Chapter 35

"Boss, can we still succeed tonight?" Miaomiao held her boss's hand, skipping lightly behind her.

She felt she was truly a carefree little lunatic beside Shen Xingman, called a "little assistant" in name only, but actually lived more idly than Shen Xingman, like a little pig, eating then sleeping, sleeping then eating, occasionally binge‑watching pretty‑girl dramas.

"I think it's possible." Shen Xingman nodded, leading her slowly to a seat.

"That bodyguard just now was kind of handsome, let's go get his WeChat later."

She whispered softly beside Shen Xingman's ear.

"Miaomiao, can you fix that habit of falling for anyone you meet?"

"I don't think I can change," Miaomiao shook her head firmly, looking aggrieved.

Shen Xingman wanted to give her a quick kiss on the spot.

The two whispered, and Jiang Xiaoyan happened to walk in.

"The party‑spoiler's here," Miaomiao couldn't hold back, glancing at Jiang Xiaoyan with resentment when no one was looking.

"Shen Xingman, what a coincidence," Jiang Xiaoyan said, sitting down and smiling at her.

It's so fake.

"Let's add each other on WeChat," Jiang Xiaoyan pulled out her phone, smiling, as if acting.

"Sorry, I don't add strangers," Shen Xingman said coldly, tossing a few words at her, her tone stiff and unkind.

Jiang Xiaoyan was instantly embarrassed, her face turning pale.

But under the many scrutinizing eyes, she had to force a stiff smile and awkwardly set her phone down.

Would anyone dare to step forward and speak well of this Jiang?

No one.

Because they heard what the bodyguard said outside earlier.

Would you dare to question the person Assistant Mo invited?

Of course not.

"Shen, do I seem a bit out of place?" Miaomiao asked softly.

"Yeah, a bit. You seem the shortest among this group."

"???".

"Why do you always undermine me at every moment?!"

"I'm just being honest."

Shen Xingman joked, and as she looked up, she saw someone enter the private room.

It was Mo Jiu, with Gu Qiuyan beside him.

As long as they don't stand next to Mu Zhihan, they're still quite eye‑catching when they appear alone, especially Gu Qiuyan, who truly is a striking talent. Lips naturally crimson, eyebrows naturally inked. Though his looks don't reach Mu Zhihan's pinnacle, they're still otherworldly, like jade trees in the wind.

Sure enough, the moment they entered, they drew the attention of the surrounding girls.

Miaomiao's eyes lit up: "What a handsome guy."

Flattering him.

"…".

Shen Xingman averted her gaze, subconsciously not looking at the two.

When he sat down, everyone launched into a round of flattery.

Mo Jiu is regarded among them as a kind of God of Wealth; networking with him might make one a familiar face in the business world.

Even if currying favor fails, the face‑saving work must be done thoroughly.

Big shots, who wouldn't want to please them.

But that doesn't include Shen Xingman.

—It's not that she's especially lofty; it's just that now it's truly not the time for her to speak, otherwise she'd scare Mo Jiu into stammering, which would be terribly awkward.

"Boss, why don't you say something too?" Miaomiao began muttering again, "Look at that Jiang, so eager."

"Even if she's eager, it's not her endorsement."

Shen Xingman's purpose in coming here was actually to secure the Yuanjing endorsement.

It's a luxury brand renowned worldwide for jewelry accessories, a century‑old, steady and solid, always pursuing the high‑end market, insisting on hand‑craftsmanship, serving truly elite clientele such as aristocratic families, royalty, and top business elites.

Receiving such a top‑luxury endorsement is a back‑door for Shen Xingman.

It was originally arranged to meet the renowned President Gu tomorrow, but tonight there was a banquet, so they conveniently invited Shen Xingman over.

I just didn't expect this playboy to have won over so many model beauties and even brought Mo Jiu along; he's really letting loose.

"Miaomiao, you should stay away from people like that in the future," Shen Xingman gave a precautionary remark to Yan.

Miaomiao: "Why."

Shen Xingman: "Because they're trash."

Miaomiao: "…"

Looking at the lavish spread, Shen Xingman gradually felt a murderous intent.

She began to pick up her chopsticks.

"Miaomiao, try this turtle," Shen Xingman placed the fragrant fish meat into her bowl, "it's delicious."

Miaomiao is actually socially anxious, but thanks to Shen Xingman's company she feels a burst of security and isn't so timid.

She lifted her chopsticks and took a gentle bite.

Immediately, her doe eyes glittered, she gave a faint smile, with subtle pear‑shaped dimples at her cheeks: "Delicious."

"And this, this one, this one is also good…"

Miaomiao glanced at the little white flower in the bowl, puzzled: "What is this?"

"Um, it's also fish meat," Shen Xingman patiently explained, "the fish fillet is minced into gelatin, placed in a piping bag, and squeezed into a rose shape."

The production process is very complicated, but the taste is superb.

Miaomiao ate while nodding, and within five minutes she could no longer keep up with Shen Xingman's hand speed.

Sigh, she's also quite odd.

Everyone else is desperately trying to get close to the two big shots, but the two of them are eating with relish, as if they were in a famine.

Gu Qiuyan didn't spare any extra glances for anyone else; he focused his attention solely on Shen Xingman and the little girl beside her.

Jiang Xiaoyan spoke to him, but he didn't respond at all, as if he hadn't heard.

"Nine, are they a couple?" Gu Qiuyan asked softly.

"—" Mo Jiu felt his face heat up at those words, almost coughing out loud, "How did you figure that out???"

Gu Qiuyan: "..."

"Besides, don't call me Nine." This scumbag, obsessed with playing women, calls everyone by a single word, and is disgustingly familiar.

"Okay, Nine."

"******"

Jiang Xiaoyan saw that Gu Qiuyan's gaze wasn't on her at all, and she felt a surge of resentment.

If she could snag this surnamed Gu prince, she wouldn't have to worry about fashion resources in the future, but now he won't even spare her a glance.

Being equally beautiful, she doesn't feel she's inferior to anyone in any way.

"Are you trying to scheme against Miss Shen?" Mo Jiu suddenly asked.

Gu Qiuyan shook his head: "I wouldn't dare mess with Mr. Mu's lover."

He remarked meaningfully: "On the other hand, that little girl beside her is quite cute."

"..." Lover? Lover? Lover?

Ah, yes, yes, yes—my wife is my husband's little lover.

Mo Jiu sighed: "Yan, you're really a scumbag."

If he remembers correctly, among the many girls here, one is his ex-girlfriend, sitting diagonally opposite Gu Qiuyan.

Too bad, this playboy has no impression of her; the girl still clings to him reluctantly, yet he's taken a liking to someone else's little loli.

Tsk tsk, truly scummy to the point of being irredeemable, the foremost deep affection in a wealthy family—truly deserved.

Gu Qiuyan got goosebumps all over hearing that: "Can you stop calling me Yan?"

"Okay, Yan."

Gu Qiuyan: "???"