Chapter 48 Shen Shuangmiao, You Have No Heart
No, it's just an investment, how could it be...?
Shen Shuang Miao comforted herself in her heart.
The private room was very quiet.
Soothing jazz music played in the hallway, flowing through the cracks in the doors.
Zhao Mobai leaned back lazily in his chair, his gaze unabashedly scrutinizing Shen Shuangmiao across from him.
Shen Shuangmiao sensed a strange aggressiveness in his gaze and immediately felt a little uncomfortable.
"This restaurant has a nice ambiance. I didn't expect you to have such good taste." Zhao Mobai swirled the wine in his glass, a playful smile playing on his lips. "It's really making me more and more interested."
Shen Shuangmiao frowned slightly but maintained her smile.
"Mr. Zhao, you flatter me. It is our honor that my studio has caught your eye. Let's talk more about the details of the subsequent investment. I plan to use the funds you gave me as a new beginning to upgrade the studio into a company."
"The first step is to find a suitable office building..."
Shen Shuangmiao tried to steer the conversation back to work.
But Zhao Mobai seemed not to hear.
He suddenly leaned forward, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.
"Actually, I don't know much about the architectural design industry. I also don't know how much your net worth will be in Beijing once your company is up and running. Will I be able to afford it?"
His words carried a strong hint of amusement, "I wonder how much one has to pay to become Miss Shen's deeply trusted partner?"
Shen Shuangmiao was taken aback, not expecting him to consider in-depth cooperation.
Just as she was about to respond, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, slamming against the wall with a dull thud.
With a loud bang, Shen Shuangmiao jumped in fright. Turning her head, she saw Zhu Jin standing at the door, his eyes cold and his face gloomy, as if he could drip water.
He had clearly just overheard the question about his net worth, and his sharp gaze was fixed on Zhao Mobai, before finally settling on Shen Shuangmiao's instantly changed expression.
A flash of anger appeared in Zhu Jin's eyes as he let out a cold laugh, his voice becoming ruthless.
"Shen Shuangmiao, I overestimated you. You haven't even gotten the divorce certificate yet, and you've already found someone new so impatiently? And you can even talk about prices here without any restraint."
After saying that, he turned to Zhao Mobai without waiting for Shen Shuangmiao to speak, his hostility in his tone undisguised.
"Mr. Zhao, are you in such a hurry to become a third party in someone else's marriage? That's not very honorable. I think Shen Shuangmiao hasn't told you yet, but we're not actually divorced."
The smile on Zhao Mobai's face faded, and he stood up unhappily.
The two tall men instantly found themselves in a standoff, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
Shen Shuangmiao felt immense pressure standing among them. Just as she was about to speak, Zhao Mobai raised an eyebrow, his tone equally unfriendly.
"President Zhu, I heard that you have already signed the agreement and are just waiting to get the marriage certificate. Besides, even if you get married, you are free to pursue better options, aren't you?"
"It seems you've found a better option. The whole industry is talking about how you and Miss Zhou are a perfect match. Why do you care what kind of man Miss Shen, who's just one marriage certificate away from becoming your ex-wife, is with?"
As a leading figure in the financial industry, Zhao Mobai is always the center of attention wherever he goes.
Zhao Mobai also has a temper. After being teased by Zhu Jin, he didn't hesitate to retort.
As the tension between the two intensified, Shen Shuangmiao worried that the situation would spiral out of control and become unmanageable.
She stood up, grabbed Zhu Jin's arm, and pushed him away forcefully before he could speak.
"Come out with me first!"
Zhu Jin neither refused nor shook her off; he simply stared intently at her with his scarlet eyes, letting her lead him out of the private room.
Once they reached a secluded corner, Shen Shuangmiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as she stood still, she immediately shook off Zhu Jin's hand.
"What exactly do you want? We've already ended things, what right do you have to interrupt my work discussions? And you even spoke ill of my investors!"
"Work?" Zhu Jin suddenly pressed him against the cold wall.
A strong smell of alcohol hit him, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Is talking about your net worth your job? Shen Shuangmiao, are you so short of money, or so short of men? Isn't Fu Xuan enough for you to enjoy?"
He squeezed hard with his fingertips, making Shen Shuangmiao's wrist ache.
Shen Shuangmiao struggled for a moment in pain, but Zhu Jin pressed her down even tighter.
Zhu Jin lowered his head and approached her, his hot breath spraying onto her forehead, his voice hoarse with the huskiness of drunkenness.
"Tell me, don't you have a heart? What did those past few years mean to you? You just throw them away like that?"
Hearing his accusatory questions, Shen Shuangmiao felt as if she were nailed to a pillar of shame, as if she had been the bad person from beginning to end.
He was the one who wanted her, and he was also the one who didn't want her.
Shen Shuangmiao felt it was absurd and ridiculous, and the emotions she had long suppressed were now covered by endless bitterness.
She turned her head away from Zhu Jin's presence, her voice cold and ruthless.
"Zhu Jin, you're drunk. Don't cause trouble here. Don't forget that you were the one who fell for Zhou Wu first, and you were the one who used passive-aggressive tactics to force me to leave! You're the one who abandoned our past!"
Shen Shuangmiao's voice suddenly rose, but she forced herself to suppress it.
"Who are you trying to fool with this act of being all lovey-dovey after being abandoned? We've had nothing to say to each other for ages!"
After saying that, Shen Shuang used her skillful technique to push Zhu Jin away.
This time, Zhu Jin seemed to be provoked by her words, and his strength loosened a bit. He leaned against the opposite wall, panting heavily, and looked at Shen Shuangmiao with a complicated expression.
Shen Shuangmiao could clearly see the hatred in his eyes, mixed with an undisguised pain.
No, she must have misread it.
How could Zhu Jin possibly be in pain?
Shaking her off is something Zhu Jin has always excelled at.
No, it should be said that it's something I've always dreamed of.
Otherwise, how could Zhu Jin have spent two whole years competing with her?
Shen Shuangmiao straightened her clothes and slightly disheveled hair, took a deep breath, and turned to walk towards the private room.
Zhao Mobai remained seated at the table, waiting, unaware of whether he had heard the sounds coming from outside in the corridor.
He held a cigar between his fingers, the scarlet flame flickering.
The man simply sat there quietly, exuding an undeniable sense of oppression.
Shen Shuangmiao immediately apologized sincerely: "President Zhao, I am very sorry for what happened just now. I didn't expect it either. I will handle it properly and will definitely not let this happen again..."
Hearing this, Zhao Mobai narrowed his eyes, glanced out the window, and waved his hand.
"Alright, let's eat first. Tell me about the development prospects of your studio."
Shen Shuangmiao composed herself and sat down.
This time, they didn't talk about anything else; the conversation revolved entirely around work, and the atmosphere was considerably cooler than their previous interactions.
Shen Shuangmiao knew that Zhao Mobai was still unhappy and his mood was ruined, but there was nothing she could do.
She was also one of the victims.
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