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Shen Jingyu was in high spirits all morning, and by ten past seven, he had come over to start circling around Su Xing. He seemed particularly refreshed, praising Su Xing's breakfast. The slightly crispy fried eggs smelled delightful, and the toasted bread had a satisfying chewiness.
He acted as if it were just another weekend, enthusiastically escorting Su Xing downstairs to Starry Convergence, mentioning that he would come by in the afternoon. Su Xing wanted to refuse him; after all, what if he was actually there to see Han Ruoxi?
Thinking of this, Su Xing couldn’t help but wear a cold expression as she got out of the car and headed upstairs. After years of being accustomed to driving herself and having control over her schedule, what was she supposed to make of having an irresistible chauffeur suddenly?
What was even more frustrating was that when she arrived at the office at nine o'clock, there wasn't a single person in the three-story workspace. As she settled into her office, she sent a message to Mu Beiyao: "Sister, you can't be serious! Clearing out the place this early just for Han Ruoxi? Our business will be delayed!"
A few seconds later, Su Xing received a reply: "Please check what day it is today first."
Su Xing fell silent. It was all Shen Jingyu's fault; one man had completely thrown her off track to the point where she didn’t even know what day it was! But since she was already there, she might as well work! Designing was her responsibility; it could be done sooner or later.
Starry Convergence was not only the name of the brand but also that of the three-story standalone shop. The first floor spanned over a hundred square meters and showcased the designer's products in display cabinets, mostly mid- to high-end series aimed at the general public. The second floor featured high-end luxury custom designs, with clients needing appointments for special consultations with designers.
The third floor housed management offices, consisting of three independent offices while other departments had employees scattered throughout the area. Among those independent offices, Mu Beiyao's was the most frequently seen, followed by Su Xing's. The third office belonged to someone who only sent back design drafts periodically; whenever asked about their whereabouts, they were always on vacation—perpetually on holiday.
Su Xing sat at her desk, twirling a pen while staring at her computer screen but couldn’t produce even half a draft all morning; her mind was too cluttered for inspiration.
Not only that, but at three in the afternoon, before Han Ruoxi arrived, another rather special guest showed up. Su Xing’s internal phone rang; it was Zheng Ying, the manager on duty downstairs.
"Ms. Su," Zheng Ying said, "a lady has come downstairs specifically asking to see your designs. We showed her several pieces you designed, but she neither accepted nor rejected them. Then she started inquiring about your personal life and is now asking about matters related to the bar."
Su Xing frowned slightly as she leaned back in her chair and pondered for a moment.
She arranged: "Xiao Ying, you go and engage with her for a while, let Security go upstairs to adjust the surveillance on my computer."
Considering the situation, she wanted to see if she recognized her first. The usual surveillance software was hardly ever used; Su Xing's computer didn't even have any installed.
About ten minutes later, Su Xing glanced at the old woman.
Dressed in a classic Hepburn style, she wore a pink coat that seemed to be a season ahead of her slender frame. The wrinkles and dullness on her face ultimately couldn't hide her age.
Su Xing searched her mind for a long time; aside from the feeling that she had seen this woman somewhere before, there were no other thoughts.
Meanwhile, in the lobby on the first floor, Deng Xiaoya realized that she couldn't get much information from these people and settled down in a resting area.
With an air of arrogance, she commanded, "I'll wait here; you inform Su Xing to come meet me."
Her bodyguards were too imposing, standing there like zombies with their eyes wide open, which was detrimental to business.
As the lobby manager, Zheng Ying had no choice but to cater to everyone. However, after asking a series of questions and still needing to meet Su Zong, she was unsure how else to engage.
Fortunately, just as Zheng Ying was about to make a phone call, Su Xing called first: "Please have that lady come upstairs."
After scrutinizing her for a long time, Su Xing seemed to have guessed who this person was. She just hadn't expected to meet her under such circumstances.
Su Xing didn't mind whether she was a good mother-in-law or a bad one; deep down, however, she harbored a long-standing resentment.
What kind of mother could let her son Shen Jingyu lose the will to live at such a young age?
In contrast, Deng Xiaoya had never reflected on her actions throughout her life and had never felt even an ounce of regret or sorrow for Shen Jingyu.
She simply hadn't paid attention for far too long. The reason she appeared here today was that Deng Xiaoya had heard Mu Zhiyuan deliberately mention in front of her that Shen Zhengxin had met Su Xing yesterday.
She didn't even know about yesterday's trending news but still arranged to meet Su Xing. The address had been deliberately revealed to her by Mu Zhiyuan.
Everyone in the Mu Family knew that Deng Xiaoya never cared about any of her children and was even less concerned about the family. She rarely went out more than a few times a year, yet in the past two days, she had gone out twice.
Mu Zhenhua pondered in her heart whether it was because Shen Jingyu had returned to the Shen Family. As for Mu Zhiyuan's intentions, Deng Xiaoya didn't care and had no desire to think about matters outside her own concerns.
In Su Xing's office, there was a small sofa. Su Xing stood up as soon as Deng Xiaoya entered and said, "Madam, please take a seat."
Deng Xiaoya took a moment to observe Su Xing before replying, "I am Shen Jingyu's mother."
"Hello," Su Xing greeted in a bland tone, not even offering a title.
"Hmph, you have quite the personality. At least you're more noticeable than the girl who met with me yesterday," Deng Xiaoya remarked. She waved her hand, signaling two bodyguards to leave and closed the glass door behind her. She then sat down on the sofa.
Just as Su Xing was about to take a seat, she heard Deng Xiaoya command, "Make me a cup of coffee—Double Black Coffee, no milk, no sugar."
Su Xing noticed the coffee machine in the room. She had never been ordered around like this before when it came to making coffee.
How infuriating! She felt like smashing the table in frustration.
Fortunately, she was a strong woman with a generous spirit! Why bother arguing with someone who looked like they might be mentally unstable?
It had indeed been years since Su Xing had worn such a sour expression.
She prepared the coffee as requested and placed it in front of Deng Xiaoya.
This woman's skin showed severe melanin deposition. Did she drink too much coffee or was it some kind of ailment?
That was the conclusion Su Xing reached after observing her closely for a few moments.
However, it was evident that Deng Xiaoya must have been very beautiful in her youth, and twenty years ago her fashion sense would have been trendsetting.
But now, her style seemed out of place and rather mismatched.
Adhering to the principle of remaining still while the enemy moved, Su Xing quietly sat in the large chair, silently watching as Deng Xiaoya took a big gulp of her bitter coffee, looking thoroughly pleased.
Setting down her coffee cup, she asked, "Su Xing, what did that person from the Shen Family say to you yesterday?"
"None of your business; I have nothing to say," Su Xing replied without hesitation.
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