He sat on a chair and looked through the bidding documents for the land in the eastern suburbs.
Knock knock——
He held his breath and looked up at the study door.
"Come in."
His voice was as calm as ever, but the lines on his body were tense and his eyes were fixed on the door.
"Master."
The one who came in was the housekeeper.
Shang Zeyan's eyes dimmed for a moment.
His expression returned to being cold.
Even the aura around him sank a few feet.
"What's up?"
The butler stopped.
Why does it seem like the young master isn't very happy...
He looked down at his feet.
Is it the same as last time?
Did it piss him off because the left foot came in first?
He shook his head and said, "There's news from the old house that you're going to attend the cocktail party tomorrow."
"This female companion...are you still not bringing her along like you always did?"
Most of the shares of the Shang Group were taken back by the young master.
Only a few are left.
It is still scattered among several relatives in the old house.
The stepmother started to make a fuss about the young master's marriage at the old house, causing all the relatives at the old house to stand on her side.
Therefore, she still holds the last bit of shares in the Shangshi Group.
Because of this, the young master was unable to remove this thorn in his side.
Shang Zeyan looked quietly at the bidding documents on the table.
Suddenly he raised his eyes.
"Tomorrow, I'll take Zhiyi with me."
"Miss Shen?" the housekeeper exclaimed in surprise, "Great, great...it just so happens that Miss Shen has also chosen some dresses today!"
It will come in handy tomorrow!
He thought of Chen Zhiyi's gentle smile and the way she said thank you to him just now, and his heart, as an old man, was about to melt.
Miss Shen and the young master are indeed a perfect match made in heaven!
He was about to go out happily.
Shang Zeyan suddenly called him.
"Master, do you have any other instructions?" the butler asked in confusion.
Shang Zeyan coughed lightly and asked uncomfortably, "What is she...doing?"
The housekeeper's face was wrinkled with laughter.
"Miss Shen is making soup for the young master. It should be ready soon."
"Don't be impatient, Master."
Who is anxious?
Is he anxious?
Shang Zeyan was silent for a moment: "You're talking too much."
The butler covered his mouth, hiding the corner of his mouth that was harder to press than an AK, and nodded repeatedly, "Master is not in a hurry, I am."
"Let me see why Miss Shen is not well yet."
As he spoke, he disappeared.
Shang Zeyan curled his fingertips and looked at the tender document. He looked at it for a long time but all he saw was a serious and thoughtful expression and a smile.
He sighed.
He put down the documents and pinched his brows with some melancholy.
We are clearly under the same roof.
Why do you think of her like this?
Shang Zeyan felt as if a dark, gloomy cloud was hanging over his head, and it was raining heavily and continuously.
"What’s wrong with you?"
A sweet female voice sounded.
Shang Zeyan's body froze, and he looked up suddenly to see Chen Zhiyi standing by the door holding a tray.
His face looked concerned.
The clouds stopped and the rain stopped, and the dark clouds dispersed in an instant.
The whole study was lit up.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Shen Zhiyi walked in, put the soup on the table, walked towards him with some concern, and leaned over to look at him.
She almost held his face in her hands and looked at it carefully.
Shang Zeyan even stopped breathing.
She was so close...
The fragrance of gardenia is so faint and yet so distant, lingering lightly at the tip of my nose...
He was almost drunk from the smell.
"Hmm... I feel very uncomfortable..." Shang Zeyan's voice was hoarse. He looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with gloomy and difficult to discern emotions. "I feel a little dizzy, and I can hardly breathe here."
He took her hand and pressed it against his heart.
"Zhiyi, help me."
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