Chapter Twenty-Two: That exhibition was planned by me.
The cool scent of cedar mixed with a faint smell of tobacco wafted over him, carrying a strong sense of oppression.
"I am the ultimate truth."
His gaze fell on the corners of her slightly reddened eyes.
She had been holding back her tears during her confrontation with Yan Mingshen, but now they were clearly visible under the streetlights.
That inexplicable irritation welled up inside me again, and my tone became heavier:
"You're not getting on the bus, huh? Fine, then I'll just block the way here, and nobody's going anywhere."
As he spoke, he gave Chen Huai a look.
Helpless, Chen Huai had no choice but to turn off the engine.
Su Xiao looked at the Rolls-Royce blocking the middle of the road and felt a headache coming on.
She knew Xu Bozhou's personality; he meant what he said.
If she gets stuck here all night, she'll be the one who ends up in an awkward situation.
She gritted her teeth, opened the back door, and got in.
His voice, laced with suppressed anger, asked, "Is Mr. Xu satisfied?"
It's not as lifeless as before.
Xu Bozhou didn't reply, but simply nodded at Chen Huai.
The car restarted and smoothly merged into the night.
The car was deathly silent, with only the faint sound of air from the air conditioning vents.
Su Xiao leaned against the car window, getting angrier the more she thought about it.
Yet, she just couldn't bring herself to get angry at Xu Bozhou.
He knows her too well.
Xu Bozhou leaned back in his chair.
With his eyes closed, he seemed lost in thought, but the air pressure around him didn't feel so low.
A while later.
He spoke slowly, his eyes still closed:
"Back to the Yan family?"
"No."
Su Xiao immediately refused; "Let's go to Xu An's house."
Xu Bozhou's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but he didn't ask any more questions. He simply whispered an address to Chen Huai.
They remained silent the entire way.
The car was parked downstairs at Xu An's house.
Su Xiao pushed open the car door almost immediately, wanting to escape this suffocating space as soon as possible.
"Su Xiao."
Xu Bozhou's voice rang out from behind.
She stopped in her tracks, but didn't turn around.
"You believe Yan Mingshen's empty promises?"
His voice carried a hint of mockery:
"Do you really think that pen will be delivered to you?"
Su Xiao couldn't help but grind her teeth.
He always managed to use the most cutting words to precisely hit her sore spot.
She looked at his nonchalant face and said, holding her breath:
"My affairs are none of your business."
"I don't care."
Xu Bozhou opened his eyes, a dark and unfathomable light flashing in his fox-like eyes:
"I just feel like you're hopeless."
"You're the one who's hopeless!"
After Su Xiao finished yelling, she slammed the car door shut with a loud bang, the force so great that the car shook.
She turned and quickly walked into the apartment building.
His back view carried obvious anger and a hint of barely perceptible dishevelment.
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Chen Huai watched Su Xiao's figure disappear into the stairwell and cautiously asked:
"Sir, you really don't care? Judging from Miss Su's expression just now, she's probably too angry to sleep."
Xu Bozhou didn't speak, but tapped his fingertips lightly on his knee.
His gaze fell on the closed car door, but a barely perceptible smile curved his lips.
It's good that I can't sleep.
It's better than dreaming about Yan Mingshen's old face while you're asleep.
In what way does he fall short of Yan Mingshen?
Can that rotten cucumber be even half as good-looking as him?
Su Xiao is truly blind.
"Go to the old house tomorrow and tell the old man to get Xu Lin taken care of."
"Understood, sir."
*
The next morning, Su Xiao appeared on the fourth floor of the Xu Group building with slight dark circles under her eyes.
The office area was a complete mess, like a pot of porridge.
She ignored them for the past two days, which only emboldened them further.
Some people are playing games at their workstations, while others are gossiping.
Xu Lin didn't care.
The minister's office door was tightly closed; it was unclear whether he had arrived or not.
Su Xiao frowned and walked straight to the workstation that Lin Xi had pointed out to her yesterday.
As soon as I sat down, I heard a few snickers from the side.
"Oh, the new team leader is here?"
A man with a buzz cut deliberately raised his voice.
Su Xiao had seen his file; he was a long-time employee transferred from the design department.
Zhang Lei glanced at Su Xiao, his tone laced with disdain:
"What's with the pretense? Just trying to get seniority."
Another woman with a low ponytail and a mean-looking face chimed in:
"Exactly, I heard they got in through connections?"
"Go play games if you have nothing to do. If you have any complaints, you can go directly to President Xu." Su Xiao didn't even lift her eyelids.
This is just child's play.
She couldn't be bothered to argue.
"There's no need for me to swagger around here."
"Not just anyone can be the head of the planning team at Xu's company."
Zhang Lei moved closer to her, his tone somewhat aggressive: "Do you have the qualifications?"
"I'm afraid some people don't even know the curatorial process."
The sarcastic woman looked at her coldly and said, "Yeah, being pretty is a blessing."
"If you ask me, you must have at least curated an exhibition of the 'New Rhyme of Chinese Style' level, right?"
Several employees who were watching the commotion joined in the commotion.
His gaze fell on Su Xiao, filled with scrutiny and skepticism.
Su Xiao ignored them and turned on her computer.
Keep doing your own thing.
On the computer's main screen was Xu's previous planning proposal for the West Coast project.
The more she looked, the more her brows furrowed.
The plan is riddled with flaws.
The understanding of traditional culture is superficial, the commercial integration is awkward, and it is completely impractical.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a complete mess.
No wonder this project has been slow to progress; with such a group of perfunctory people, it's no wonder it can't achieve anything.
She turned off the program, looked up at Zhang Lei, her eyes calm and expressionless:
"A New Rhyme of Traditional Chinese Style?"
Zhang Lei scoffed: "What? Never heard of it? Well, that level of exhibition isn't something everyone is qualified to attend."
"I've heard of it."
Su Xiao gave a faint laugh, her tone devoid of emotion:
"I curated that exhibition."
"puff--"
Zhang Lei burst out laughing:
"Little girl, can't you at least think before you brag? Do you know who the planner of 'New Rhyme of Chinese Style' is? That person is..."
He was interrupted by a sound coming from the doorway before he could finish speaking.
“That’s Sun.”
Meng Jin walked in, holding several documents in his hand, his face still bearing that gentle yet aloof smile.
He had obviously overheard the conversation.
Walking to Su Xiao's side, his gaze swept over Zhang Lei, and he continued:
"Didn't you even check the new team leader's English name before you started this trouble?"
He adjusted his glasses and added:
"Not only 'New Charm of Chinese Style', but also the 'Oriental Ink Charm' International Cultural Exhibition held in Milan three years ago was curated by Ms. Su."
"Eastern ink painting style?!"
Zhang Lei's smile froze instantly, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
That's an exhibition that attracts a lot of attention internationally!
Many industry leaders were eager to participate, but in the end, it was won by an unknown young man.
The planning was so perfect that it remains a textbook example to this day.
It's a pity the curator only left the pseudonym "S", how could it be... how could it be Su Xiao?!
"Assistant Meng, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
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