In front of the other elevator stood two tall and upright men. Shen Jianian didn't look directly at them, focusing intently on the red numbers flickering above the elevator, but from the corner of her eye, she happened to catch a glimpse of their slender figures.
After a moment, the other elevator opened first, and the two men stepped inside.
Yin Shuyao couldn't wait any longer. She tugged on Shen Jianian, discontent with her slow reactions: "What are you standing around for, waiting forever? Didn't you see that this elevator has arrived?"
The high heels didn't fit well either, and when Shen Jianian was suddenly pulled with force, the heavy cello on her back tilted to one side, causing her to stagger.
Once she barely regained her balance, she followed Yin Shuyao into the elevator.
"Stand over there, you're stepping on my dress! Shen Jianian, do you use your eyes just for the sake of it?"
Shen Jianian had just managed to steady herself when Yin Shuyao gave her a hard shove, causing her to take a few steps back, and the bulky white cello case on her back knocked against a man's chest.
The man, whose chin was poked, furrowed his brows and had to tilt his head back to avoid the collision.
Lu Yanzhi, watching this scene beside him, chuckled softly, touching his nose and remarked, "Old Fu, move aside. You're in their way here."
The man called "Old Fu" cast a distant and indifferent glance over, a gaze so cold it was filled with warning.
Lu Yanzhi immediately surrendered and fell silent.
After all, with such a sharp, ruthless face, this person was quite intimidating.
The atmosphere inside the elevator was chilling, making one's heart tense. Once Shen Jianian stabilized herself, she immediately turned around to apologize, and the cello case almost poked "Old Fu" in the face again.
The man with a calm face retreated once more, hearing the girl say in a clear yet subdued voice, "I'm sorry, sir."
Lu Yanzhi paused, observing the girl in front of him, whose beauty could be described as captivating, and a faint smile crept up in his mind. It was the first time he'd seen someone colder than Fu Da, and it turned out to be a young girl.
Yin Shuyao's focus was always on her dress and makeup, fearing any imperfection might make her lose to Shen Jianian beside her. Only now did she have the capacity to notice the other men in the elevator.
When she looked closely, her gaze was instantly captured by the man on the left.
The elevator lights were especially bright; the cold white hue illuminated his sharp facial features, so exquisitely fine they seemed meticulously drawn by an artist, flawless in every way. Every feature was just right, especially those deep, mysterious eyes. Even a casual glance could captivate someone, making them willing to do anything for him.
Never had she seen such a handsome face, either in real life or on television.
Taking a deep breath, Yin Shuyao didn't hide her amazement.
But that man only had his eyes on Shen Jianian, as if appreciating an interesting trinket, he teased without hesitation, "Young lady, is that how you apologize to someone?"
In just one short month, Shen Jianian had been tormented so many times that she couldn't count them on two hands. Her heart had been forged to the point where she was unmoved by anything.
Hearing this, she lost her once prominent pride and obediently bent over in a bow.
"I'm sorry, sir."
The same five words came out of her mouth, not an extra one more.
Fu Jichen thumbed a piece of warm white jade in his palm, his eyes lowered, saying nothing.
The elevator dinged as it arrived, and Yin Shuyao didn't want to admit she was about to die of jealousy.
Shen Jianian just had that kind of appeal; wherever she went, she could attract men's sympathetic gaze, whether she was her former proud self like a swan or her current pitiful self.
Out of the elevator, Yin Shuyao's eyes were filled with venomous anger as she gritted her teeth and said, "You're such a flirt."
Shen Jianian didn't understand where Yin Shuyao saw any flirtatious behavior, but she didn't defend herself. Yin Shuyao's hostility towards her had been clear since the day her family fell apart, without any attempt to hide it.
"It's obvious he's a powerful man with a high status and considerable wealth. Look at yourself, do you think you're worthy?" Yin Shuyao delighted in belittling her.
Her contemptuous gaze swept over Shen Jianian, surprisingly, even a worn-out dress from years ago could be made to shine dazzlingly by her.
So what?
After tonight, Shen Jianian wouldn't even deserve the title of "fallen daughter of a wealthy family," she'd become a mistress condemned by everyone, disgraced forever.
It's said President Qin has some peculiar tastes, falling into his hands, Shen Jianian might barely escape with her skin intact even if she didn't die.
And Shen Jianian, at this moment, still foolishly knew nothing about it, naively thinking she came to perform.
Having calculated all this in her mind, Yin Shuyao felt much better, raising her elegant swan-like neck, she curled her red lips with satisfaction.