Chapter 1657: Past Grievances

The male colleague forced a smile, his face stiff. “Junior said it right.”

Ye Linlin nodded. “Master’s so good to us, we can’t let down his expectations and training.”

The male colleague was forced to echo, “Yeah…”

Truth be told, he didn’t really want to shoot this horse scene anyway.

Shen Bin had to take a deep breath to press down the wave of speechless frustration.

She had to be an idiot, right?

The Ye Family, big or small, still counted as a rich clan. Her mother Ye Congjie ran over a dozen companies, not particularly showy, but consistently profitable—classic low‑key moneymaker. Her personal wealth was nothing to scoff at by now. And then there was Ye Jun, a rising star in the business world, someone Shen Bin couldn’t cozy up to no matter how many layers he climbed.

She’s got top-tier resources right there and doesn’t use them. What, this rich heiress came down from heaven to “experience the life of the common folk”?

Inside the meeting room.

Nan Jiaojiao brought in tea and pastry, then laid the design drafts in front of Lin Shuyun. “These were revised according to Mrs. Ye’s requirements. Please have a look.”

Lin Shuyun didn’t even flick her eyelids at the papers. Her eyes stayed locked on Nan Jiaojiao, brows slightly lifted, expression arrogant and disdainful. “Who’s driving your car?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up.

“I saw it. What kind of boyfriend is that—doesn’t even have a car and has to drive your junk?”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed inwardly. So what if it’s a junk car? It’s just a means of transportation. How much sense of superiority can you milk out of a car?

She knew Lin Shuyun wasn’t here to talk business and had no intention of chatting. She hadn’t even warmed the chair before she stood up.

“Mrs. Ye, take the design drafts back and look them over. If there’s any problem, call me.”

Lin Shuyun was dumbfounded. “I’m talking to you!”

“I’ve got other things to do, so I’ll head out first. Suit yourself.”

Nan Jiaojiao got up and left. She was on the side near the door, so Lin Shuyun couldn’t stop her even if she tried.

Su Miaotong was waiting in the car, keeping an eye on the entrance. The moment Nan Jiaojiao came out, she immediately opened the car door, called out to her, then scooted back inside.

Once she got in, Miaotong even glanced behind her. “Did Mrs. Ye give you a hard time?”

“No.” Su Miaotong let out a sigh of relief, then her brows wrinkled again. “I’ve seen your design draft. There’s nothing wrong with it. Even I couldn’t find fault with it, but Mrs. Ye just won’t be satisfied. The so‑called ‘revisions’ she suggested are purely to make things hard for you. She keeps blocking the draft from passing. If you can’t hand over the finished work by the deadline, you’ll have to pay liquidated damages.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression stayed calm. “It’s fine, it won’t drag the company down.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Su Miaotong explained, “Paying the penalty is not worth it. And even if you can afford it, once word gets out, it’ll hurt your career. This Mrs. Ye… does she have some kind of beef with you?”

Otherwise, why is it that every time they meet, it’s like the swords are already out of their sheaths.

Nan Jiaojiao brushed it off with the same excuse as before.

The Ye Family wanted to acknowledge her; Lin Shuyun refused. She was clearly a well‑bred socialite who’d been running the household for years. She’d been soaking in the wealthy‑lady circle forever—how could she not know how to deal with people? Only when she saw Nan Jiaojiao did she turn into a shrew.

Her acting was on par with the evil mother‑in‑law in a prime‑time melodrama.

If that’s not deliberate disgust, what is it.

Nan Jiaojiao had long since gotten used to it and didn’t care. The twentieth anniversary was coming up soon; Lin Shuyun was more anxious than she was. With the contract sitting there, who’s afraid of who?

That night, she mentioned to Bo Yanching how Lin Shuyun had seen him driving her car. She’d only meant it as a small topic of conversation, but Bo Yanching felt especially distressed when he heard it. After dinner he took her to a movie, then they walked home; from holding hands to half-embracing her, he never let go.

The next day, Nan Jiaojiao ran into Yi Qinghuan on set.