The handsome man lowered his eyes, his gentle gaze landing on my brow. He was a few steps away from me, exuding an air of nobility and elegance.
"Hello, Mr. Sheng, Manager."
He spoke, his gaze falling on my name tag, and solemnly read out my job title.
I understand what he means. He's curious how someone like me, a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, ended up working at the company.
He had expressed his doubts on the phone before, but it was an overseas call, so I didn't explain it to him clearly at the time.
"Hey, my dad got me this job through connections. I was just bored, so I was just playing around," I said with a smile.
As I spoke, my cheeks flushed slightly; I felt both pleased and a little nervous.
"After getting married, you learned to be humble. Muye, whom you promoted, is a real treasure."
A gentle smile appeared on Song Sinan's lips as she looked at me with admiration. As she finished speaking, her gaze shifted upwards, landing on the man beside me.
"My name is Song Sinan. Mr. Fu, it's a pleasure to meet you."
He humbly and politely extended his right hand to Fu Yanshen.
"Fu Yanshen, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Fu Yanshen shook hands with him, but his attitude was noticeably arrogant.
That's so arrogant.
He offered a cigarette to his crush.
Song Sinan shook his head slightly, "Sorry, I don't smoke."
My idol is so self-disciplined; he never smokes.
Unlike someone, no matter how many times I advised him in my past life to smoke less or quit for the sake of his health, he just wouldn't listen.
They just smoke less or not at all in front of me.
After I filed for divorce, he started to let himself go, and his smoking habit seemed to get worse.
"By the way, Brother Sinan, I'm sorry, something came up this morning and I was held up. I made you wait so long..." I said to Song Sinan with a lot of guilt.
I'm not actually very familiar with him, and he never hangs out with us good-for-nothing second- or third-generation rich kids. Even though he comes from a prominent family, he still strives for excellence and pursues elegance.
It is a flower that can only be admired from afar, and cannot be picked.
Song Sinan gently shook his head, "While I was waiting for you, I learned about Mu Ye's work. It's better than I imagined and it gave me a lot of inspiration. I will focus on producing this album from now on."
"Brother Sinan, have you already agreed to be Makino's producer?" I was flattered.
“Of course! With just one phone call from you, the boss, who's on vacation, flew all the way back from France. How could he possibly refuse this job?” Luo Luo said loudly as she came out from the inner room.
“My eldest son hasn’t made music in a long time,” she said as she walked up to me.
Luo Luo was probably exaggerating in front of Fu Yanshen on purpose. I don't have that much face in front of Song Sinan.
She's my best friend, and I've been complaining to her a lot about Fu Yanshen, that weird childhood sweetheart.
I know she's deliberately trying to make me jealous of Fu Yanshen.
However, it's no use.
"Then I'm even more grateful to Brother Sinan! With you personally handling the production, Muye's album is sure to be a huge hit!" I looked at him with eyes full of admiration, my face beaming with a confident smile.
"You're too kind. I really have high hopes for Mu Ye. The Chinese music scene hasn't seen such a genius in a long time," he said gently, looking at me.
At that moment, I clearly felt a pair of sharp eyes. I turned my head and saw Fu Yanshen looking at me.
"President Song's remuneration cannot be reduced. You can apply for a grant from the finance department later, and I will approve it," he said to me abruptly.
"Oh, Mr. Fu, you're too kind. Talking about money would hurt the relationship between Qiaoqiao and my brother! My brother used to treat Qiaoqiao better than he treated me, his own sister."
Luo Luo is up to her old tricks again.
Fu Yanshen frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "Public matters are public matters, and private matters are private matters."
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Song Sinan, he left the 12th floor with the respectful farewell of the staff.
"Young Miss, how was my performance just now?"
As soon as Fu Yanshen left, Luo Luo pulled me to an empty stairwell and tried to take credit for me.
"He clearly doesn't want you to owe my brother a favor. He only brings up money because he wants you to settle the transaction with my brother. I deliberately made him jealous, so that he'd refuse to divorce you while also making you suffer for your childhood sweetheart!"
"Why doesn't he want me to owe Snango a favor?" Although I didn't intend to owe him a favor either, I was certain I would have to pay him back.
Luo Luo: "Jealousy!"
"Impossible," I retorted.
"Oh well, who cares? I just want you to get a divorce and become my sister-in-law. My brother has been single for so many years! My parents are so worried about him," Luo Luo added.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm no match for Sinan. Otherwise, given my personality, I would have pursued him back then." I nudged Luo Luo's arm with my elbow.
Male gods are meant to be admired from afar; it's best to keep them in your heart and appreciate them quietly.
I'm a loser who's not good enough for him, and he wouldn't even look at me.
"Hey Miss, where's your confidence?" Luo Luo asked, looking confused.
I knew from a young age that I was pretty useless. Apart from having a better figure and appearance than most people, I wasn't good at studying and didn't have any special talents, but I was still confident.
My confidence stemmed from the Sheng family's wealth. The Song family's background was even better than mine, so I lost my confidence in front of Song Sinan.
If I had given Song Sinan's wealth to Fu Yanshen, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to marry him back then.
If I weren't the eldest daughter of the Sheng family, he wouldn't have married me.
"Huh, what's that smell of smoke?"
Luo Luo's voice brought me back to my senses, and I realized that the tip of my nose was sore.
"Someone's smoking, Luo Luo. I'm going back to my office. I'll treat you and Si Nan to dinner tonight, and invite Ji Yan too."
The cigarette smelled the same brand as Fu Yanshen's, but I didn't pay attention. I was making plans for dinner with Luoluo that evening.
In the evening, I went home, changed my clothes, and dressed up carefully before heading to the restaurant.
Fu Yanshen doesn't seem to be back yet, and I don't plan to call him.
There's no need to bring someone into my social circle who's someone I'll eventually part ways with.
Besides, he wouldn't care.
Just as I was thinking about how to avoid that beast tonight, I drove my Porsche, which had just been serviced, out of the garage and quickly out of the yard.
I had just stepped on the gas when suddenly someone appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of my car, about 20 meters away.
It was a girl, looking down at her phone.
I immediately honked the horn and stepped on the brakes.
"ah!"
But the car kept moving forward, and the girl looked up, opened her mouth wide, and screamed.
It was summer.
"Get out of the way!" I shouted anxiously, slamming on the brakes, but they seemed to have failed.
My car rammed into her.
In a moment of panic, I jerked the steering wheel, and the car crashed into a sycamore tree on the side curb.
A loud "bang" was heard.
The impact was so violent that I felt my internal organs shaking violently, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my throat, the windshield shattered into a spider web, the airbags deployed, and I was so scared that I closed my eyes and didn't move, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound.
Just like my reaction when that truck crashed into me in my past life.
The impact was so violent that my brain felt like it was exploding.
Am I going to die again?
Before I fell into a coma, this thought popped into my head.
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