Chapter 101 Don't be angry anymore, okay?
Private business meeting room on the top floor.
Shang Qiuzhu and several important partners sat in the comfortable sofa area, with Yan Shuang sitting quietly beside him.
On the coffee table in front of her was a glass of red wine that the waiter had just poured for her.
Having experienced the commotion downstairs, she dared not do anything out of line again, even keeping her hands neatly folded on her knees.
But the aroma of the wine was so tempting that she couldn't resist stealing a glance at the glass.
Shangqiu Zhu was listening to a business partner speak, her face expressionless. She didn't even turn her head to look at her, but simply leaned forward slightly, her arm reaching across her as if to grab the cigar cutter on the table.
However, as his fingertips brushed past her, they pushed her glass of red wine a fraction of an inch closer to her.
Yan Shuang was slightly taken aback, but immediately understood.
She glanced up at him quickly, but he remained focused on the conversation, as if her subtle movement had been unintentional.
She picked up the cup and took a few sips.
I could hear his voice talking.
Those topics: quantum computing, neuromorphic chips, biological algorithms...
She could hear every word clearly, but could hardly understand them.
He was building a cutting-edge world that was completely unfamiliar to her.
Yan Shuang's gaze involuntarily fell on the man beside her, her mind suddenly drifting away.
Just downstairs, separated by several floors, lies another glamorous world.
There she had just experienced: the instant pleasure built on money, the extravagant lifestyle of Du Yunchuan who squandered his family's wealth, and countless souls seeking fleeting thrills and numbness.
But Shangqiu bamboo seems to never need to seek a sense of existence in those superficial sights and sounds.
He walks calmly at the top of the world of fame and fortune, yet never indulges in it.
He effortlessly possessed everything that those downstairs could only dream of. He came from the bustling crowd, yet sat on the edge of this invisible cloud, chuckling as he discussed the truly powerful things that could drive the world forward.
Yan Shuang sat beside him, watching his profile as he spoke eloquently. At that moment, she clearly realized that what stood between them was more than just the title "brother-in-law."
It's more than just a difference in human/ethical status.
It was an insurmountable chasm of stars that she could never cross in her lifetime.
She was at the edge of this sea of stars, allowed by him to stop temporarily. She could see all the sights, yet stood outside all the light.
She felt so insignificant.
Shangqiu Zhu suddenly turned to the side: "If you feel stuffy, you can go to the terrace for some fresh air."
Yan Shuang put down the cold glass, nodded, and was about to get up when a warm weight suddenly fell on her shoulder. His well-tailored black suit jacket had already covered her body, which was only wearing a silk slip dress.
Warmth enveloped her in an instant.
He pulled her clothes closer to his chest and whispered, "I'll do it as soon as possible."
Yan Shuang tilted her head back from the overly wide lapel of her suit and said with a smile that it was okay and there was no rush.
The wind from the terrace instantly enveloped her; she took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs.
She took out her phone, the screen lit up, and the cold white light illuminated her face.
The email from Cambridge lay quietly in my inbox.
With your fingertip hovering above the screen, those few centimeters feel like an eternity.
She turned back to look at the private room one last time.
Shangqiu Zhu looked up as if she sensed something.
Through the glass door, bathed in the glow of champagne, his gaze steadily met hers.
She looked at him and smiled with relief.
She then turned away under his gaze.
Yan Shuang placed her phone screen face down against the railing. She stopped looking at the lights downstairs and stopped looking back at the figure in the center of the light inside the glass door.
She looked up at the vast night sky above the city.
The wind on the terrace whipped her long hair wildly, the strands flying backward like seaweed.
She stood so straight, yet her back seemed so frail, as if it would be completely crushed by the wind and blend into the boundless night behind her.
Shangqiu Zhu came out, his warm chest pressed against her back, his arm wrapped around her waist from behind, and his chin gently brushed against the top of her head: "What are you thinking about?"
Yan Shuang's gaze remained fixed on the night sky, her voice carried softly by the wind: "I'm thinking about something."
His breath, tinged with alcohol, brushed against her earlobe: "What?"
Yan Shuang slightly turned her head, trying to avoid that overly alluring aura. "I'm wondering why some people can be so powerful, so powerful that it makes people angry."
Shangqiu Zhu chuckled softly upon hearing this: "You're angry already?"
"Ugh, I'm so angry." She pretended to be annoyed, deliberately bumping his chin lightly with the back of her head, then turning her head away, trying to avoid him.
However, Shangqiu bamboo moved even faster.
He took advantage of her tilted head, cupped her face in his hands, and gently but firmly turned her face back.
The night breeze softened and gently lifted the hem of her thin skirt.
On this terrace, suspended above the world, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
They stood at the top of silence, detached from the hustle and bustle of the world.
He cherished the feeling of having lost it and then regained it.
After a long while, he sighed softly between breaths, "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"
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