Song Mai's eyes were very sincere.

The man nodded and quietly left where no one was watching.

When Zheng Yao rushed over after hearing about the incident, Fang Yu was watching the restored surveillance video.

When he saw her come in, Fang Yu's face darkened, like a sky covered by dark clouds, without a ray of sunshine.

Zheng Yao's heart suddenly sank to the bottom: "Manager Fang..."

Fang Yu looked up at her, his eyes like an impenetrable wall, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Zheng Yao's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes darted around nervously the moment she met Fang Yu's gaze.

"I didn't mean to lie to you."

Fang Yu sneered: "How does it feel to use people?"

Zheng Yao was terrified and, in her haste, quickly feigned grievance and explained:

"It's not what you see. You know Song Mai and I have never gotten along. She suddenly got married, and to a very handsome guy. Everyone in the company is talking about her marriage, and many people even envy her. I feel uncomfortable. I just don't believe that a man like that could really be so devoted to her, so..."

As she said this, she secretly glanced at Fang Yu.

Seeing that he seemed to believe her, she breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"Who would have thought that Song Mai would see this and accuse me of seducing her husband? She also insulted me about this in public many times. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I resorted to this desperate measure."

"Manager, I didn't mean to take advantage of you. I'm just an ordinary girl, and I'm usually quite straightforward. Please forgive me this time. I'll never do it again. You've always been very important to me..."

At this point, Zheng Yao wiped away her tears and started crying.

Fang Yu already harbored some feelings for Zheng Yao, and now that she had explained herself and was crying like this, even if Fang Yu was still angry, he would soften.

"This will not be repeated."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yao immediately stopped crying and started laughing.

"Thank you, manager. You're the best."

Meanwhile, Song Mai, who had been working on the project, resumed his work and spent the entire day on it.

As the clock struck four in the afternoon, Song Mai stretched wearily.

She tidied up the translated documents on the table, held them in her arms, and knocked on the manager's office door.

"It's all been translated."

Fang Yu took the document, glanced through it briefly, and gave her an approving look:

"Thank you for your hard work. This project really needs to be handled by you. Only when you're in charge can I feel so at ease."

Song Mai lowered her eyes: "It's only right."

It's just about making money; there's no hardship involved.

Fang Yu patted her shoulder:

"I'm sorry you had to go through that before. I've heard that you and Zheng Yao have been having some conflicts. There's a very high-end dinner party coming up later, and you and... Zheng Yao, you two will come with me. Firstly, to make it up to you, and secondly, to ease the tension between you two. Only when internal relations are stable can we work together to get the job done."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yao's eyes lit up, and she immediately jumped up from her seat, beaming as she winked at the manager.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, thank you manager."

The others, however, were somewhat dissatisfied and whispered among themselves:

"How could she possibly get such a good opportunity?"

"How could the manager allow someone who seduced another woman's husband to attend a dinner party?"

"The manager is up to something big tonight! With Zheng Yao and Song Mai's relationship, it's no wonder they'll fight if they go to a banquet together."

Hearing the crowd's discussion, Zheng Yao rolled her eyes and said unhappily:

"What's it to you? The manager can take whomever he wants. When did it become your place to interfere? If you ask me, you people are just sour grapes!"

After saying that, she deliberately raised her voice and spoke in Fang Yu's direction:

"The manager is a wise and insightful person; he must have his reasons for choosing whomever he chooses."

Fang Yu was clearly pleased, and his smile became even wider.

"We'll set off in an hour. You two go get ready first."

Song Mai usually goes out without makeup. To save money, she doesn't even have many cosmetics, and her clothes are all cheap items bought from night market stalls, three pieces for 100 yuan.

She didn't have much to dress up for, so she went to the bathroom to comb her hair again and tied it into a high ponytail, which she considered a proper makeover.

In front of the Wanjing Dihao Hotel.

The manager changed into a tailor-made suit, and Zheng Yao also dressed up carefully.

She wore a pink, fitted dress, her hair was styled in a high bun, and her makeup was exquisite.

Only Song Mai seemed out of place. She was still wearing that faded blue shirt, the most ordinary jeans and canvas shoes, and carrying a very old-fashioned gray laptop bag.

It looks like it was given away as a free gift when you buy a computer.

If one had to point out something outstanding about her, it would probably be her face. Even without any makeup, her skin was incredibly clear and her features were quite delicate. However, her plain and unadorned appearance only made her seem rather bland.

Once you throw it into a crowd, you won't be able to find it no matter how hard you look.

Just as the three of them were about to step inside, the waiter at the door stopped them.

"You two can go in, but she can't."

As he spoke, he glanced at Song Mai.

“We’re together,” Fang Yu quickly explained.

The waiter said expressionlessly, "Those who are not properly dressed are not allowed to enter. This is a high-class cocktail party; formal attire is required for entry. You're dressed like this..."

As he spoke, the waiter looked Song Mai up and down:

"If we let you in, everyone will probably think you're a beggar."

Fang Yu felt a little embarrassed; the people around him were indeed dressed in fine clothes.

Although he and Zheng Yao weren't dressed in particularly expensive clothes, they had dressed up carefully, at least in formal attire.

Song Mai was the only one who stood out from the crowd.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking with difficulty: "Song Mai, why don't you go back and buy some clothes nearby, or we can just call it quits for today and you go back first, and I'll make it up to you in another way later."

Zheng Yao glanced at Song Mai with disdain and said sarcastically:

"How could she bear to buy clothes? She won't change her clothes until they're worn out. Asking her to buy a dress from nearby just to attend a party would probably be worse than killing her. Just go back and let that poor bastard you married come pick you up."

However, no sooner had Zheng Yao finished speaking than the group walked out of the hotel.

The man at the head of the group was handsome and extraordinary, dressed in a black bespoke suit, exuding an air of nobility and arrogance. Behind him were seven or eight people of varying ages, whose clothes were clearly very expensive.

However, they appeared much weaker compared to the man in charge. Although none of them spoke, a closer look at their expressions revealed that they all held the man in high regard.

Song Mai was standing facing the hotel entrance when the leading man came out and their eyes met.

Song Mai's breath hitched. Who else could this person be but her contract husband?