You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Long Yaoyao nodded and took the opportunity to beckon him to go out.

Without the staff, the VIP room fell into complete silence.

Shen Mochen stared at his phone, swiping dozens of times without receiving a message from Yu Nanqing. His brows furrowed slightly, and he felt a little agitated.

Yu Nanqing's company was quite lenient, so he almost always replied to his messages instantly, with very few exceptions, which made him feel extremely uneasy.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't resist. He opened the location app, glanced at the location, and saw that it was at Huaibei Airport. His brows furrowed instantly.

A huge sense of unease ignited in his heart. His eyes darkened slightly, and his fingertips frantically tapped on the screen. Only after a string of code appeared did he reach out and put on his headphones.

The sound was weak and intermittent, probably because the listening device was hidden inside the corner of the clothing.

I couldn't hear clearly, but I could roughly tell that it was two people's voices.

One was Yu Nanqing's, and the other was a stranger's.

With his phone hanging precariously in his hand, Shen Mochen exuded a chilling aura. His reddened eyes trembled slightly, and his dark, lifeless pupils began to crack.

He felt cold and trembled as he dialed the number pinned to the top of his chat list.

This feeling of being out of control terrified him.

We promised to love each other, we promised to never be apart, we promised...

But why did she go to the airport without saying a word, and with another man?

He was almost ready to completely trust her.

As my fingertips slowly sank into my palm and blood began to seep out, a cold, mechanical voice came from the phone.

Unable to connect; not in service area.

"President Shen? President Shen?"

Long Yaoyao was happily scrolling through videos on her phone when she suddenly saw Shen Mochen, his eyes bloodshot, his face ashen, and his body seemingly emitting black smoke, gripping his phone tightly.

The intense aura of death and chill made her heart skip a beat, filling her with dread.

After calling out twice to no avail, she swallowed hard, got up from the sofa, and took a few steps back.

She only stopped when her back was pressed against the wall, and then, mustering her courage, called out again, "Shen Mochen?"

The words had barely left her lips when the man beside her suddenly stood up and strode toward the door as if he were going to see an enemy.

Long Yaoyao paused for two seconds, her heart pounding even harder with fear. Afraid that something might really happen, she called her friend and hurriedly followed them out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped out of the VIP room, she saw Shen Mochen standing not far away.

The aura emanating from him didn't seem so frightening anymore.

From her direction, she could only see Shen Mochen's back. He was holding his phone, making a call to someone, and he seemed to have lost a lot of his fierceness.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief. Seeing that everything was alright, she replied to her friend's message and then turned back to the VIP room.

This whole mess made her think the sky was falling.

Shen Mochen's world had indeed almost collapsed just now. He thought that his wife had eloped with another man while he was away on a business trip.

He almost came up with a plan to destroy the world.

Fortunately, my good wife called back.

Huaibei Airport.

Yu Nanqing heard her phone ringing in her bag as soon as she arrived at the airport, but she was busy moving her luggage and didn't have time to answer it. It wasn't until she was inside the airport and sitting in the rest area that she had a chance to call Shen Mochen back.

She sat by the window, casually pushing her small suitcase, listening quietly to the phone ring. When she heard the other person's voice, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Shen Mochen, you just called me?"

“…Hmm.” Shen Mochen responded softly, as if he had survived a disaster. His voice was hoarse and very deep. He stopped walking, and the frost between his brows and eyes gradually melted away.

"I just got off the bus, I didn't have time," Yu Nanqing explained before telling him about the business trip. "This was all very urgent. I've been memorizing documents all morning, so I haven't told you yet."

Hearing that she wasn't going to abandon him and run away, Shen Mochen felt a little better. "Okay, be careful on the road."

After speaking, he hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Going with colleagues?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Nanqing paused for two seconds, her expression changed, but in the end she didn't hide it from him, "From the company's vice president."

After the call ended, both sides fell silent. Shen Mochen lowered his eyes and stared at the ground, his eyes flashing with unreadable emotions.

My fingertips sank deeper into my palm, a painful yet sobering sensation.

He shouldn't be so selfish. Yu Xiaoqing didn't elope behind his back, and she promised last time that she wouldn't have any relationship with the vice president.

He should believe her.

This is better for both of them.

After thinking about it, he responded softly, "Okay."

Seeing his prompt reply, Yu Nanqing was stunned for two seconds, but only for two seconds, because she knew how difficult it was to get Shen Mochen to back down.

The two chatted for a couple more minutes before hanging up.

Yu Nanqing pushed her suitcase back to sit next to the junior vice president and chatted about the business partners she would be meeting today.

The other party is a moderately famous illustrator who has not joined a group, an organization, or founded a company. He has always lived in a relatively marginal area, and almost no one has ever encountered him throughout the year.

In recent years, his works, which were accidentally photographed by others, have become very popular, and many companies have wanted to sign him, but none of them have succeeded.

The other party expressed a desire for a quiet, anonymous life.

This time, the other party finally came out of the mountains and not only agreed to bring the paintings to be exhibited, but also agreed to personally participate in the exhibition. It was a rare opportunity.

The number of people coming to sign up will only increase, not decrease.

Many people in the industry even speculated that he was in dire need of money, which is why he agreed to come out of the mountains.

"Why do you think he came out of retirement?" the junior vice president suddenly asked at this point in the conversation.

Yu Nanqing paused for a moment, thought for two seconds, and then answered seriously, "If he can paint in the mountains and paint very well, I guess his family is very rich, so he probably didn't come down from the mountains for money."

"The junior vice president made me memorize a lot of the artists whose works were featured in this exhibition... Could it be that he had a special gathering with those artists?"

Almost half of the painters and artists she remembered graduated from the same school, and that artist was no exception.

Listening to her logical analysis, the junior vice president nodded, a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Indeed, according to rumors, this art exhibition was an agreement made by those painters ten years ago.

We might get together again after the exhibition.

Yu Nanqing nodded as she listened to the junior vice president, then lowered her eyes and flipped through the documents.

Judging from the vice president's attitude, this cooperation is definitely going to happen.

She had never poached anyone before, so everything was quite new to her.

She doesn't need to be the first to speak up; she can just follow behind President Zhang and give him hints.