Chapter 75: She is a little nervous

Gu Lin was very confused: "Shouldn't I be praised? I kept my mouth shut."

The corners of Gu Yan's mouth twitched.

He really was a simpleton; he couldn't read anyone's expressions at all, nor could he hear the deeper meaning in anyone's words.

She directly pressed the car window control button, the glass slowly rising to isolate Gu Lin's confused face on the outside.

"What are you doing, what are you doing? I haven't finished speaking yet!"

The car window closed completely.

Finally, it was quiet.

Gu Yan unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned over to Shen Yanhui's side, and reached out to hug his waist.

"See you tomorrow." She tilted her head up, her eyes sparkling, "Remember to dress handsomely."

Shen Yanhui chuckled, his fingers twirling a strand of her long hair: "So it turns out Mrs. Shen has her eye on this skin of mine."

Gu Yan thought to herself, of course it's not just that, there's also the pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and good physique.

But how could she appear so superficial?

She blinked, her voice soft and sweet: "How could that be? What I have my eye on is Mr. Shen's steady and reliable, gentle and considerate, understanding nature..."

Shen Yanhui narrowed his eyes, listening to this little liar say sweet things to coax him.

"Anything else?"

"And..." Gu Yan leaned in, wanting to kiss the corner of his lips.

Her chin was pinched.

She frowned in displeasure: "What are you doing?"

He wouldn't let her kiss him again.

Shen Yanhui pointed to the side.

Gu Yan turned her head and, through the dark car window, could see Gu Lin's large face pressed against the glass, almost distorted.

She was so angry she laughed.

"I'm leaving." She let go and pushed the car door open.

Just as her foot stepped out of the car, she turned back and quickly pecked Shen Yanhui on the lips. Then, like a cat that had successfully stolen a treat, she closed the car door with a smile.

The car window lowered, and Shen Yanhui looked at her, a smile in his eyes: "What time tomorrow?"

"Six o'clock!" Gu Yan waved, "Don't be late!"

The car drove away.

Gu Yan turned and walked toward the residence, and Gu Lin immediately followed.

He chattered incessantly: "Gu Yan, you're done for, you've been handled by him. This won't do. Let me tell you, dealing with men is like walking a dog; you have to lead him, you make him go wherever you want him to go..."

Gu Yan stopped in her tracks.

She turned around, looked Gu Lin up and down, and clicked her tongue twice: "You're so knowledgeable? Have you been led by someone before?"

Gu Lin choked: "Back in the day, I was at least at the level of a school heartthrob; countless girls lined up to send me love letters."

"Oh." Gu Yan nodded and continued walking forward, "Then why are you still a lifelong singleton now?"

Gu Lin followed: "I just don't have my heart set on that; women only affect the speed at which I drive."

Gu Yan scoffed: "Do you know when Verstappen won his first career WDC?"

"You even know about 'Panzi'?" Gu Lin was extremely surprised.

She had simply learned a little about the sport of F1 because she was worried when he was making a fuss about going for a trial.

"Don't change the subject, what age?"

Gu Lin: "... 24 years old?"

Gu Yan: "What about Hamilton?"

Gu Lin: "... 23 years old."

Gu Yan: "And you?"

Gu Lin: "..............."

Gu Yan didn't wait for his answer and turned to walk away.

"Hey! You little girl! Is it necessary to hit me this hard?!"

Gu Yan waved her hand lazily and walked into the main gate, her back view elegant and carefree.

——

Early Saturday morning, Gu Fanglin stood in front of the wardrobe.

His brows were tightly locked as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had changed into three suits back and forth, but he wasn't very satisfied with any of them.

The dark gray stripes were too serious, the light blue plaid was too frivolous, and the pure black seemed too deliberate.

Yang Bing passed by the entrance of the dressing room with a coffee cup, glanced at him, and couldn't help but laugh: "Old Gu, are you going to attend a state banquet?"

Gu Fanglin didn't turn his head: "It's the first formal meeting, so it should be decent."

Yang Bing walked in, placed the coffee cup aside, and reached out to straighten his shirt collar: "I think you want to outshine someone."

He coughed lightly and didn't deny it.

"Forget it, no matter how you dress, you can't compare to someone young. The point is to examine their character, not to compare who is more handsome."

"Still, I can't lose the momentum."

Gu Fanglin adjusted his tie in the mirror and said again: "Does this color match? Should I change to another one?"

Yang Bing couldn't be bothered with him: "Come down once you've finished changing; I'm going to see how things are prepared in the kitchen."

One hour later.

Gu Fanglin came down from upstairs, and Gu Yan, who was curled up on the sofa, looked up when she heard the sound.

She froze for a moment: "Dad... what is this for?"

His hair was meticulously groomed, his suit was so crisp he could walk a red carpet, and he had even changed into a pair of sapphire cufflinks she had never seen before.

"How is it?" he asked.

Gu Yan gave a thumbs-up: "Handsome, especially handsome."

"Really?"

"Really, even more handsome than a movie star." Gu Yan added, "In a while, that person will definitely be stunned by you."

Gu Fanglin was pleased by the praise, but still deliberately kept a straight face: "I am not doing this to stun him."

"I know, I know, you are doing it to display the bearing of the Gu Family."

Gu Fanglin nodded in satisfaction.

Gu Yan had been fine at first, just thinking of it as an ordinary meeting. But her father's appearance of facing a formidable enemy made her nervous as well.

After the meal, she hid in the art studio.

After hesitating again and again, she still opened the chat box with Shen Yanhui.

【My dad is dressed like he's about to walk the Oscar red carpet today.】

【I'm a little nervous now.】

Send.

At the same time, in the conference room of the Shen Group.

Shen Yanhui sat in the main seat, listening to the report, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.

The phone placed by his hand suddenly lit up.

He glanced at it.

Only one person would send him a WeChat at this time.

The vice president giving the report noticed his distraction, and his voice paused.

Shen Yanhui raised his eyes: "Continue."

As he spoke, he had already picked up his phone. Opening WeChat and looking at those two messages, the corners of his mouth curved almost imperceptibly.

Typing a reply: 【What are you nervous about?】

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: 【I am dressed very formally too.】

Gu Yan: 【Because my dad looks super difficult to deal with!】

Shen Yanhui: 【Don't you trust me?】

Gu Yan: 【Of course not... what are you wearing? Send me a photo to see!】

The young lady changed the subject quite quickly.

He replied lazily: 【You will see tonight.】

The vice president felt uneasy, flipped to the next page of the PPT, and continued the report.

Shen Yanhui didn't even look up, suddenly speaking: "There is a problem with the hedging plan for the second-quarter exchange rate fluctuations."

The vice president's voice faltered, and cold sweat broke out.

Sir had actually managed to accurately catch the problem he had just tried to gloss over while replying to a message.

Shen Yanhui had already put down his phone and raised his eyes: "Redo the exchange rate hedging. Use the channel of the Singapore branch; the cost can be reduced by two points. I want to see the new plan by next Wednesday."

The vice president was stunned; the problem he had been struggling with for a week was solved by Shen Yanhui in three sentences.

"Yes, sir."

The meeting ended, and Shen Yanhui left first. Several executives whispered to each other: "Sir... seems to be in a good mood today."

"More than just good, he didn't even get angry over such a big oversight."

"Is it because of that message?"

"Eighty percent likely, whose message is it?"

"..."

Shen Yanhui returned to his office and picked up his phone to call Gu Yan, but saw Chang Su enter with a grave expression.

Shen Yanhui's eyes darkened slightly.

"Sir, something has happened in Paris."