Volume One, Chapter 22: Have You Ever Seen a Loving Couple So Far Apart?

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Zhou Mingsheng was energetically undermining their rivals, and the Smith couple’s favorable impression of the two of them gradually increased. The situation had reached a critical point, so Shen Chiyan handed the Smiths’ information to Song Qinian, urging her to familiarize herself with the couple as soon as possible. Half an hour later, Song Qinian looked at Shen Chiyan and returned the documents to him.

Shen Chiyan frowned. “Have you memorized everything?”

Song Qinian nodded.

“Song Qinian, this is a serious matter. If you’re just trying to show off how clever you are in front of me—”

For the first time, Song Qinian interrupted Shen Chiyan with sign language. “I really have memorized it all. If you don’t believe me, you can test me.”

Shen Chiyan asked several questions about the Smith couple, and Song Qinian answered them all without hesitation. She seemed very confident in her memory, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyes shining brightly.

What Shen Chiyan didn’t know was that although Song Qinian was mute, her memory was exceptional—one could even say she possessed eidetic recall. She had chosen the humanities track in high school precisely because it required memorization rather than complex calculations and reasoning, allowing her to work part-time to earn money.

Shen Chiyan stood up and began to leave, coldly saying to Song Qinian, “I hope you can be this confident when you meet the Smiths.”

Sitting in the car, Shen Chiyan looked at Song Qinian, who wore a simple dress, her face free of makeup, her black hair tied into a ponytail, and his brow furrowed deeply. This did not look like the wife of a wealthy family at all!

He took out his phone and called Gong Yuqi. “Lend me your stylist.”

“Oh, why does President Shen suddenly want to borrow my stylist? Has Lin Qiutong woken up? Are you planning to dress up nicely to meet her?”

“Stop talking nonsense!”

“Hey, does that sound like you’re borrowing someone?”

“Are you going to lend them or not!?”

“Fine, fine, fine! When the Fifth Young Master Shen speaks, how can I refuse? Where are you? I’ll send someone over directly.”

“Tell them to come to Future International.”

“Got it.”

Shen Chiyan dropped Song Qinian off at a boutique inside Future International, filled with high-end brands, with prices starting in the tens of thousands. Before she could react, a sales assistant ushered her into the fitting room. After the fitting, Gong Yuqi’s stylist arrived.

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The stylist’s name was Nancy—a man wearing heavy makeup, walking with a sway more seductive than most women. He wore a floral shirt, leather pants, and pink high heels, looking anything but conventional.

When Nancy saw Shen Chiyan, he nearly drooled. “President Shen… oh my, I’ve heard so much about you…”

He hurried over excitedly, only to meet Shen Chiyan’s cold, piercing gaze. Remembering Gong Yuqi’s warning that if he wanted to stay alive, he must never provoke Shen Chiyan, Nancy immediately hit the brakes. He needed these hands to earn a living—recklessness was not an option.

“Hurry up, I’m in a rush.”

“Yes, yes…”

Nancy glanced back several times, reluctantly leaving the captivating man behind as he entered the boutique.

Upon seeing Song Qinian, Nancy’s eyes lit up. “Oh my, who’s this adorable little angel?”

He circled her once. Song Qinian had a petite frame and a lovely, cute appearance—not the classic beauty type, but undeniably the kind of sweet, well-mannered girl that everyone, regardless of age, would adore.

Nancy didn’t know the relationship between Song Qinian and Shen Chiyan, but since Shen Chiyan was having him style her, their connection must be special.

Wasn’t Shen Chiyan known for his disinterest in women?

Many in their circle fantasized about the day he might favor them, only to find out he was keeping a cute little companion by his side.

Alas, it was heartbreaking.

It felt like getting heartbroken before even falling in love.

“Hello, my name is Nancy.”

Nancy extended his hand toward Song Qinian. Although he probably couldn’t have Shen Chiyan anymore, it wouldn’t hurt to get along with the woman by his side.

Song Qinian politely shook his hand and was about to type on her phone when Shen Chiyan’s cold voice rang out.

“I’m only giving you half an hour.”

Nancy shivered and stopped scrutinizing Song Qinian, immediately starting to design her look.

After a full morning of fittings and styling, Song Qinian was utterly exhausted—more worn out than after a whole day of waiting tables at a restaurant.

Shen Chiyan, waiting for them for the first time, already showed signs of impatience.

“President Shen, all done…”

Hearing Nancy’s voice, Shen Chiyan instinctively turned his head and saw Song Qinian emerge.

She wore a floral strapless short dress. Due to time constraints, her hair hadn’t been dyed but was curled slightly with a curling iron and styled into a princess updo. A delicate, pretty pink silk bow clip adorned her hair, complementing her dress and soft makeup, making her look like an innocent flower fairy.

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Song Qinian noticed Shen Chiyan’s unwavering gaze and grew somewhat nervous, her entire demeanor uneasy.

“President Shen has good taste. Such a beautiful flower fairy—who knows how many people would notice her as she steps out.”

Shen Chiyan sneered coldly. “She certainly knows how to attract attention.”

Song Qinian pressed her lips together, knowing he wouldn’t like it. She gestured, “Shall I… change into something else?”

“No time, let’s go!”

Shen Chiyan strode off briskly. Seeing this, Song Qinian hurried to catch up.

Nancy was baffled. “What’s going on? President Shen’s little darling is mute?”

At the Venus Hotel.

Shen Chiyan lounged lazily on the sofa, his mind calculating how to secure the Smith couple’s cooperation.

Song Qinian sat in the corner of the sofa, about two meters away, her nervousness never easing.

After all, this was Shen Chiyan’s first time bringing her to meet business partners, and if they weren’t extremely important, he wouldn’t have promised her a role within Ding Sheng Group just to let her act.

Although she had memorized all of the Smiths’ likes and dislikes, she was mute and the couple were foreigners, so communication would undoubtedly be difficult.

Whenever Song Qinian was nervous, her hands moved constantly—slapping the side of her palm, striking the center of her palm, interlacing and tapping her fingers—looking ready to fight at any moment, which clashed entirely with her delicate appearance.

“Come here!”

Hearing Shen Chiyan’s voice, Song Qinian looked at him in confusion.

“Have you ever seen a loving couple sit so far apart?”

Song Qinian’s heart trembled slightly, but it wasn’t her fault!

As soon as they arrived at the hotel, he sat on the sofa with a cold and unpleasant expression—she dared not approach him!

“Hurry up and move over!”

Song Qinian quickly scooted closer, finally sitting just an arm’s length away from Shen Chiyan. The next moment, with a strong pull, she was drawn into his embrace.