Meng Xiyue found a well-lit sofa to sit on and casually picked up a fashion magazine from the table to flip through.
Xia Yuan quickly changed into a pair of slippers and turned around to see Meng Xiyue bathed in light.
Her eyelashes were long and thick, casting a small shadow on her fair face, giving her a look of breezy indifference.
It was clear that Meng Xiyue was very relaxed at the moment.
Xia Yuan took a seat next to Meng Xiyue. As Meng Xiyue was flipping through the magazine, she paused and slightly shifted her body.
Xia Yuan was completely unaware of Meng Xiyue’s restrained aloofness, instead, she was surprised that Meng Xiyue would read a fashion magazine.
The clothes on Meng Xiyue were obviously custom-made, mostly work attire, with a cool and simple style.
She leaned lazily back on the sofa, “Interested in the fashion world?”
With her slender, pale fingers, Meng Xiyue turned another page, her gaze indifferent: “Just browsing.”
Although N.S had no plans to enter the fashion industry, future collaborations might lean in that direction.
Meng Xiyue wouldn’t go into detail with Xia Yuan about this.
Xia Yuan made an “Oh” sound and began to massage her somewhat sore arms, then her legs, and halfway through, her shoulders.
In short, she was constantly moving, never still. Since they were sitting close, any large movement from Xia Yuan would cause her clothes to rub against Meng Xiyue.
Meng Xiyue: “……”
Her lips pursed and unpursed, and finally, Meng Xiyue lowered her gaze and shifted her legs to the right, leaning to one side to create some distance.
After Xia Yuan finished stretching, her gaze landed on a bag featured on the page Meng Xiyue was looking at, and she immediately leaned in closer.
Shoulder to shoulder, her voice filled with excitement: “This bag looks nice, how do you think it would look on me?”
Even though she said this, she had already decided to buy it the next day.
The warm body heat passing through their thin clothes was too intimate for Meng Xiyue, who disliked close physical contact. She handed the magazine to Xia Yuan and moved a couple of fist-widths away, nodding slightly with a hint of grace: “It suits you very well.”
Xia Yuan didn’t pay much attention to Meng Xiyue’s sudden shift, engrossed in studying the magazine, and didn’t forget to praise herself: “I’m so pretty, it really does suit me.”
On weekdays, it’s always the lackeys who desperately flatter Xia Yuan, and Xia Yuan doesn’t expect Meng Xiyue, with her temperament, to say anything nice, so she praises herself.
Meng Xiyue’s gaze falls on the message sent by Assistant Li, lightly responding to Xia Yuan’s words.
The atmosphere is harmonious for a moment, and soon the doorbell rings. Meng Xiyue gets up to open the door, and a dining cart is pushed in.
Waitress: “Ma’am, here is what you ordered.”
Meng Xiyue takes it: “Thank you.”
Xia Yuan is flipping through a magazine, only to feel a shadow over her head and a long box appears in front of her.
The style is still concise: “For you.”
She took it, somewhat bewildered.
Pain relief spray…?
Xia Yuan looks up blankly at Meng Xiyue, who was already sitting at the dining table.
Did you remember?
*
Christoph Building.
Meng Xiyue officially signed her name on the contract, signifying that both parties have officially entered into a partnership.
How much benefit she could gain from this in the future depends on how Meng Xiyue operates in City S from now on.
After spending a pleasant evening, Christoph Ritchie invited Meng Xiyue to dinner tonight, along with Mrs. Christoph, who seemed curious about Meng Xiyue.
Meng Xiyue did not refuse.
…
Holding the signed contract, Assistant Li felt somewhat uneasy as it finally becomes official, “President, have we succeeded?”
Meng Xiyue slightly lifts her eyelashes, her eyes and brows rarely showing a smile: “Yes.”
Assistant Li suppressed the scream in his throat, coughed, and proudly said, “Tianyu won’t dare to suppress us at will in the future.”
Hearing this, Meng Xiyue’s expression was faint.
…After the contract was successfully signed, Meng Xiyue awarded a bonus to Assistant Li, telling him to go out and relax.
Assistant Li immediately booked a high-end hot spring service, planning to get a full-body massage.
Meng Xiyue didn’t go.
She planned to walk around and then go back to catch up on sleep. To cooperate with the Christoph Company, she had been too tense these past few days.
Even though she was a transmigrator with some foresight, Meng Xiyue dared not underestimate this world.
Walking along the city’s scenic moat, she enjoyed a rare moment of leisure, her usually cold eyes and brows now relaxed.
A balloon floated past her, and Meng Xiyue instinctively reached out to grab the string, soon followed by a little girl with golden curly hair running over.
The girl thanked her breathlessly, with a childish voice.
Looking into the pure eyes unique to children, Meng Xiyue bent down to hand her the balloon, gently ruffling the little girl’s hair.
As she watched the girl leave, Meng Xiyue was about to return to the hotel when she heard lively music, seemingly accompanied by exclamations.
She became interested and followed the sound to join the crowd.
It was a group of street performers, but at first glance, the most dazzling was Xia Yuan, who was moving rhythmically with a bright smile on her face.
Clearly, the exclamations were for her.
Her light movements and unrestrained bright smile undeniably had a contagious effect on the audience.
This was also a side of Xia Yuan that Meng Xiyue had never seen before.
It was as if she was spotlighted.
Dazzling and eye-catching.
Just as Meng Xiyue noticed Xia Yuan at first glance, Xia Yuan also saw Meng Xiyue immediately.
Xia Yuan twirled twice with the music before stopping in front of Meng Xiyue, her light tea-colored eyes sparkling with starlight. She smiled and winked at her, then fluttered away like a butterfly.
Meng Xiyue’s usually calm and cold eyes flickered with a trace of light.
…
“Meng Xiyue, we meet again.” After the dance, Xia Yuan came over to greet Meng Xiyue. She hadn’t expected that in such a big city, they would run into each other twice.
Meng Xiyue noticed the slight sweat on Xia Yuan’s forehead, but she seemed in good spirits. “Hmm.”
Xia Yuan smiled and asked, “So, do you have time now? Let me treat you to lunch.”
It seemed rude to refuse too many times.
“I’ll treat you.” Meng Xiyue felt that if she was the one offering, there might be fewer complications.
Xia Yuan didn’t see any problem with it; it was just having a meal together. “Alright then.”
Just as they were about to leave, someone called out to them.
It was a young man with a camera. “You are the most beautiful Eastern lady I have ever seen. May I take a couple of photos of you?”
The young man had only seen gentle and quiet Eastern women before; he had never seen such a passionate and fiery Eastern beauty.
He couldn’t help himself and took two photos.
However, Xia Yuan seemed quite pleased with the compliment and agreed, but she insisted on checking the photos first.
After all, if the photos were unflattering, it would be her reputation at stake.
The young man had no objections. His camera was an instant print type, and he handed the photos directly to Xia Yuan.
There were three photos in total.
Each one was beautiful, radiant, especially the captured smiles, which were timed perfectly.
Xia Yuan was very satisfied.
Just as she was about to hand them to the young man, she suddenly noticed something peculiar in one of the photos.
She suddenly said, “Can I have this photo?”
The young man was taken aback, “Of course.”
After the young man left, Meng Xiyue, who had been acting as a background prop, spoke up, “Let’s go.”
Xia Yuan sneaked a glance at Meng Xiyue, “Oh, okay.”
Meng Xiyue was not one to fuss over things, but Xia Yuan’s gaze was indeed strange, “Is there a problem?”
Xia Yuan quickly shook her head, “No.”
Meng Xiyue chose to remain silent about her exaggerated acting, shifting her cool gaze away.
No further questions were asked.
Xia Yuan looked at herself in the photo, dressed in a light yellow dress, her posture graceful and her smile bright and beautiful.
However, Xia Yuan’s attention was on Meng Xiyue in the crowd to the left, the most conspicuous.
Those eyes, usually cold and indifferent, seemed to hold a tender gaze towards her under the light, the corners of her light-colored lips slightly lifted in a soft smile, indescribably bright and beautiful.
So, was this how Meng Xiyue looked at her behind her back?
Then why hide that gentleness when facing her?