"What are we discussing?"
Fu Yancheng's tone was icy as he leaned back slowly. "Don't take it upon yourself to introduce these women to me in the future."
His brothers were clients—did Lin Jing really think he wouldn't find that awkward?
Indeed, some people in the circle had such tendencies, but Fu Yancheng had practiced abstinence for years and had no interest in such matters. It seemed Lin Jing had picked up some bad habits over the years and needed to be reined in sooner rather than later.
"Cousin, you really don't want to come meet her? I searched for a long time before I thought she might be the one for you."
If Fu Yancheng wasn't interested, Lin Jing still had a few empty properties, "If you don't want her, I'll have her come to my side. I quite like her style."
For some reason, Fu Yancheng straightened his back.
"I'll arrange for you to intern at Fu Group. It's better than you running around with these questionable people all day. Your mother already spoke to me about it. Come to work tomorrow."
Lin Jing paused, unable to respond before the call was abruptly ended.
He looked at Sheng Mian in distress, and she could likely guess that he had been rejected.
She comforted him, "Mr. Lin, don't worry. Perhaps Mr. Fu already has a better option. After all, the villa was designed for the woman he liked the most. It's only natural he'd be cautious."
Lin Jing sighed, "That's not possible. He's still looking for someone."
Sheng Mian's expression remained calm. "Business is about fate, Mr. Lin. Maybe Mr. Fu and I just aren't destined to work together."
"Well then, I'll ask him face to face later. If he really doesn't need it, you can design those other properties for me. I really like your style."
Sheng Mian smiled, slowly extending her hand. "Alright, thank you for your appreciation, Mr. Lin."
Lin Jing received another call and apologized to the two of them. "Sorry, I have to head out. Please leave me your number, and I'll contact you another time."
Without hesitation, Sheng Mian gave him her number. Lin Jing saved it, then left the private room.
In the blink of an eye, only Sheng Mian and Liang Hanqing remained. Liang Hanqing had already attended his second event of the night and had drunk a bit too much. Without any outsiders around, he was no longer holding up his usual formalities.
"I'll call a driver for you."
Sheng Mian knew that Liang Hanqing had stayed up until now only to help her close this deal, so she had no reason not to show gratitude. Besides, she felt comfortable at Liang Hanqing's studio.
"Then I'll trouble you, Xiao Mian."
Once he relaxed, his drunkenness became more apparent.
Though Sheng Mian would have been willing to take Liang Hanqing home herself, he had been married for a year, and his wife was very possessive. To avoid unnecessary trouble, calling a driver seemed like the safer option.
She helped him out of the private room and walked down the corridor toward the elevator on the other side, which was closer to the exit.
As they approached the elevator, Liang Hanqing mumbled a few things.
"I told you, it's not like you think. You're exhausting me."
"Can you give me a little privacy?"
It seemed he had been arguing with his wife in his dreams. Sheng Mian politely supported him, but maintaining a distance was a bit difficult given his state.
As they almost stumbled out when the elevator doors opened, Sheng Mian quickly pulled him back. A white, slender hand reached out from inside the elevator, stopping the doors from closing.
Looking up, Sheng Mian found herself face-to-face with Fu Yancheng.
Her "thank you" got stuck in her throat.
How was it that someone she hadn't seen for three years was suddenly popping up everywhere since yesterday? Was it fate or simply bad luck?
Fu Yancheng's gaze flicked between her and Liang Hanqing before returning to her. "What floor?"
His shirt collar was slightly open, two silver buttons undone, and though his expression was still calm, it wasn't as indifferent as before.
Sheng Mian keenly caught the faint look of sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.
The atmosphere became awkward. She helped Liang Hanqing into the elevator, her tone polite yet distant. "The first floor, thank you."
At that moment, Liang Hanqing mumbled again.
"Always talking about money. Do you even care about me?"
Sheng Mian had heard from colleagues at the studio that Liang Hanqing's wife had expensive tastes. Liang Hanqing himself was very driven and had built up the studio, but all the money he earned went to his wife.
Sheng Mian shivered, feeling the cool air around her. She heard Fu Yancheng let out a light laugh.
"Client?"
Sheng Mian felt embarrassed, but she couldn't admit that Liang Hanqing was the boss.
Fu Yancheng already had a poor opinion of her. If he found out that the studio's boss was drunk in such a place, he might blacklist them permanently. She could only nod in response.
"Yes, Mr. Fu. What a coincidence."