Chapter 84: Is This Something That Can Be Listened To?

The expression of disdain Shen Zhiyuan originally held switched in an instant.

He smiled in such an amiable and respectful manner.

He looked at Shen Huai with rare concern: "What time was the return flight you booked? Don't let it delay your important business."

"Work knows no distinction between high and low; since you chose to temper yourself outside, you must maintain the right attitude!"

"No matter where you work, don't forget your original intention, and don't lose face for my Shen Family, understand?"

After speaking, Shen Zhiyuan glared at Shen Huai with sharp eyes, his expression meaningful.

Shen Huai's eyes darkened.

Sure enough, it was exactly as he had guessed.

His father had immediately done a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn in attitude upon learning of the relationship between Xingyao and the Yang Family.

From the beginning, when he had been eager to sever the father-son relationship with him.

To the scene of a loving father and filial son being performed now.

When it comes down to it.

Everything is for the sake of profit.

He, Shen Huai, is Shen Zhiyuan's chess piece, the key move used to annex the Yang Family.

Shen Huai quietly glanced at Lin Yeman.

The two met each other's eyes and, by tacit agreement, simultaneously raised the corners of their eyes.

"Understood, Father, I will perform well." Shen Huai nodded calmly.

"Mm, that is for the best."

Only then did the heart hanging in Shen Zhiyuan's chest drop by more than half.

Yang Huo looked at the group of people before him, his eyes nearly rolling to the heavens.

They were all liars.

Even his two precious daughters were siding with outsiders.

They had colluded to keep him, an honest man, in the dark.

When did the Shen Family's son go to his daughter's company, and why hadn't he heard a whisper of it?! Yang Huo was speechless and choked with frustration.

At this moment, he was absolutely furious.

Shen Zhiyuan, that old, cunning fox.

The little fox he raised had stolen from his own house; he must settle this score with him.

Breakfast finished, it was nearly time to return.

This weekend was definitely the most unforgettable two days Shen Huai had ever spent.

He had arrived empty-handed.

On the return trip, however, he had two beauties with diametrically opposed temperaments by his sides.

One, a scheming little green tea.

The other, naturally and extremely dense.

"Shen Huai, come over here for a moment, I have something to instruct you."

Shen Zhiyuan stood before the door of the Maybach and beckoned to Shen Huai.

Shen Huai paused for a moment, then signaled for the others to wait in place for a moment, and trotted over to Shen Zhiyuan alone.

"Father, is there anything else?" Shen Huai asked with a forced smile.

In front of everyone, the act of a loving father and filial son naturally had to continue.

Shen Zhiyuan's eyes surged with urgent expectation; he patted Shen Huai's arm heavily: "Do not let down your father's expectations, understand?"

"The Shen Corporation's overseas headquarters will be completed in the second half of the year; come take a look with your father then."

After Shen Zhiyuan finished speaking, he looked deeply at Shen Huai, his hand gripping Shen Huai's arm quietly tightening.

Feeling the force transmitted through his arm.

Shen Huai's eyes sank, and he understood instantly.

There were now three months left until the completion of the headquarters.

Which meant.

The time he had left to win over the Yang Family's daughters was three months.

Three months...

Shen Huai narrowed his eyes, his peripheral vision catching the two girls still waiting in place behind him.

"Alright." Shen Huai replied perfunctorily.

The moment he turned to walk back, the smile on his lips instantly collapsed.

If a chess piece wants to turn the tables now.

It can only enter the game itself and become the chess player.

Shen Huai secretly took a deep breath and raised his eyes again to look at the people waiting for him.

He raised a playboy smile: "Let's go."

Jianghai International Airport.

The three of them walked out of the airport side by side.

A business MPV quietly pulled up in front of them.

"President Yang."

The car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face. Zhang Xiaolan, sitting in the driver's seat, had a flash of surprise on her face the moment she saw Shen Huai.

But soon, the shock in her eyes faded away, her slightly parted lips pressed tightly together, and her expression became as indifferent as before.

"Let's go, get in the car." Yang Lan waved at Lin Yeman and Shen Huai.

Lin Yeman did not hesitate and followed Yang Lan into the car.

Shen Huai, however, stood outside the car door, lingering and refusing to get in.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yeman asked, puzzled.

"I think I might not be suitable to get in this car."

"Why?" Yang Lan frowned immediately.

Shen Huai took two steps back and said, "This is Jianghai City, not Binhai. There are probably too many people who recognize this 88888 license plate."

He looked around thoughtfully and quickly put on a face mask: "I don't want to attract trouble for myself, nor do I want to cause trouble for you, so..."

Shen Huai paused, then walked straight over to hail a taxi: "I'll just take a taxi myself. Goodbye, Team Leader Lin; goodbye, President Yang."

Before Lin Yeman could get out of the car to grab him, the taxi had already sped off several hundred meters away.

Watching the taillights rapidly receding.

Lin Yeman froze for a moment, then shook her head with a light laugh and silently closed the car door.

"See, sister, you scared him so much he didn't even dare to ride with us." Lin Yeman sat in the car, folded her arms, and teased.

"Stop slandering me; it was clearly you acting all flirtatious on the plane, clinging to him and refusing to let go." Yang Lan didn't indulge her either and coldly rolled her eyes.

Ever since they had laid their cards on the table last night, the already thin layer of etiquette had completely collapsed.

Their speech was becoming more uninhibited by the second.

"Sister, how can you say that about me? I'm your sister."

"Now you know you're my sister? Why didn't you call me when you were swatting mosquitoes?" Yang Lan turned her head and asked with a straight face.

"???"

Zhang Xiaolan slammed on the brakes, her expression shifting slightly.

Did she just hear something incredible?

Lin Yeman, however, leaned back against the seat nonchalantly and spread her hands: "I told you from the start, didn't I? I said there were too many mosquitoes in my room."

"But you didn't say Shen Huai spent the whole night swatting mosquitoes with you! Such a good thing, and you're hogging it all to yourself?"

Upon hearing this.

Lin Yeman was so angry she laughed.

Good grief, her sister's focus was always so bizarre.

Staying in a room with a romantic interest, swatting mosquitoes all night.

Across the entire dinner table, she was probably the only fool who would believe such a ridiculous excuse.

And Yang Lan not only believed it to the core, but had also pestered her about it on the plane for two hours.

It was simply insane.

"You were sleeping like a pig, you wouldn't have woken up even if there was thunder, so why would I call you?"

"Besides, why would I call you? We're competitors."

After finishing, Lin Yeman turned her head away, choosing not to look at her anymore.

Yang Lan also pouted and turned her face in the opposite direction.

For a moment.

The atmosphere in the car was terrifyingly quiet.

Zhang Xiaolan drove with a tense expression, regretting her actions deeply in her heart.

Her usual impression on others was that she was reticent.

But in reality, it wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but that she was afraid to.

Because.

She was the only person in the company who knew the true relationship between Yang Lan and Lin Yeman.

As the saying goes, the more you say, the more you err.

To avoid accidentally leaking such a secret due to a slip of the tongue.

Zhang Xiaolan simply disguised herself with a cold and aloof image.

She understood the ways of the workplace perfectly.

Hearing things one shouldn't hear and knowing things one shouldn't know was not a capital for showing off, but a precursor to danger! At this moment, she was trembling inside, and her hands gripping the steering wheel were even sweating.

If only she had known to bring earplugs when she went out.

Just knowing the intricate and complicated relationship between these two ancestors was already making her live like a mute in the company.

And yet, these two really didn't care about her life or death at all.

Just like that, they were bickering over jealousy in the car? And what's more...

If she hadn't misheard just now.

They both seemed to have fallen for Shen Huai? What a melodramatic love triangle! And the room-sharing mosquito swatting.

Where could there be mosquitoes that you could swat for an entire night?

Was this stuff even meant for her ears? At this moment, Zhang Xiaolan was practically crying without tears.

Could these two ancestors please whisper behind people's backs!

She really, truly did not want to know.

(End of chapter)