Chapter 9 Night Banquet 4_1

She looked up to find Mu Feng, Ji Hua, and Mu Chuyang standing before her like cabbages.

She smiled and raised her glass, "Sit."

She was familiar with Mu Feng and Ji Hua, and although she had only met Mu Chuyang once, he wasn't too much of a stranger.

Mu Feng looked at Su Wanxia and couldn't help but say, "Wanxia, why didn't you tell us you were coming back to China?"

"Yeah, we were college besties, after all. We've been thinking about you," Ji Hua said with a displeased face.

"Wanxia, I didn't expect such a coincidence," Mu Chuyang exclaimed in surprise.

"Heh, it is quite a coincidence," she replied lightly to their barrage of questions like firecrackers.

The trio could tell she was not in a good mood, especially after witnessing the scene earlier.

Ji Hua hesitated before saying to Su Wanxia, who was just focusing on her drink, "Wanxia, you and Big Brother..."

"Hua, what are you guys doing here?" Su Wanxia cut him off before he could continue.

Ji Hua chuckled, "Big Brother asked us to come get you."

Su Wanxia paused. She knew exactly who he was referring to as Big Brother, but she really wasn't ready to see him yet.

Mu Feng saw her expression and muttered, "It's about work. The other designers have gone too. Oh, Mr. Jesse has already been asked to go."

On hearing them say that, Su Wanxia understood instantly—it turned out that the mysterious investor was him.

She looked around the venue and sure enough, Jesse's figure was nowhere to be seen.

She had no choice but to follow Mu Feng and the others to the upstairs reception room. By the time she got there, there were hardly any empty seats left. Was she the last to arrive?

"Summer, over here," Jesse called out upon seeing Su Wanxia.

Deliberately ignoring the figure sitting at the head of the table, Su Wanxia made her way to Jesse's side and took a seat, acting as if nothing else mattered.

On her way here, she had already sorted out her thoughts. They had broken up six years ago, and there had been no involvement between them since. There was no need for her to look like a mouse that had seen a cat upon seeing him again—she might as well treat him like any ordinary classmate from school...

Mu Feng, Ji Hua, and Mu Chuyang took their seats one by one. Ji Hua stood up and turned on the large fluorescent screen behind him to talk about the Bali Island development project process.

Mu Yingchen sat there, silent, his eyes fixed on the screen, deep in thought.

Su Wanxia scanned the room, realizing that those seated here were the partners they had chosen for this project, including well-known engineers, architects, planners, and interior designers.

Uh. The interior designer mentioned was referring to herself and Meng Can, who she had collaborated with two years ago.

"So, the interior design will be entrusted to Mr. Meng Can from France's Shengqi Enterprise, Miss Summer from England's Huamei Enterprise, and Miss Wen Yaling from Mu Group's Mingtian Company," Mu Feng's strong voice resonated in the reception room.

Upon hearing her name, Su Wanxia immediately snapped back to attention and listened as Mu Feng added, "I hope we'll have a pleasant collaboration!"

His words had barely faded when applause erupted around the room.

After the applause, he continued, "However, there is one request from us: we hope that the planning and architectural decoration team can work within Mu Group. This will also facilitate our communication and the progress of creating the proposal. Everyone can consider this, and if it is not convenient, then we shall not insist."

As he spoke these words, Su Wanxia's heart skipped a beat. Working at Mu Group meant... she would have to encounter him often, right? God, wasn't this torturing her? Could she say no?

But there had been such cases in the past. For some large-scale projects, investors, in order to create better visual effects and more spectacular buildings, would have some architects and planning decorators stay at their company for convenience in communication or making changes.

However, she couldn't help but touch her forehead. But having to work with that person every day, wasn't that going to drive her crazy? Was she seeking her own demise?

Mu Yingchen, with his refined and detached demeanor, sat at the head seat. Seeing that woman not far away showing a troubled expression, he couldn't help but let out a hint of a cold laugh. Want to escape? The more you want to flee, the more I want to keep you close!

The French company Sequin Enterprises was the first to speak, "This condition has been proposed before; our company agrees."

The planning team from the United States followed, "Our company agrees as well."

Then.

"Agree."

"Agree."

With each assent, Su Wanxia's face grew a shade more miserable. Jesse, noticing her discontent, couldn't help but speak, "Summer! Are you unwilling?"

Caught off guard by Jesse's question, Su Wanxia immediately dropped the bitter expression and smiled, "No, I'm very happy to have gotten this project."

"Haha, that's good. This way, you can also spend more time at home." Jesse knew that Su Wanxia hadn't been back to China in six years and missed her homeland dearly. That's why he took advantage of the project in China to bring her back.

"Yeah, that's quite good," Su Wanxia said, but she didn't feel the same way. She had had no idea that the investor would be Mu Yingchen when she came back. If she had known this, she would have had someone else take the job...

But it was a done deal now, and to back out would mean breaching the contract, which was not good.

So following suit, she heard Jesse say, "Agree."

At once, she pulled her head down even further.

After the short agreement meeting, everyone left the reception room with joyful expressions, uh, except for Su Wanxia, who was engulfed in gloom.

Jesse and Su Wanxia returned to the venue. The dancing segment had just begun, with couples of handsome men and beautiful women daning gracefully in the center of the dance floor.

Mu Yingchen, with Mu Feng and others, walked out from the reception room. As they were nearing Su Wanxia's group, Ding Nianzi, dressed in a red, sexy gown, approached from somewhere.

With shyness in her eyes, she looked at Mu Yingchen, "Yingchen, shall we go for a dance as well?"

Su Wanxia and Jesse turned to look upon hearing the commotion, mainly because Ding Nianzi's voice was unbearably coquettish, sending chills down Su Wanxia's spine.

Mu Yingchen instinctively frowned, but as his peripheral vision caught sight of Su Wanxia nearby, he instantly adopted a different expression and indifferently said to Ding Nianzi, "Sure."

Though those words were devoid of emotion, Ding Nianzi suddenly became overjoyed. Yingchen had actually agreed to her request. My God, he usually ignored her completely. Could it be that upon seeing Su Wanxia again, he despised her even more, hence starting to like Nianzi?

Mu Yingchen looked at the blushing woman and said faintly, "Let's go."

Ding Nianzi immediately went to grab his arm, excited. He initially wanted to refuse, but in a moment he went along with Ding Nianzi's gesture, heading towards the dance floor.