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

After hanging up the phone, Shen Mochen stood frozen in the corridor for nearly half an hour, his expression changing repeatedly, his heart filled with many unclear emotions.

There was a feeling of being out of control, and that feeling was very strong.

It felt just like before, like being kept in the dark but not completely kept in the dark.

Fear, worry, unease...

Complex emotions welled up inside him, making him appear gloomy and melancholic.

He gripped his phone tightly, and after a long while, he lowered his eyes, turned around, and went back to the lounge.

"Mr. Shen." Seeing him return, Long Yaoyao sat up straighter and pushed the fruit plate on the table a little closer, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. "Have some fruit."

Shen Mochen glanced at her sideways, sat back on the sofa, and said in a flat tone, "I'm not eating."

Hearing that his tone was normal, Long Yaoyao nodded, and then confidently brought the fruit plate back to her, happily eating fruit while scrolling through her phone.

In Shen Mochen's eyes, apart from Yu Nanqing, almost everyone else can be dismissed as blank.

He was focused on his phone messages, and when he didn't receive a reply, he went against his conscience and turned on the audio source of the bug. When he didn't hear any words about leaving, he silently turned off the audio source, gaining a moment of peace of mind.

Yu Nanqing dislikes being monitored. She never did, and although she hasn't said it openly now, she certainly doesn't like it.

So he couldn't let her know that he had done this dirty thing again, absolutely not.

He has no other choice now.

If she really runs away and destroys the locator and the bugging device, he won't be able to do anything about her.

Lost in thought, he didn't come back to his senses until he was called. He glanced at the staff member at the door announcing the start of the art exhibition and that he could move downstairs. "Okay."

After everyone left, he stood up, glanced at the time, and then looked at the empty chat interface.

I was on the phone on the way here, and the person on the other end said they would contact him about the art exhibition.

But the estimated time should have arrived by now.

Therefore, it's obvious that the other party doesn't want to cooperate with them, or perhaps they don't want to talk to him, a newcomer.

It was easy to guess what the other party was thinking, but Shen Mochen was an experienced person after all, so he didn't rush to call and ask. He went out for a walk, made an excuse, disguised himself as a security department staff member, and asked for a membership list.

Sure enough, the name of the partner was already listed in the VIP section.

This means the other party has indeed arrived.

Shen Mochen's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he looked up at Long Yaoyao opposite him. "Take the documents."

Long Yaoyao nodded hurriedly, picked up the documents, and followed him.

The previously investigated materials listed the preferred painting styles and artists of the collaborators.

Shen Mochen went straight to that area, and after circling around twice, he finally met the other person in front of a painting.

Shen Mochen didn't directly address the person, but pretended to appreciate the painting. When he heard the other person commenting on the painting on the wall in front of them, he chimed in with a couple of words.

Probably not expecting to meet a like-minded person, the other person looked surprised, with a hint of delight, "You also like this coconut grove?"

Shen Mochen smiled and nodded, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the description on the painting in front of him, where the artist's name was Yeze.

He couldn't say he liked it, but the author did seem familiar; he felt like he'd heard of him somewhere before.

The person in front of me had already started talking at length, and I was excited, thinking that I had met someone with similar interests.

After listening to him talk for a long time, Shen Mochen suddenly remembered that Yu Nanqing seemed to have mentioned this person before. However, at that time, he was only focused on staring at her chattering little mouth and only thought about kissing her. He only had a little impression of this author.

He subtly raised his eyebrows and said a few words in a guessing manner. Seeing that the person in front of him's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, he took the opportunity to ask for his contact information.

After receiving the business card, Shen Mochen was surprised again, "You're President Ning?"

Hearing him say that, the person on the other end paused slightly, their excited mouth slowly stopping, and hesitated for two seconds before asking, "You know me?"

"Yes, I called you this morning to say I wanted to discuss business cooperation with you." Shen Mochen nodded and didn't beat around the bush. "But President Ning said she was busy. I didn't expect to run into you here."

Upon hearing this, President Ning's expression subtly changed. After a two-second silence, he roughly understood the situation.

His fondness for this style of painting is nothing new; almost everyone who knows him is aware of it. So, this hot-blooded young man in front of him might not be a chance encounter, but rather someone who was deliberately waiting for him.

However, not many people know that he likes the artist Yeze, because Yeze rarely appears in public, and his paintings are rarely seen on the market. Getting one of his paintings is extremely difficult.

He paints almost one painting every three years, which means that if you want one of his paintings, you have to book it three years in advance.

Moreover, you can't book a room right away; it depends on luck.

So much so that his home now only contains photos of Yeze's paintings.

Since the man had already followed her here, there was no reason to refuse. Ning Yue had no choice but to find a VIP room and listen to what he had to say.

However, since they might share common interests, Ning Yue's attitude towards him wasn't too bad, and she patiently listened to him explain his willingness and advantages to cooperate.

He had come with a try-it-out mentality, but as he listened, his expression gradually became serious.

What Shen Mochen talked about wasn't just some formulaic, rote explanation, but rather something latent, something he hadn't even discovered himself.

He slowly sat up straight, reached out and picked up the project proposal on the table that he had scoffed at and had little hope for, and began to look at it again.

He had only glanced at it briefly and didn't look at it closely, so he assumed it was just another unremarkable, generic proposal.

Now, after listening to his explanation and going through it again, it seems there's some truth to it.

Ning Yue looked up at him several times, and after he finished speaking, she asked him a few questions. Her admiration was undisguised, and she immediately signed the contract with him.

His initial displeasure at being interrupted from seeing the exhibition has improved considerably. He feels that this year's soaring stock market is beckoning him, and even Shen Mochen seems to genuinely want to see the exhibition, not that he came here to deliberately stop him.

Long Yaoyao went out to buy coffee. When she came back, she saw the two shaking hands. Her eyes lit up and she looked at Shen Mochen with admiration.

After seeing Ning Yue off, she praised him, "President Shen, you're really amazing. I thought this deal was going to fall through."

As she spoke, she went to fetch the remaining coffee, but just as she was about to hand it to him, she slipped and flew towards Shen Mochen, coffee and all.

The coffee landed right on Shen Mochen's lap, and because of Shen Mochen's quick reaction, he fell onto the sofa next to him.

Long Yaoyao's heart was pounding. She stood up, her face flustered, and hurriedly tried to salvage the situation. Seeing the stains on his legs, she grabbed a tissue and was about to put it on his legs.