Chapter 8: She Has to Marry Him!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Right then, Zuo Yiyi walked up to her side, peered at her with disdain, and mocked, “Zhuang Nainai, I suggest you take a look in the mirror! The Imperial Group office is not somewhere someone like you can just stroll into!”
She then ran out hurriedly to catch up with Si Zhengting. “Brother Ting, are you done with the meeting? How about we have lunch together today, I know a new restaurant that opened near West Gate.”
Zhuang Nainai looked in their direction. Si Zhengting disappeared quickly around the corner, surrounded by his entourage.
Zuo Yiyi was close on his heels. They looked like a great match.
Zhuang Nainai wanted to give chase, but she was blocked off by a wall of two expressionless humans. “Ms. Zhuang, please cooperate.”
Zhuang Nainai tightened her fist and, at that instant, finally grasped how big the distance was between them.
At the same time, a strong sense of uneasiness overwhelmed her.
Because she realized that if Si Zhengting was adamant about not seeing her, she couldn’t even get close to him.
What could she do?
What should be the next step?
She stood rooted on the spot, clueless. Then she saw the secretary come out of the meeting room with the coffee cups. Si Zhengting’s cup was still full of milk.
Zhuang Nainai was distracted and felt a pang of disappointment.
All these years, Si Zhengting had never mentioned breaking off the marriage promise with the Gu’s, but ever since she came back home to her family, his att.i.tude s.h.i.+fted and his stance on the matter became unclear.
He definitely objected to marrying her.
But, she has to marry him!
She had won him five years ago – she could also do it now!
This thought instantly revived Zhuang Nainai’s fighting spirit.
Go Zhuang Nainai, go!
…
On the Imperial Group building’s top floor sat the CEO’s office. Floor-length windows covered three sides of the room, offering excellent lighting, and the décor within was sophisticated and luxurious. The price on each and every piece of furniture and accessory in it was exorbitant.
Si Zhengting sat on the throne-like chair and reviewed doc.u.ments without emotions on his face.
The atmosphere in the room was tense.
The executive a.s.sistant stood at one side, holding his breath.
Zuo Yiyi eyed Si Zhengting’s expression carefully, her arrogant face now cautious and attentive. She ventured to ask, “Brother Ting, is it true? What Zhuang Nainai said just now?”
Si Zhengting looked up with a dangerous look in his eyes.
Zuo Yiyi shut her mouth but tried again after a while, “Brother Ting, you haven’t answered me, are you going to the French restaurant at West Gate?”
A pause. Then, “Which room?”
Zuo Yiyi was delighted, “VIP999 private room, I will be waiting for you, Brother Ting!”
Watching Zuo Yiyi exit the room excitedly, the executive a.s.sistant asked, “Sir, as for the lunch appointment with Boss Huang later, do you want to postpone it to tonight or tomorrow?”
“There’s no need to.”
The executive a.s.sistant was surprised. “But you just agreed to…”
At this point, the executive a.s.sistant understood. Mr. Si only inquired about which room, he did not promise to attend the lunch.
So… Mr. Si was bailing on Ms. Zuo on purpose?
Looks like Ms. Zuo would be crying again.
The executive a.s.sistant lowered his eyes and made a mental note to never ever offend Mr. Si. Such a petty man he was.
…
Zhuang Nainai was escorted out of the Imperial Group building.
Two security guards flanked the entrance and refused her entry.
Zhuang Nainai stood afar and looked at the door. She sighed. She seemed to have made the situation even worse than it was before.
Before today, at least she could have a face-to-face with him, but now…