Beijing Colors Lingering

At this moment, in the quiet carriage, the driver sitting in the driver's seat could gradually feel the sharp and imposing aura behind him.

He glanced ahead discreetly and saw Miss Shen standing not far away, with a strange man beside her, the two of them chatting familiarly.

However, they maintained a normal social distance from each other and were not close at all; they were just friends.

Does the boss see this man as a rival in love?

Moreover, it seems the boss is jealous.

The driver muttered to himself, "This is truly baffling!"

Zhou Yancong raised his hand to remove the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, gripping the frame until his knuckles turned white.

He then threw his sunglasses on the armrest, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"Drive over there." He lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced disdainfully at the driver, his voice sharp and cold.

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver immediately looked away and quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Zhou."

Soon, the driver started the vehicle and drove forward, then stopped next to Shen Jinsui.

Shen Jinsui was chatting with Ji Yan when she suddenly saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom Skywalker parked by the roadside.

Only three people in the country own this car, two of whom are in Beijing: Zhou Yancong and her brother Cheng Yu.

The car in front of them belonged to Zhou Yancong; Shen Jinsui had ridden in it before.

At this moment, the driver quickly got out of the car and opened the back door.

Zhou Yancong stepped out of the car, wearing a crisply ironed white shirt and black casual pants. Even in such simple attire, his figure appeared even more robust and upright.

He walked directly to Shen Jinsui's side, his voice deep and magnetic, like a clear spring gently flowing into the heart: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's okay, I only waited for a little while anyway." Shen Jinsui shook her head. She hadn't waited long at all; she had been chatting with Ji Yan the whole time.

Afterwards, Shen Jinsui briefly introduced Zhou Yancong and Ji Yan to each other:

"This is my friend Ji Yan."

"He is my friend Zhou Yancong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yan looked at Zhou Yancong with a faint smile on his face, raised his hand in the air, and said in a clear voice, "Mr. Zhou, hello."

Zhou Yancong's eyes were deep and composed, his gaze sweeping over Ji Yan's hand without any emotion.

His expression was calm, yet he exuded a powerful sense of pressure, appearing both noble and aloof.

A moment later, Zhou Yancong slowly raised his hand, barely grasped Ji Yan's hand, and then withdrew it.

His expression was calm, as if he were keeping people at arm's length, and his voice was deep, cold, and indifferent: "Hmm."

Shen Jinsui glanced back and forth between Zhou Yancong and Ji Yan, and she inexplicably felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Ji Yan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as he looked at Shen Jinsui and suddenly asked her, "Suisui, are you free all weekend?"

"Yes, more or less." Shen Jinsui nodded.

Ji Yan chuckled softly and said, "Then I'll treat you to dinner next time."

Shen Jinsui knew that Ji Yan's work was always very busy, and they rarely ate alone together.

So when she heard this polite remark, she didn't refuse, nor did she think they would see each other often, so she nodded slightly and agreed: "Okay."

As Zhou Yancong listened to their conversation, he casually rubbed the jade thumb ring on his finger.

The man's long eyelashes drooped slightly, the shadow of which was as bluish-black as a winter crow.

Below were deep, dark eyes, which then momentarily darkened almost imperceptibly.

Ji Yan's lips curved into a slight smile as he slowly said in a gentle voice, "Sui Sui, go have dinner with your friends first. See you next time."

Shen Jinsui nodded, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yancong's eyes instantly returned to calm.

Afterwards, Shen Jinsui said goodbye to Ji Yan and got into the back seat of the car with Zhou Yancong.

Immediately afterwards, the car started and drove forward.

Ji Yan's smile vanished instantly. He stared at the departing Rolls-Royce Phantom Skywalker, its license plate bearing the same numbers, conspicuous and ostentatious.

The man just now was Zhou Yancong, and Ji Yan probably knew something about him.

Zhou Yancong is the head of the Zhou family in Beijing, the owner of Huaheng Group, and the president of the Beijing Chamber of Commerce.

He was once hailed as the youngest financial genius on Wall Street. After returning to China, he took over the entire Huaheng Group with lightning speed and successfully became the head of the Zhou family.

Ji Yan had just clearly seen that Zhou Yancong had feelings for Shen Jinsui that went beyond friendship, and that Shen Jinsui did not reject his approach.

Ji Yan knew very well that the two of them could not remain just friends forever.

In terms of appearance, Zhou Yancong and Shen Jinsui are a perfect match.

In terms of family background, the Zhou family and the Cheng family are evenly matched.

Ji Yan had to admit that they were indeed a perfect match.

After a long while, the car had completely disappeared from sight.

Ji Yan remained standing there for a long time, his expression gradually dimming, and a hint of loneliness appearing in his eyes.

If it weren't for his mother taking care of Shen Jinsui as a nanny, he probably would never have had any interaction with Shen Jinsui in his entire life.

Ji Yan still clearly remembers the first time he met Shen Jinsui.

His mother, Ji Lin, worked at the Shen family's old house and later took care of Shen Jinsui.

Ji Lin has worked for the Shen family for many years and is a reliable and capable person.

Grandma Shen knew that Ji Lin was a single mother with a son named Ji Yan who usually lived at school, and she roughly understood that Ji Lin did not have any close relatives.

Old Mrs. Shen was kind-hearted, so every year during the winter and summer vacations, she would have Ji Lin bring her son over to live with her in the old Shen family house.

That day, after finishing all his homework in his room, Ji Yan went to the small garden outside.

He had only taken a few steps when a pure white Czech wolfhound suddenly darted out, stopped in front of him, and looked him up warily.

"Buddy!"

Soon, a sweet and tender voice rang out.

A little girl who looked like a porcelain doll walked by, followed by several servants.

The next second, the Czechoslovakian Wolfdog ran to the little girl's side, snuggling up to her affectionately, extremely well-behaved, a stark contrast to its previous behavior.

The little girl picked up the leash and explained to the older boy in front of her, "I'm sorry, I scared you. Buddy is still small, and he's a little naughty. I didn't hold the leash properly, so he ran away from me."

"It's alright." Ji Yan shook his head slightly.

Shen Jinsui led the pure white Czech wolfhound to Ji Yan, looked up at him, and asked curiously, as if she remembered something, "Big brother, are you Aunt Ji's son?"

Ji Yan looked at the little girl in front of him. She was beautiful, with delicate features and a touch of cute baby fat on her cheeks.

The little girl was wearing a pink and white tutu dress and a crown studded with diamonds on her head.

She is beautiful, lively, elegant and noble, just like a little princess.

Although she is quite young, her every move reveals excellent manners and upbringing.

Ji Yan nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips, and replied, "Yes, my name is Ji Yan."

Shen Jinsui stroked the dog's fluffy head and earnestly said her name: "My name is Shen Jinsui."

Soon, Ji Yan snapped out of his reverie and turned to walk towards the car parked by the roadside.

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At that time, the sun was about to set, and the sky was gradually darkening. The streets were already lit up with night lights, their colors shimmering.

The wide road was bustling with traffic.

A black Rolls-Royce was driving smoothly, with the vehicles behind it maintaining a considerable distance.

In the quiet carriage, Zhou Yancong lowered his eyes and stared at the jade thumb ring on his finger.

The ceiling is a magnificent pulsar sky ceiling, constantly changing and flowing.

The light and shadow fell on his angular face, making it appear deep and three-dimensional, while the diamond cufflinks on his shirt sleeves reflected a luxurious gleam.

He suddenly recalled the scene from just now, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly.

After a long pause, Zhou Yancong suddenly asked, "Are you and him on good terms?"