Today's the day.
Jian Qingshan was introducing Wang Zhixin to the woman she has selected.
She's sitting in a luxurious hotel lounge, checking over the material one last time. The woman she is introducing today is perfect. She was beautiful, smart and adaptable.
Because all women trained by the agency knows how to melt people's hearts. They're basically professionals when it comes to this kind of thing.
Wang Zhixin needs a fake fiancée because he wants his board of directors to get off his back, so, he should be satisfied with the woman who knows how to act appropriately around important people.
The woman the man is meeting today has even assumed a false identity.
Just then, sensing eyes on her, Jian Qingshan looks up.
"Hello, Mr. Wang. It's nice to see you."
Striding forward confidently and without hesitation, he makes his appearance. Although this is ostensibly a formal marriage interview, in typical Wang Zhixin style, the man was still wearing his uniform.
"You noticed me right away. Very observant."
"You're too kind. I'd love to continue chatting, but it looks like it's time."
"Nianzhen…"
A beautiful voice rings out like a bell, and a stunning slender woman appears. The two women already had their own preliminary meeting, but neither of them is planning on breathing a word of it to the man.
Jian Qingshan gives the man a look, and he walks over to greet the woman.
"It's nice to meet you. I've heard all about you."
"Hello."
All three sits down, and the interview gets off to a pleasant start.
Wang Zhixin and the woman both exchange family charts and personal histories, and the formal introduction continues.
"She works at a prestigious advertising agency, and with her family pedigree, she had been a princess in another time."
"I don't know if I would say pedigree, I come from a subsidiary line. I'm nothing special, especially compared to someone like Wang Zhixin. I mean, you've been knighted by an Italian Royal family."
"Yes, well—"
"That's amazing. Knighthood, what an honor."
From the sound of it, everything was going smoothly. No one would ever think she wasn't a real socialite.
Wang Zhixin on the other hand doesn't seem to suspect a thing. To Jian Qingshan, it was time to move on to the subject at hand.
"Well, I for one am intimidated by the both of you."
"Please, don't let my family intimidate you. I have no intention of letting my background dictate the way I live my life."
"What do you mean?"
"I love my career. I'm not even thinking about getting married. Still, being an unmarried woman often puts me at a disadvantage. That's why I'm hoping to find a partner I can trust."
"I see. I feel the exact same way. I'm glad we're on the same page."
"Me too."
Jian Qingshan was relieved to have garnered a positive response from the man.
As the candidate woman reaches out for her teacup. Jian Qingshan and Wang Zhixin's expression change almost in unison.
"I should order us more tea."
"…"
"I'm just so nervous today. It's making me thirsty. Please forgive me for being so rude."
"Of course."
Jian Qingshan shoots a quick look at the candidate woman, and the woman puts down the teacup.
Once Jian Qingshan sees this, she felt slightly relieved.
After some time has passed, the candidate woman stands up and bid farewell to both parties.
"Thank you so much for today. I hate to run but I should really get going."
With a polite bow, she leaves.
Once Jian Qingshan and Wang Zhixin were alone, she turns to face him.
"What did you think, Mr. Wang?"
"I don't have any complaints about her looks or background. She meets all my conditions, and she seems smart too. But I can't enter into a contract with her."
"I'd thought you might say that."
When the woman picked up the teacup, she had put her fingers on the cup itself instead of the handle. That was obviously bad manners. It's a way of nonverbally saying the tea is cold, and a sign of ill-breeding.
Jian Qingshan was determined to be in touch with her agency training department when she gets home and let them know they need to tighten up their etiquette classes.
"Ms. Wu, I have a question for you. Did you say those things to cover for her?"
"You noticed? I guess my efforts were in vain, but yes, you're correct."
"In vain? No, I wouldn't say that."
"…"
"Putting her unfortunate faux pas aside, there was something impressive about the way you carried out your job. "
The man closes the distance between them only to abruptly pause and gaze into her eyes. The next thing she knew was his masculine hand holding hers.
"I love a clever woman. And, you interest me."
"Very funny, but—"
"What if I told you I'm serious?"
His long, elegant finger traces a smooth line over her palm. It wasn't long before his low voice, no more than a whisper, turns sweet, and their noses touch.
"If you don't want this, feel free to turn me down. But if you do—"
His actions came out of nowhere. She was guessing what his thoughts were. Knowing this man, he must be doing this for a reason.
She wanted to find out why, but if she moves, he'll kiss her. And that is one thing she do not want to surrender easily.
It has always been her policy to work without giving men access to her body, and that's not about to change.
However, if she was to pull back now, she won't be able to find out what the man is really thinking.
She had thought to play along until the last second and stop him before he can kiss her.
"I'm actually sort of a romantic. I'm not the type to play around. You know that, don't you?"
"Of course."
"But you're still making a move on me. Would it be fair for me to take that to mean you're not playing around?"
"What do you think?" He replies, dodging her question before wrapping an arm around her waist.
Although their lower bodies are practically pressed together, the sensation of the tip of his nose on hers were light.
When the man speaks, ticklish breaths accompany his low voice, and she couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Why are you laughing? Also, it's considered good manners to close your eyes when you're kissing someone."
"Yes, it is when you're kissing someone. But, when you're talking, one should really keep their eyes open. Don't you agree, Mr. Wang."
Jian Qingshan was definitely not going to kiss him.
Wang Zhixin's face goes blank when he understands what she was implying.
"That was very unlike you. And very sudden. What got into you?"
In a heartbeat later, she hears a low, throaty laughter.
"Very interesting. It must take a rare sort of man to make a woman such as yourself his."
"I don't know what you're expecting, but that kind of thin won't work on me. I'm not going to fall for you."
"I see. I've made my decision."
Punctuating his sentence with a smile, he stares fixedly at her.
"You don't have to worry about trying to find me a fake fiancée."
"What? But—"
"You'll do just fine."
For a moment, she couldn't believe her ears, but then, slowly and deliberately, he continues.
"You're going to be my fiancée."