Chapter 39

After sitting down for dinner for so long, Feng Tingshen and Yu Moxun had still not exchanged a single word.

Hearing this, Feng Tingshen picked up the napkin beside him and wiped his lips, then looked at Yu Moxun and smiled: “I did consider it—what do you think, Mr. Yu?”

Yu Moxun would never let a business opportunity handed to him slip away.

“It’s an honor for Changmo to earn Mr. Feng’s attention.”

If Feng Tingshen and Yu Moxun truly partnered, Lin Wu would be delighted.

After all, if Feng Tingshen and Yu Moxun grew closer, her chances to interact with Yu Moxun would increase.

Then, it would be easier to win Yu Moxun over.

Thinking of this, she cast a cold glance at Rong Ci.

Rong Ci had mostly been talking with Professor Liu.

Though she occasionally noticed movements among others at the table, she hadn’t paid much attention.

If Yu Moxun truly wanted to cooperate with Feng Tingshen, she had no objection.

She had no reason to turn away money.

With dinner nearly over, no one remained seated; those interested in collaboration rose and gathered on the nearby sofas to chat.

Feng Tingshen’s earlier remark about partnering with Changmo was merely offhand—he wasn’t sure if it would actually happen.

But Yuan Zong, who dined with them, genuinely wanted to collaborate.

Indeed, before dinner ended, he pulled his management team aside and began talking with Yu Moxun.

Rong Ci followed over.

She was skilled in technical discussions, but business negotiations were Yu Moxun’s domain.

Rong Ci sat quietly, rarely speaking, but when she noticed Yu Moxun’s glass was empty, she took it: “Let me pour you fresh water.”

Yu Moxun smiled: “Thanks.”

Seeing Rong Ci acting like Yu Moxun’s secretary,

Lin Wu and Lin Lilan became even more convinced that Rong Ci had joined Changmo merely to run errands for Yu Moxun.

Rong Ci turned with the glass, took two steps, and as she neared Feng Tingshen, someone beside her turned abruptly and bumped into her.

She lost her balance, the glass slipping from her hand as she tumbled forward—straight into Feng Tingshen’s arms.

Everyone nearby froze.

Rong Ci looked like she’d been accidentally knocked over—but who knew if it wasn’t intentional?

Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that she landed right in Feng Tingshen’s arms?

Still, Rong Ci’s appearance was truly exceptional—her figure was graceful and supple, her skin soft and porcelain-white like tofu…

Though Lin Wu was also stunningly beautiful, many among them, by their standards, felt Rong Ci surpassed her.

A woman like this deliberately throwing herself into Feng Tingshen’s arms—many men nearby couldn’t help but feel stirred.

But Feng Tingshen was different.

He merely cooledly placed a hand on Rong Ci’s shoulder and immediately pushed her away, showing not the slightest attraction.

Only when she pressed against him and caught his familiar scent did Rong Ci realize she’d fallen into Feng Tingshen’s arms.

Realizing it, her expression grew distant. She straightened up and softly said, “Sorry,” then turned and walked away.

Lin Wu and Lin Lilan also believed Rong Ci had deliberately thrown herself at Feng Tingshen.

Lin Lilan snorted and told Lin Wu: “I told you she couldn’t be that quiet.”

“But all her effort was useless.”

Because Feng Tingshen remained completely unmoved.

“True,” Lin Lilan chuckled. “Tingshen’s reaction gives you plenty of security.”

Hearing this, Lin Wu lowered her head with a sweet smile.

Lin Lihai frowned.

He now felt he’d misjudged Rong Ci—he never expected someone so quiet to harbor so many schemes.

Yu Moxun noticed the commotion, immediately ended his conversation with Yuan Zong, and walked over to Rong Ci.

“Are you alright?”

Rong Ci shook her head.

“Did you twist your ankle?”

“A little.”

Her ankle did hurt—she’d likely sprained it.

Seeing Yu Moxun’s concern, her heart warmed, yet also ached.

She noticed the glances from those around her.

She knew they all thought she’d deliberately thrown herself at Feng Tingshen.

Now that she was injured, they probably thought she deserved it.

As for Feng Tingshen…

He hadn’t even bothered to properly support her. He hadn’t asked her a single “Are you okay?” after she fell.

The only one who truly cared for her here was Yu Moxun.

“Let me check it?”

“No…”

There were too many people here…

Yu Moxun ignored her, lifted her up in his arms, carried her away from the crowd, sat her down, then knelt to remove her high heels, gently lifting her calf. Seeing the swelling, he instructed a server to call a doctor and also ask them to buy Rong Ci a pair of flat shoes.

Seeing Yu Moxun so openly attentive to Rong Ci, many present paused, surprised.

Suddenly, many began to think Rong Ci’s attempt to throw herself at Feng Tingshen had been overimagined.

After all, Rong Ci and Yu Moxun clearly had a good relationship.

Lin Wu tightened her lips and looked away.

Then she turned to Feng Tingshen.

He had noticed Rong Ci and Yu Moxun’s intimacy, yet continued chatting with others as if nothing had happened.

He showed no interest whatsoever in their closeness.

Lin Wu’s tight lips relaxed, and she smiled again, resuming conversation with others, no longer paying attention to Rong Ci.

Soon after, the hotel’s on-call doctor arrived.

After examining her, he prescribed some ointment.

After the doctor left, Yu Moxun applied the medicine.

Rong Ci tried to do it herself, but Yu Moxun glared at her.

She raised her hands in surrender and gave up.

Yu Moxun finished applying the ointment, and soon after, the server returned with the shoes.

Rong Ci stood and tested her step: “It’s fine—I can walk.”

“Good.”

Still, her foot made movement difficult, so Yu Moxun told her not to go to the exhibition hall—the exhibits had already been photographed for her.

She could review them later via video.

It was regrettable, but there was no other option.

Yu Moxun excused himself to others and took Rong Ci home first.

After they left, the others prepared to disperse.

…

After dropping Rong Ci off at home, Yu Moxun had other matters and left shortly after.

Rong Ci, exhausted from the long day, wanted to rest; later, after Yu Moxun finished his calls, she’d discuss the “homework” their teacher had assigned.

She set her phone aside and was about to sleep when it rang.

She picked it up—it was an unknown number.

She hesitated, then answered: “Hello, who is this?”

“He Zhangbai.”

Rong Ci froze, sitting up on the bed: “Mr. He?”

Honestly, she’d been so busy today that if He Zhangbai hadn’t contacted her, she’d have forgotten the morning’s incident entirely.

“I’ve already arranged for your car to be fixed—you can come pick it up later.” Before Rong Ci could speak, He Zhangbai added: “If you’re busy, I can have someone deliver it to you.”