Chapter 40

After the two of them left, Tang Shihan slumped onto the sofa, pressing her temples in distress.

“Honey, are you upset?” Ye Fengyun sat beside her, offering an innocent, harmless smile.

Tang Shihan looked up, glaring at him angrily. “Should I be happy?”

Ye Fengyun grinned. “Of course! They say a smile makes you ten years younger.”

“You—”

Tang Shihan was so exasperated she nearly jumped up. This man was useless at everything except driving her mad.

“Don’t worry, darling. The wedding in seven days will stun the entire city. I’ll make you the envy of every woman,” Ye Fengyun said, patting his chest with confidence.

Tang Shihan could not be bothered to argue further, turning her attention instead to her work for the next day. Tomorrow, she would be meeting with Longhai Group to discuss a partnership, so she had to double-check her proposal, making sure everything was perfect. She was determined to secure this deal.

Ye Fengyun watched Tang Shihan, busy at her desk, and smiled knowingly. As expected of my woman—so meticulous in everything she does.

“Honey, you should rest early. Tomorrow’s negotiation will go smoothly for sure. Just mention my name and everything will be fine,” Ye Fengyun reminded her.

Tang Shihan brushed him off. “Alright, alright, I got it.”

“Then I’ll go to bed first. You should sleep soon too.”

Ye Fengyun returned to his room and took out a jade pendant he had acquired from Li Hu. Inside was Tianshan’s rootless spring water, glimmering under the light. He gazed at his own reflection in the mirror, gently touching the face that had been scarred by fire.

“Soon,” he murmured, then put away the pendant, sitting cross-legged on the bed to begin his cultivation.

The next morning, Tang Shihan got up early, donning a crisp suit that accentuated her flawless figure. After gathering her documents, she set off for Longhai Group.

To her surprise, just as she reached the company entrance, she spotted Tang Yilin arriving soon after. Today, Tang Yilin was dressed provocatively, in stark contrast to Tang Shihan’s formal attire. She wore high heels and a red dress with a side slit that soared up to her waist, revealing tantalizing glimpses as she walked. Many passing men could not tear their eyes away—some even bumped into lampposts, too distracted by her appearance.

Tang Yilin certainly knew how to use her feminine charm to captivate men. This dress, revealing just enough, was the most alluring choice.

“Shihan, you’re here early,” Tang Yilin said with a sugary smile, her greeting laced with insincerity.

Tang Shihan returned a polite smile. “Of course. This partnership is very important, after all.”

“Naturally, otherwise Grandma wouldn’t have asked me to come along, right?” Tang Yilin replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She played with the slit of her dress, swaying it back and forth, causing passing men to blush.

“Although you secured this opportunity, who actually gets it done depends on individual ability. So, Shihan, don’t blame me if I steal your thunder,” she added, the implication clear: she doubted Tang Shihan’s competence.

Tang Shihan understood the veiled jab, responding with a cold smile. “Yilin, maybe you should learn how to dress yourself before worrying about anything else.”

With that, she strode inside.

Tang Yilin sneered in disdain. “A woman who doesn’t understand men is destined to lose.”

The two entered Longhai Group together. Throughout the lobby, the male employees couldn’t take their eyes off Tang Yilin—some surreptitiously taking photos, others staring openly. Tang Yilin relished being the center of attention, seeing it as the ultimate validation of her allure. In contrast, Tang Shihan, though equally beautiful and graceful, radiated a cool, professional aura that kept others at a respectful distance.