"It really was just a bidding process..." Shen Huaian his best to clarify, "By the way Lin Fox, why are you putting your arm around my shoulder?!"
"Shh," Lin Fox whispered, plotting, "When should we talk to your brother about our marriage?"
Shen Huaian listened, feeling that something was off about this explanation, as if something was amiss. "It'll have to wait a while, until my brother secures this project."
Lin Fox hissed, "Then... the situation is getting a bit urgent..."
Shen Huaian: Hmm?
"What I actually need isn't funding, I just want to talk to your brother about a collaboration. Using the Shen Family's name will make things easier," Lin Changfeng said with a smile. "So, about the marriage..."
The sooner the better.
"Okay." Shen Huaian pondered for a moment and agreed, "I'll discuss it with my brother when I get back."
"No, my brother won't agree." Shen Huaian said, then immediately rejected the idea. "Even if he marries you himself, he won't agree to it. My brother is very old-fashioned; he'll definitely think it's sacrificing my happiness."
Lin Changfeng's lips twitched; he simply couldn't imagine marrying Shen Qianshan.
Isn't a sweet, soft, and gentle little prince enough? Why does he have to have a cold and hard stone?
Lin Changfeng: "Then what should we do?"
"Hehe!" Shen Huaian's puppy eyes crinkled into a smile, his sly expression making him look like a fox 2.0. "Let's get the marriage certificate first, a 'take it now, tell them later' approach!"
Lin Changfeng: Oh wow!
Such a good thing?
The atmosphere in the spacious and quiet chairman's office was tense.
The assistant's eyes darted between the two men with a secret, gossipy glint in them. After a moment, she said, "Mr. Shen, the tea is ready."
Shen Qianshan was somewhat uneasy, his heart pounding. Upon hearing this, he waved for his assistant to leave.
Once again, only the two of them remained in the office.
Feng Yuan leaned back gracefully, her hands resting naturally on her lap, the handcuffs on her wrists standing out starkly against her black suit trousers.
"Let me introduce myself. This Feng Yuan, codename Y, a professional assassin."
Shen Qianshan: "You said you came here to take my life."
"Yes." Feng Yuan smiled, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Is there a problem?"
Shen Qianshan slightly raised his chin, gesturing for him to assess the current situation. "The way you're acting doesn't seem like you're here to kill anyone."
What assassin would expose themselves on the very first day of a mission?
And he admitted it so openly.
"I really didn't intend to kill you."
A misty haze enveloped those alluring, bloodshot eyes, and the silver handcuffs slipped off naturally, revealing beautiful, fair wrist bones.
Every gesture, every angle, seems meticulously designed, enticing the viewer to delve deeper.
Want to know why?
An assassin who, after accepting a mission, tells his target, "I won't kill you," is quite amusing.
Shen Qianshan scoffed lightly and reached for the teacup in front of him.
Before my fingertips even touched the rim of the cup, a small patch of mist rose before my eyes.
Shen Qianshan frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
The man had handsome, sharp features, and his eyes were deep, dark, and sharp as a wolf's. When he frowned in displeasure, he exuded a fierce aura. He seemed unaccustomed to being so close to people, and every muscle in his body was filled with vigilance and hostility.
Like an untamed, cold, and aloof wolf.
Feng Yuan's red lips curled slightly as she deliberately aimed the side of her drink at the man's thin lips, her expression flippant, yet her eyes brimming with an undisguised madness.
Clearly, I have intruded into the other party's safe territory.
"Don't be nervous, I told you I wouldn't kill you."
Feng Yuan shook his hands slightly, the handcuffs making a crisp clinking sound. He held the celadon cup up to the man's lips again, so that he could touch the rim of the cup as soon as he spoke.
"Take a sip, and I'll reveal a piece of information, how about it?"
Shen Qianshan raised his hand to push the cup away, but Feng Yuan gasped and fell forward as if startled, twisting his wrist.
The slightly hot tea was poured into the man's mouth.
"Oh!" Feng Yuan apologized and took two steps back, letting go of the teacup, which looked quite expensive, and let it fall to the ground.
Click!
"Feng, Yuan!"
Ah, the big wolfhound is angry.
Shen Qianshan raised his hand to wipe away the tea spilled from the corner of his lips. His cold and murderous gaze was like sharp Wolf Fang, as if the moment their eyes met, he would pierce the beauty's heart.
The beauty ignored the tangible danger before her, her beautiful eyes fixed on the man's wet neck and the sensual movement of his Adam's apple.
I watched as the tea soaked my collar and seeped deeper into my heartland.
Unfortunately, there wasn't enough water.
Feng Yuan could admire the view for long, his gaze shifted, and he felt a sharp pain as something hard pierced his lower back!
He was dragged and slammed onto the coffee table.
The man showed no mercy whatsoever. During the dragging, Feng Yuan's lower back hit the corner of the coffee table, and she was lifted up and pressed against the mirror-like surface of the coffee table.
Feng Yuan groaned in pain, trying to get up but collapsing back down weakly, his silver hair disheveled.
Feng Yuan muttered a curse under his breath.
Why does his body go so soft the moment I touch him?!
" Feng Yuan." The man glanced at him coldly, his tall figure casting a faint shadow. "Don't test my patience."
Feng Yuan simply lay there, his bloodshot eyes glistening with tears, his gaze intense and direct. "I've taken a liking to you."
Shen Qianshan:...
"Didn't you want me to confess? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Feng Yuan lay casually on the coffee table, his expression flippant, yet his tone was more serious than during a job interview, "At Old Master Feng's dinner party, I was instantly smitten with you."
What kind of situation hasn't President Shen seen?
He survived the intrigues and schemes of the drinking scene, the unpredictable twists and turns of the business world, the ever-changing competition in the industry, and even the life-or-death situations he faced during his military service.
He supported the Shen family and raised his younger brother.
It relies on a cold, decisive mind and iron-fisted methods.
But now, faced with the assassin who had taken the initiative to expose himself and acted boldly, and hearing the assassin's seemingly casual yet not joking confession, President Shen's mind went blank for a moment.
For the first time in his life, Shen Qianshan didn't know how to react.
"What? Are you stupid?" Feng Yuan smiled and offered his handcuffed hands. "Pull me up, it's quite cold lying here like this."
As if possessed, Shen Qianshan reached out and pulled him up.
Feng Yuan curled his lips, took a long stride, and used the handcuffs to nimbly hook the person around, turning them around and pinning them to the sofa opposite.
She pressed her knees down, her fingertips gently tugging at the man's tie, slowly tightening it.
The man was forced to tilt his head back.
"To tell you the truth, when the organization issued the mission, I never intended to give up your life."
Seeing that Shen Qianshan hadn't recovered yet, Feng Yuan's smile grew even more dazzling, his unrestrained gaze sweeping over Shen Qianshan's entire body, like a wild beast surveying its own territory.
"How about I trade my only defeat for your life?"