Chapter 2

Without Song Longsha’s chatter in her ears, Fang Xianxing parked the car on the side of the street, shed her serious demeanor, and leaned back in the car seat somewhat lazily, casually scrolling through the contacts on her phone.

The early spring sun looked bright but lacked warmth as it scattered down from the street trees, falling in patches through the car window onto her porcelain-white profile. In just a few short minutes, a diamond-shaped spot of light had quietly moved to the corner of her eye.

Fang Xianxing narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to avoid it, her fingertips still sliding carelessly.

Then, she sighed deeply, deeply.

It was now 2:10 in the afternoon. Due to some inexplicable emotions, she had left the unfinished documents and her babbling sister, and set off early without even eating lunch.

Obviously, it was a bit too early.

But she just parked the car on the side of the road two blocks away from the Haishi Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology, planning to call Xie Zhi when it was closer to the agreed time.

From the selection of candidates to the communication between both parties, to being open and honest, and signing agreements, she had always treated Xie Zhi as a partner, so at the final critical moment of confirming their marital relationship, she habitually did things according to her usual style.

That is, the closer she gets to achieving the goal, the less she can show eagerness.

She had always had the patience to wait.

Unfortunately, Song Longsha had ruined her good state of mind.

It wasn’t that she was afraid of someone snatching him away. Her consistent belief was that there was nothing to fear about competitors; she just had to defeat them.

As for her sister, that fickle fellow, not to mention that they only said three sentences to each other in the few years as classmates, how much sincerity could she have towards Xie Zhi? Just based on the fact that she didn’t persist in objecting and only waited to take over her sister’s husband afterward, her ambition was… forget it, let’s not talk about it. She should still give her sister some face, after all, they were blood-related.

What concerned her now was that the Xie Zhi described by her sister was different from the one she had interacted with.

When a deal was about to be made, but suddenly discovering that the other party’s reputation outside was different from what she had seen… it couldn’t help but make her raise her guard.

Even though she knew that the aloof and distant Xie Zhi her sister spoke of was from a few years ago, and people change, she still couldn’t help but be concerned.

What she was most worried about was whether Xie Zhi had already taken a liking to her in the past few days, so he had lost his mind and let her make all the decisions regarding their pre-marital and post-marital assets, setting some prenuptial agreements that ordinary men would find very difficult to accept.

If that was the case, the way she had shoved the prenuptial agreements in his face in a business-like manner yesterday might have been somewhat odious.

As a person with a relatively high moral sense, this possibility made her feel very uncomfortable.

Fang Xianxing sank deep into the car seat, feeling depressed. She raised her hand to look at her wristwatch; the minute hand was still slowly pointing to fifteen.

The frustration intensified. Fang Xianxing finally couldn’t control her temper. She put away her phone and tossed it aside, started the car, and headed towards the institute.

When she saw the main entrance of the institute, the time was still only 2:17.

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Just as she was secretly gritting her teeth, her phone rang. Xie Zhi had called first.

Fang Xianxing hurriedly answered in a fluster, calmed her emotions, and responded to the gentle inquiries from the other end that sounded like a breeze.

“Yes, I’ve left. No need, you can come out in twenty minutes.”

Fang Xianxing felt that the hand holding the phone was slightly stiff. After hanging up, she let out another long sigh.

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Fang Xianxing shook her head, suspecting that her mind had become a bit muddled after Song Longsha had disrupted her rhythm.

Women’s bad habits, always liking to imagine that young men liked them, but how could there be so many love-at-first-sight and falling-in-love-at-second-sight scenarios?

In three days, even if Xie Zhi thought she was not bad and had been moved, it shouldn’t be that deep. After being hit by her ruthless business-like manner, he would be heartbroken for a while but slowly get over it.

Fang Xianxing nodded, fully affirming this set of reasoning. Her tightly knitted brows gradually relaxed. She gripped the steering wheel and looked up ahead.

In a daze, she seemed to see the photo Song Longsha had shown her again. The tall and slender boy standing straight, his chin slightly raised, his profile like cold white jade, good-looking but somewhat aloof, unapproachable.