Chapter 112: The Last Time I Saw Him

Pei Dongshi’s expression remained unchanged.

“How old are you this year?”

Nan Jiaojiao stood her ground, tilting her head up.

“I was seventeen three years ago.”

“Hmm, of age,” he concluded.

Unable to play coy, Nan Jiaojiao gave up.

“I won’t do it, I won’t look anymore, I can’t understand any of it.”

Pei Dongshi slowly raised his hand and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

He picked up his cellphone and made a call to his assistant.

“Pass the word, from now on no sweets or milk tea are allowed in the company.

Also, strip Sweetheart of all her bonus for the second half of the year.”

The assistant asked, “What happened to Sweetheart?”

Pei Dongshi, gazing at Nan Jiaojiao, allowed a slight tilt at the corner of his mouth.

“Negative work attitude.”

Nan Jiaojiao sat up straight with a start.

“Are you going to read it or not?” Pei Dongshi asked her.

Nan Jiaojiao nodded her head.

“I will!”

He let out a silent chuckle, ended the call, and then sent a text message to his assistant.

“Ignore what I just said, do not deduct Sweetheart’s bonus.”

The assistant looked up to the sky, silently counting in his mind.

How many times was it now?

That afternoon, Nan Jiaojiao was locked in a private room and went through several documents.

The works of all designers at E.Y would eventually pass through her hands for a review.

Nan Jiaojiao asked for a pen and made some minor modifications, ones that were subtle without major changes, and made red annotations where she made revisions.

Designers have their own rules, and they are most reluctant to have their work tampered with.

The few that Nan Jiaojiao modified had given their permission years before.

Seeing there was still time, she decided to finish the last few designs for the autumn runway show.

Shen Shichu’s phone call came at four o’clock in the afternoon.

“Jiaojiao, I’m done with my tasks, I’m really sorry for being so busy today.

Are you still at school?

I’ll come to you,” he said.

Nan Jiaojiao dropped her pen, her voice cold.

“I’m not there.”

She gave an address.

Shen Shichu: “Wait for me there, I’ll come over soon.”

“All right.”

She set her cellphone aside and organized the documents a bit before categorizing them and handing them over to Pei Dongshi.

Her wrist was caught by him, pressing it down on the papers.

The man looked up, his eyes cold behind the thin lenses.

“Promise me, this will be the last time you see him.”

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her eyes in surprise.

“Hm?”

“Shen Shichu is restless.

The master could tell from the start that he wasn’t right for you, yet you insisted on marrying him.

Even after being expelled from the master’s tutelage, you refused to look back.

She knew I was also in Rongcheng and asked me to keep an eye on you.

Haven’t these years been enough for you to see his true nature?”

“I’ve seen it,” she said.

Nan Jiaojiao twisted her wrist slightly.

Pei Dongshi was not holding it very tightly, and with a light struggle, she was released.

“This visit is to make things clear with him.”

Pei Dongshi clearly did not believe her, but it was too early to say so outright.

“Settle this early.

It’s time to visit the master.”

Nan Jiaojiao fell silent for a while, a heaviness rising in her throat as she murmured, “Yeah.”

Half an hour later, Shen Shichu arrived to pick up Nan Jiaojiao.

Pei Dong stood by the window, watching from above as Shen Shichu carefully assisted Nan Jiaojiao into the car, even buckling her seatbelt for her.

He then fetched a cup of milk tea and a piece of cake from the back seat, placing them in her hands and smiling as he spoke a few words before going around the car to open the other door.

Gentlemanly and refined, considerate and thorough.

There was no denying Shen Shichu had handsome looks, and when he decided to charm a woman, nobody could withstand it.

Coldness seeped into Pei Dongshi’s eyes, and he did not take a single sip from the tea in his hand even though it had grown cold.

It wasn’t until the car had driven far away that he returned to the desk, picking up Nan Jiaojiao’s designs; only then did a faint smile trace his features.

“Silly girl, you’ve been irresponsible for long enough.

It’s time you realized what truly suits you best.”