Chapter Twenty-Seven: Filtered 800 Meters Away, Even Looking at a Dog is Full of Affection
After returning from Cishou Temple, Luo Yan felt that something was not quite right.
Mountains no longer appear as mountains, water no longer appears as water, and Jiang Sui no longer seems like the venomous, cold-hearted, and vengeful man he once was.
"Luo Yan? Luo Yan!"
Director Zheng's slamming on the table was like a thunderclap. "Where's the data from Cishou Temple? What are you grinning at the air for? Did you get possessed after going to the temple?"
Luo Yan hurriedly grabbed the documents: "It'll be ready soon!"
She sadly realized that she seemed to have put an 800-meter-thick filter on Jiang Sui. Now, he was simply a walking hormone generator, and every move he made seemed to be deliberately provoking her fragile heart, which was originally determined to "seal off her heart and lock away love".
Angels and devils, the left and right hemispheres battling each other.
An angel, radiating the holy light of reason: Wake up! That guy has evidence of your "lifestyle issues," his ex-girlfriend is stunningly beautiful, and he even suspects you of being frivolous and infatuated!
The devil, holding a fork, muttered under his breath: But he spoke up for you, he smiled at you, his smile was so handsome, he was different from others, he was so special!
"Luo Yan! What are you daydreaming about again?"
Director Zheng's roar rang out again, and Luo Yan snapped back to reality, only to realize that they were still in a meeting. At that moment, more than a dozen pairs of eyes in the conference room were staring at her.
Stay calm, my mind just wandered for a brief moment.
Luo Yan composed herself and had just picked up her pen when Jiang Sui suddenly asked, "Comrade Luo Yan, do you have any thoughts on the fiber optic cabling plan we just proposed? I saw you gritting your teeth..."
"Huh? No! No objections! Excellent! Fantastic!" Luo Yan shook her head vigorously. "President Jiang, this plan perfectly combines the historical heritage of Cishou Temple with modern technology. It's a perfect fusion of aesthetics and mechanics. I completely agree!"
The attendees: "..."
This flattery is far too exaggerated.
Director Zheng was silent for a few seconds, then cleared his throat.
Luo Yan walked dejectedly towards the door.
Jiang waited for her to walk to his side, then casually asked, "Have you not been getting enough rest lately?"
Luo Yan's mind immediately went into overdrive.
He was indeed watching me; he noticed my restlessness because of him?!
She immediately straightened her back and pretended to be calm: "I've rested very well, I'm in great shape, I have a good appetite, and I can climb five floors in one go without any trouble! Thank you for your concern, Mr. Jiang!" Her tone was firm and strong, but she dared not meet his eyes.
Jiang Sui frowned as she looked at her, and finally said indifferently, "That's good, take care of yourself."
Luo Yan's inner voice started dancing wildly again: He told me to take care of my health, he really cares about me!
At lunchtime in the cafeteria, Luo Yan chewed on braised pork while secretly glancing up at Jiang Sui, who was eating her meal without a care in the world, occasionally chatting with the technician next to her about work. She didn't even notice the increasingly nauseating gaze coming from across the table.
That jerk was just trying to seduce me, thinking he was being so clever. I saw right through him!
Luo Yan confirmed this "fact" in her heart.
Could she possibly fall for a man so cunning? She was fully armed with Marxism, Mao Zedong Thought, the Three Represents, the Scientific Outlook on Development, and so on!
At this moment, Jiang casually picked up the green peppers she didn't like and put them aside.
Luo Yan was taken aback. He's already this big and he's still picky about food? That's really...quite a character!
She quickly picked up two pieces of braised pork from her plate and handed them over, saying, "President Jiang, you work hard, eat more meat to nourish yourself."
Jiang Sui stared at the two glistening pieces of braised pork on the rice, her hand holding the chopsticks pausing in mid-air. She looked at her with a complicated expression and said, "Thank you, but I don't eat fatty meat."
"Oh, sorry!" Luo Yan quickly picked up the meat back, but unexpectedly, a piece of meat flew directly onto Jiang Sui's sleeve, leaving a conspicuous oil stain.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"
She frantically pulled out a tissue to wipe herself, but Jiang Sui raised his hand to avoid it, looking helplessly at her embarrassed face.
"Comrade Luo Yan, do you have a problem with me?"
"Huh? I didn't..."
"If you have a problem, just say it. Don't always stare at me with that creepy look. It's inexplicable and makes me feel uneasy. Have you still not recovered from knocking the boss away?" Jiang Sui pulled out a wet wipe to wipe her cuffs, gave her an annoyed look, picked up her plate and stood up: "I'll go eat over there."
Luo Yan: "..."
Her eyes...were chilling?
For no apparent reason? And... creepy? He thought she was no different from a female ghost in a horror movie?
Liu Su was trying so hard not to laugh that her shoulders were shaking. As soon as Jiang Sui left, she immediately leaned over, covered her mouth, and whispered, "Sister Yan, I can tell, you like President Jiang!"
Luo Yan's eyes widened instantly, filled with terror. "I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"
She just turned the filter on too high, and her hands and brain couldn't keep up.
Liu Su's face was full of disbelief as she pinched her chin in thought: "But your way of showing goodwill... I don't quite understand it. Physical attack plus magical damage, even if you can't have him, you want him to die by your hand?"
"Stop talking..."
Luo Yan wanted to cry but had no tears, and covered her face in despair.
In the evening, Jiang Sui received a call from Jiang Qiming on her way home.
"Come over to the Lanting private room on the top floor of the Yuecheng Hotel at 7 p.m.."
"I don't have time, I need to revise the plan tonight."
“There’s no rush.” Jiang Qiming said calmly, “President Hua’s daughter is very interested in the smart tourism project and would like to discuss it with you.”
"I have no interest in discussing project matters with irrelevant people."
“Jiang Sui…” Jiang Qiming’s voice deepened, “Your mother was a good friend of President Hua’s wife before she passed away. You cannot refuse.”
Here we go again. It's always the same. Twenty years have passed since their mother passed away, and Jiang Suiye and Jiang Qiming have been using this excuse to manipulate things for twenty years.
He rubbed his temples listlessly and sighed softly, "Fine, I'll go."
In the Lanting Private Room, a Chinese-style openwork boxwood screen creates a luxurious yet understated ambiance.
Miss Hua was well-dressed and spoke elegantly, clearly well-educated. She poured wine for Jiang Sui with great enthusiasm: "I heard from Uncle Jiang that the smart tourism project you are in charge of is doing very well. I wonder if there is any news from the government, and whether they are still accepting social capital? Not too much share."
"I'm the contractor, and I haven't heard of any new policies yet," Jiang Sui replied calmly, her tone businesslike.
Jiang Qiming coughed and smiled as he said to Miss Hua, "Many companies are planning to invest in this project, but the government's attitude is ambiguous. Mingsheng is also paying close attention to it."
Jiang Sui put down her chopsticks and picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth.
"If I remember correctly, this project was initially so difficult to finance that it couldn't even attract bids, and everyone was avoiding it like the plague. When Feiyang took the initiative to approach the Culture and Tourism Bureau, everyone here was waiting to see President Luo make a fool of himself. How come, in just six months, it has suddenly become a hot commodity, and everyone is vying to invest?"
The atmosphere, which had been fairly harmonious, instantly plummeted to freezing point.
Jiang Sui calmly stood up. "Miss Hua, it's a pleasure to meet you. I have something to attend to, so please excuse me. Please sit down and enjoy your meal."
Jiang Qiming immediately got up and followed him out, calling out to Jiang Sui, who was waiting for the elevator in the corridor.
"You're just leaving like that? Where's your manners and upbringing?"
“My manners are a product of your upbringing, and I only show politeness to those who deserve respect.” Jiang Sui turned to the side, her gaze sweeping coldly over her father. “You sent me here, and I came. You asked me to communicate with her, and I did. But the result did not satisfy you. I apologize.”
Before Jiang Qiming could react, he turned and entered the elevator.
Behind a pillar in the corner of the corridor, Xu Jinglan, who was passing by, took in the whole scene with great interest.
I never imagined that Jiang Sui was the son of Jiang Qiming, the one with whom he had a terrible relationship. Luo Muyang and Luo Yan probably don't know that.
This is going to be interesting.
The stairwell was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of food in the evening.
Luo Yan didn't plan to order takeout today. Instead, she cooked a bowl of her favorite pickled cabbage noodles, added a braised egg and a few slices of luncheon meat, and topped it with two bright green boiled bok choy. A perfect dinner!
Just as the noodles were placed on the table, Luo Muyang called, his voice as pitiful as an abandoned large dog: "Yanyan, your mother has blocked me! Her phone, WeChat, Alipay, every way I can contact her, she's blocked me!"
Luo Yan slurped up a mouthful of noodles, gloating, "Did the strategist's terrible idea backfire?"
"I don't know!" Luo Muyang wailed. "Yesterday, I followed your aunt's advice and posted a selfie at the gym with the caption 'The charm that comes with age,' and she immediately blocked me! Yanyan, my heart is broken!"
Luo Yan showed no sympathy whatsoever, and even wanted to laugh a little. "The charm that comes with age? I can smell that greasy stench even through the phone. It's a miracle that Ms. Xu didn't come over and kill you through the internet!"
"Yanyan, how could you kick me when I'm down?" Luo Muyang wailed. "My dear daughter, talk to your mother and beg her to remove me from the blacklist. Dad will buy you a bag, ten of them!"
"Forget it, I'm afraid of being reported. I told you long ago that Xu Jinglan had no good intentions, but you wouldn't believe me. Now you've gone too far, haven't you? Keep acting like this, I don't care about your business!"
Luo Yan hung up the phone without hesitation, picked up a piece of bok choy, put it in her mouth, and chewed it with great satisfaction.
Serves you right for being love-struck and refusing to listen to advice!
I had just put my phone down when the screen lit up again; Xu Jinglan had posted a photo.
Click to enlarge the image. Through the openwork screen, Jiang Sui sits at a round table. Next to him, a beautifully dressed stranger looks at him with a smile. The two seem to be very close and chatting happily.
Xu Jinglan:
-Mr. Jiang is doing very well. [Smile]
Luo Yan's smile froze, the noodles in her mouth instantly lost their flavor, and the slight sense of comfort that had just risen in her heart shattered with a snap.
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