Chapter 76 If you can't protect it, don't provoke it.

Shen Mingwei walked to the booth.

The crowd parted slightly through a gap.

The consultants and assistants were extremely busy.

Su Ruan had just finished signing a contract when she looked up and saw Shen Mingwei standing in front of her, and the smile on her face faded slightly.

"Mrs. Wen."

Distant, dignified, and impeccable.

These three words were like fine needles, pricking Shen Mingwei's heart every time.

Will we still see that Ruan Ruan calling her "Mom" with a mix of grievance and anticipation?

"Soft."

"SoftVoice had a great day. Congratulations!"

“This ‘Moonlight Over the Sea’ series is perfect for Wanwan. I’d like to order a set for her.”

She took out the card, with a hint of cautious compensation in her expression.

"Mrs. Wen is very kind."

Su Ruan withdrew her gaze, her face devoid of any extra expression.

She gestured to the advisor.

"Register Mrs. Wen."

The consultant immediately stepped forward to take action.

Shen Mingwei watched as Su Ruan handled things professionally, as if she were just an ordinary, unimportant client.

That deliberate distancing is more hurtful than any cold words.

She felt empty inside, as if she had stepped into thin air.

Disappointment and embarrassment mingled, stuck in my throat.

The contract was handed to Su Ruan.

Su Ruan picked up the fountain pen engraved with SR again.

The pen tip touches the paper, and the writer signs their name.

The movements were fluid, without the slightest pause.

After signing, she handed the contract to the consultant and calmly turned her gaze to Shen Mingwei.

"The formalities have been completed, and a designated person will coordinate with Mrs. Wen regarding the handover."

Thank you for your patronage.

The voice was polite and considerate, yet it felt like there was a thick layer of glass between them.

Shen Mingwei opened her mouth, as if to say something more.

But under Su Ruan's clear yet calm gaze, all the words stuck in his throat.

She managed only a forced smile and nodded.

"well."

Holding the information card handed back by the consultant, Shen Mingwei turned and left the exhibition booth.

His silhouette conveyed a sense of desolation and haste.

On the booth's registration screen, the bright red text indicating that the pre-sale slots were full was glaringly displayed.

SoftVoice pre-sales sold out completely on the first day!

The numbers on the pre-sale registration screen finally settled on a flashing red light, like a medal of victory.

First battle won!

The opening was an absolutely phenomenal success!

The noise subsided, but the lingering effects remained.

Su Ruan stood in the center of the booth, bathed in the spotlight.

My shoulder ached slightly, but my heart burned with a scorching flame.

She did it!

Song Shengsheng's cheeks flushed with excitement. She hugged Su Ruan tightly, but then quickly let go, mindful of Su Ruan's shoulder injury.

He could only hold her arm, crying and laughing at the same time.

"It's done! It really is done! Softie!"

"Breaking 100 million! Breaking 100 million! SoftVoice, hold on!"

A light also shone in Su Ruan's eyes.

"It's because your bright moon over the vast sea is too dazzling!"

"Come on! Without you at the helm, no matter how good my drawings are, I can't get to this point!"

Shen Yu also approached with a smile, leaning against the display case with a dashing air, his long legs crossed and his smile bright and clear.

"Congratulations to you both, you've achieved legendary status in your first battle!"

"This is quite a show of power; those old ladies in Hong Kong can brag about it for a year when they go back!"

He raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying the uniquely Hong Kong style of nonchalance.

"How about that? Is that enough to give you some support?"

"Thank you, Mr. Shen and Miss Shen."

Su Ruan's smile was genuine.

"I will remember your kindness in helping me in my time of need."

"No problem!"

Shen Yu waved his hand, his smile hearty.

"You absolutely have to treat us to the victory celebration dinner tonight!"

"I'll pick the location, and I'll open the bottles!"

Su Ruan's eyes subconsciously searched the noisy exhibition hall.

That tall, aloof figure was gone.

It felt like something gently tickled my heart.

tonight?

She would rather spend time with Yan Tingnan.

With the reckoning imminent and the dust settling, she wanted to share the fruits of victory with him in the moments before it all fell.

"I'm afraid it won't work tonight."

Su Ruan withdrew her gaze, gave Shen Yu an apologetic smile, and spoke sincerely.

"The opening ceremony has just ended, and there are a lot of things to finish up."

"Spend a few more days in Beijing, and we can get together later. You can choose any place you like, and I'll treat you."

"Alright! Boss Su's made a fortune, I'll remember this big meal!"

Shen Yu was about to make a few more jokes.

A voice, tinged with suppressed emotions, broke through.

"Su Ruan".

Yan Yunye was standing a few steps away at some point.

His eyes were bloodshot, his stubble was grayish-blue, and even his expensive suit couldn't hide his disheveled appearance.

"Congratulations."

How's the injury on your shoulder?

His voice was dry, tinged with awkward concern.

"hurt?"

Shen Yu's brows furrowed suddenly as he looked at Su Ruan's shoulder, his voice rising.

"Who did this? What happened?"

Su Ruan didn't look at Yan Yunye, but only spoke to Shen Yu in a calm tone.

"There was a slight accident during the setup yesterday, and I sustained minor injuries."

"It's alright."

Shen Yu took half a step forward, his posture seemingly casual, yet subtly keeping Yan Yunye half a step away.

"An accident during the setup? What kind of accident could injure a shoulder?"

His gaze swept over Yan Yunye's dejected face, and a cold sneer appeared on his lips.

"Young Master Yan has always had many unexpected incidents, and he's still the same now?"

"If you can't protect it, don't provoke it."

"Shen Yu!"

Yan Yunye's temples throbbed with veins, and his bloodshot eyes stared intently at him.

"What I do with her is none of your business!"

"Oh,"

Shen Yu put one hand in his pocket and chuckled.

With a long stride, he subtly positioned himself between Su Ruan and Yan Yunye, his posture a blend of languid ease and assertiveness.

"It's not my turn?"

“Yan Yunye, she used to be your girlfriend. I, Chen Yu, follow the rules and keep my distance.”

"Now?"

He paused deliberately, a mocking smile playing on his lips, revealing the inherent arrogance of a Hong Kong playboy.

"Su Ruan is free. As long as she's willing, I, Chen Yu, have the right to interfere in her affairs!"

Who do you think you are?

The air froze instantly, the smell of gunpowder was so strong it was pungent.

Two men, one defeated and unwilling to accept defeat, the other fiercely protective of his own.

Their gazes collided in the air, sparks flying.

Song Shengsheng rolled her eyes and silently took a step back, not wanting to get involved in this chaotic scene.

Su Ruan also felt a wave of tired embarrassment and was about to speak.

"Miss Su, Mr. Yan would like to invite you to the lounge."

A figure cut in.

Jinghuai.

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like he had pressed the pause button.

The sharpness in Shen Yu's eyes softened, and he looked at Jing Huai thoughtfully.

Jing Huai turned his gaze to Yan Yunye and added in a formulaic manner.

"Young Master Yan, President Yan would like to invite you to come along as well."

Yan Yunye's body stiffened abruptly, and his face turned from pale to white.

His father was looking for him?

Together with Su Ruan?

What could it be?

Su Ruan's injury?

still……

He dared not think too deeply about it.

Su Ruan understood.

A storm is coming.

It's time for a reckoning.

"knew."

"Young Master Shen, Sheng Sheng, the finishing touches will be hard work, please excuse me."

Shen Yu nodded, his tone relaxed.

"Go ahead, Boss Su."

...

As the exhibition drew to a close, the crowds thinned out.

The Wen and Su families, each with their own thoughts, prepared to leave.

Wen Shuheng's expression was solemn, Shen Mingwei was in a daze, and Wen Wanwan forced herself to maintain her composure.

Su Zhenting's face was ashen, and Cen Xue supported Su Shiwan, whose face was deathly pale. They just wanted to leave this suffocating and embarrassing place as soon as possible.

The group had just reached the exit of the passage.

Several security personnel dressed in dark suits and with a cold and aloof demeanor silently blocked the way.

Their movements were precise and their training was excellent, like a wall that suddenly descended.

"Excuse me, could you please wait a moment?"