa.

The whiskey glass in my hand reflects the city lights.

The call is connected.

"Brother, you're already in Los Angeles, and you still want to call me at three in the morning?"

Zhou Xu's voice was thick with sleepiness, and he could faintly hear Song Mingxi mumbling "Who is it?" beside him, with a tone that seemed to complain.

Xie Siyan shook his wine glass.

The ice cubes collided, making a crisp sound.

His tone was slightly dissatisfied, "You're sleeping at this time?"

"What else?"

Zhou Xu lowered his voice and seemed to be walking out of the bedroom quietly.

"How can someone with a wife and children who loves him live like you, President Xie, who lives a life of upheaval and sleeplessness?"

In the background, the click of a night light switch could be heard. "Mingxi's pregnancy was tough, shouldn't I be there with her, going to bed early and getting up early?"

Xie Siyan, “…”

The phone suddenly fell silent.

Zhou Xu waited for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed out loud, "What? Are you jealous of my daily life as a married person?"

He deliberately put his phone close to the nursery. "Listen, your niece's new white noise machine. I just got it. It has an underwater theme."

Xie Siyan looked at the bright city lights below him.

Suddenly I felt that the 30-year-old Macallan in my hand was tasteless.

He raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp: "Hang up."

“Don’t!”

Zhou Xu quickly lowered his voice and said sourly, "Honestly, you're bringing a graduate from a Chinese opera academy, so shouldn't you be more stylish than me? Why are you envious of this..."

The call was abruptly cut.

Xie Siyan threw his phone on the sofa.

The bottom of the glass made a dull sound when it hit the coffee table.

Ye Zhen walked in from outside, hesitant, "Mr. Xie..."

Xie Siyan raised his hand and loosened his tie.

Suddenly I felt that this 4,000-square-foot penthouse was suffocatingly empty.

——

The next morning.

Mu Jia walked into the Citibank office building with a frivolous step.

In the mirrored elevator, she saw two obvious dark circles under her eyes, and her haggard look couldn't be covered up even by concealer.

"Director Mu, do you need coffee?"

The assistant carefully handed over a cup of American coffee.

Mu Jia took it directly, contrary to his usual behavior.

She didn't even frown as the bitter liquid slid down her throat.

The two blonde colleagues exchanged surprised looks.

"Did you see that?" one of them lowered his voice. "Director Mun never drinks coffee. She always says it's bad for her skin."

In fact.

Mu Jia didn't sleep for long last night.

She walked into the office with her coffee and just sat down at her desk when the intercom rang. "Mu, come to my office."

The director's voice came through the receiver.

In front of the French window, the director pushed a blue folder in front of her. "A company with Chinese capital is looking to list on the New York Stock Exchange. They're interested in an American investment bank to handle the IPO."

He added meaningfully, "The other party offered a very high price."

"Okay, I understand."

Mu Jia responded mechanically.

Read the documents carefully and make a commitment.

——

The day of negotiation.

The glass curtain walls of Los Angeles' financial district reflect the glaring sunlight.

Mu Jia arrived at the conference room half an hour early and repeatedly checked the projection equipment and materials.

She was adjusting the pearl brooch on her collar when the door was pushed open by her assistant.

Xie Siyan and six senior executives filed in, looking neatly dressed in a custom-made suit and leather shoes that stepped on the marble floor, and appeared opposite Mu Jia.

Their eyes met, their expressions cold.

Mu Jia straightened his back instantly.

After not seeing him for two years, he seemed to be thinner, with sharper features, and his jawline seemed to be carefully carved. Only the teardrop mole at the end of his eye was exactly the same as in my memory, with a somewhat bewitching air.

"This is our director, Ms. Mu Jia," the American person in charge introduced.

Xie Siyan looked straight ahead, indifferently as if he was looking at a stranger, without even the intention of shaking hands, and walked straight towards the main seat.

Mu Jia's fingertips pinched into his palm unconsciously.

Throat tightness.

“The proposal on page three lacks data support.”

Xie Siyan flipped through the documents, his voice cold and fluent in English, "A proposal of this level will not even make it to the second round of review in Tokyo."

Mu Jia looked up suddenly.

The word Tokyo was like a key that instantly opened the floodgates of her memory and led her back to the negotiation she had once had in Japan.

She turned her head and glanced across his face.

Mu Jia pinched her thigh hard under the table, the pain instantly sobering her up. She took a deep breath and called up a backup plan: "We've detailed the data support Mr. Xie is concerned about on page 17 of the appendix..."

"Is this Director Mu's ability? How can I believe it?"

…

The meeting ended.

Mu Jia wondered if his doubts contained any new or old grudges.

The group went downstairs together, and Mu Jia followed behind. Downstairs, Mu Jia looked up and unexpectedly ran into Ye Zhen who came to pick someone up.