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The elevator doors opened, and Su Xing nearly fled in panic. Shen Jingyu stood behind her, seemingly aware of Su Xing's tension, but he had to act this way; it was truly dangerous for Su Xing. He had accurate information that Zhan Ying, the leader of a global high-risk terrorist organization, was coming to the country, and his primary targets were Xinghe Street and Galaxy Bar. Moreover, he still couldn't figure out what kind of connection Su Xing had with Zhan Ying.
What surprised Shen Jingyu even more was that Du Meng seemed to know about the Zhan family’s movements. It appeared that Zhan Ying's preparations were more comprehensive than they had anticipated!
Shen Jingyu leisurely walked out of the elevator, watching as Su Xing rushed into her home and quickly shut the door behind her. He silently turned and opened the door across the hall.
At that moment, Su Xing's heart was racing wildly. After closing the door, she leaned against it, clutching her chest. Her enchanting eyes were already filled with shock. Shen Jingyu's sudden appearance and his talk of marriage felt as if he held all the cards in his hands, leaving her utterly flustered. Was he still the same person from her past?
Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a video call notification from her friend Mu Beiyao. Startled, Su Xing took a deep breath before answering the call. She kicked off her high heels and walked toward the living room sofa but casually sat down on the wool carpet next to the coffee table to face the video screen.
"Bao Er, why do you look so haggard? Your face is pale, you look terrible!" Mu Beiyao exclaimed, looking vibrant and full of energy herself. The background behind her was a wellness center that Su Xing recognized well; this young lady had always enjoyed life without skimping on herself!
"You seem to be in good shape; just finished a massage?" Su Xing forced a smile, which made Mu Beiyao raise an eyebrow in inquiry. "No way! You received news too? I thought my intel was cutting-edge!"
Su Xing's intuition told her that whatever Mu Beiyao was about to share wouldn’t be good news. "Let me hear it; let the storm come even fiercer," she said, ready to accept it all.
Nothing could shake her spirit more than Shen Jingyu's sudden appearance!
Mu Beiyao cleared her throat and said seriously, "Xinghe Street is going to be redeveloped. Fuhui is going to auction off that land, and developers participating in the bidding won't be limited to local companies."
"Your little piece of land is definitely not going to be preserved."
"But on the bright side, since you received the news early, you might be able to sell it for a good price."
In that almost forgotten, neglected bar street, how could it possibly be planned for redevelopment? Su Xing could hardly believe what she had just heard.
"Bao Er, anything is possible. Fortunately, you have other sources of income, so you won't starve," came the response.
"Make plans early. Join me for a cocktail party tomorrow night. The Starry Convergence will have an auction afterward; come see the buyers and network with some people in the business circle. It might help you raise the price for your land."
Those who received the news early would surely seize the opportunity to eye and compete for the land in Su Xing's hands. Mu Beiyao's reminder carried an additional meaning; she didn't want Su Xing to end up getting swindled by some businessman and walk away with nothing.
Su Xing fell into silence. Xinghe Street held great significance for her, and would that Jing Qi Ge really disappear after the redevelopment? It was a place filled with memories of her and him, a place that could heal her wounds.
Did she really have to sell it? What if it wouldn't be redeveloped? A glimmer of hope flickered in Su Xing's heart.
But Mu Beiyao ruthlessly shattered her fantasy: "The odds are lower than your chances of getting married tomorrow!"
"I'll see you tomorrow at one in the afternoon. I've scheduled fittings and a stylist at Starry Convergence headquarters, so come early."
With that, Mu Beiyao ended the video call.
Su Xing wanted to yell at her: "What if someone proposes to me? Do you really think I can't get married tomorrow?"
Without the sound of the video, the large apartment was silent enough for Su Xing to hear her own breathing. Her mind was filled with Shen Jingyu's handsome face, and she could almost still sense the unique sandalwood scent that lingered from when he had been close to her, along with his every word resonating in her ears.
Time passed without her noticing. Finally shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Su Xing irritably got up and rushed to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, the man across the hall had already emerged from his own bathroom. Dressed in a bathrobe, he lounged on the sofa, seemingly waiting for the water droplets in his tousled hair to air dry. The sight was undeniably alluring.
Shen Jingyu opened his laptop and placed it on his lap, quickly typing away with one hand while his phone played back a report meeting from two assistants and two secretaries from Shen Group.
Although Shen Jingyu had just arrived and was somewhat familiar with Shen Group's situation—having met with several members of the secretary department and brought three of his own people along—he still needed to prepare for tomorrow morning's board meeting regarding the new president's appointment.
As he busied himself, night slipped into deep hours without him realizing it.
The last thing Shen Jingyu inquired about was the progress of Shen Group's development plans for Xinghe Street, which was a top priority on his agenda since arriving. It pained him to know that Su Xing cherished Xinghe Street most dearly and that he himself cared deeply about Galaxy Bar, yet he still had to plan its demolition at the fastest pace possible.
That night, Su Xing tossed and turned restlessly until she finally fell asleep on the sofa around six in the morning.
But barely ten minutes into her slumber, a loud ringing at the door jolted her awake, prompting an outburst of curses from her lips.
Typically, no ordinary person could enter here; those who could almost always knew her door code. Frowning with closed eyes and unwilling to get up, she shouted loudly: "If you have the code, let yourself in! If you don't, get lost! Don't disturb my sleep!"
Outside the door, Shen Jingyu raised an eyebrow at the smart lock while holding breakfast.
This woman, could she have guessed it was him knocking? But who had she given her password to?
Shen Jingyu seemed to be in a mental struggle for a moment. In the end, he extended his finger and pressed a series of numbers that she had once claimed were very important. The password for the bank card she had given him was the date of their first meeting, and her door lock's code was the same sequence of numbers.
When the door opened, Shen Jingyu couldn't help but feel a fleeting sense of satisfaction.
Su Xing, this woman, had developed a stubborn streak since he last saw her. He remembered when he was at his lowest, Su Xing had been soft-hearted and sweet to him. She had coaxed him, saying, "Just let me be your support. As long as you protect your looks for me to admire, I’ll take care of your life."
"When you grow up and I’ve made enough money, I’ll take you out to see the world. There are so many beautiful sights you haven’t seen yet. I’ll help you find your interests and hobbies and support you wholeheartedly, as long as you’re willing to live for me."
Back then, she had been sincere and passionate; it seemed like he was always part of her plans for life.
Now, he was living for her, but it felt like there were more mountains standing between them than before.
Shen Jingyu shook off his thoughts and walked into the living room, only to discover that this woman had left a table full of drinks from last night. She was sprawled on the sofa in a silk nightgown, sound asleep, completely unaware of the stranger who had entered her home.
What frustrated Shen Jingyu even more was that the straps of her nightgown had slipped off her shoulders, revealing her delicate curves. The hem barely reached above her waist, leaving her rounded backside partially covered by sheer lace underwear.
At this early hour, he felt like he was just asking for trouble!
Most importantly, he had no idea who Su Xing might have given the password to or who could intrude under such circumstances.
Shen Jingyu could hardly bear to think about it; otherwise, he would explode!
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