Pei Yang got up and walked out.
Feng Wanting, you bastard. Whatever. I might as well have fed all those hopes to a dog.
"Yay!" Lin Wen grinned excitedly. "Wanting, that means we'll get to see each other every day!"
Pei Yang pulled open the meeting room door. He had just stepped through when he heard Feng Wanting speak behind him. "Pei Yang, you have one week." His voice paused for half a second. "Find a way to move me."
Pei Yang's steps faltered almost imperceptibly. His jaw tightened, and he tilted his head slightly before striding away.
Then he heard Lin Wen's petulant complaint from inside the meeting room. "What do you mean, Wanting? I already beat him. Why are you still giving him another week?"
"Call me Director Feng at work." Feng Wanting briefly tidied the table, ignoring Lin Wen's question entirely. "Meeting adjourned."
Pei Yang had the access card, so he could only lean against the elevator doors and wait for Lin Wen to come down with him. He had thought Lin Wen would spend a little longer chatting with his "Wanting," but less than a minute later, he came storming out.
"Pei Yang, what trick did you pull? Why did Feng Wanting give you another week?"
"How should I know?" Pei Yang pressed the elevator button. "You should ask him yourself."
Each harboring his own agenda, they went downstairs and returned to the Exhibition Planning Department. More than a hundred pairs of eyes turned toward them at once, and everyone anxiously asked for the final result.
"Do you even need to ask?" Lin Wen said smugly. "Of course Director Feng chose me!"
Before Lin Wen's team could start celebrating, Pei Yang said coldly, "Did he choose you?"
"It's as good as choosing me!" Lin Wen said.