SDS: Chapter 27
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Early the next morning, Su Yu changed into one of Shen Le’s suits and arrived at a corporate building with Shen Le and Lin Yanjun in tow.
Starlight Group—Su Yu had heard of it. It was founded by the eldest son of the Shen family.
The Shen patriarch had several sons, and those sons had their own children. The most outstanding among them was this distant cousin.
Shen Xingyan.
Shen Le gave him a push. "Su-ge, just head on up. I already talked to my cousin."
Lin Yanjun nodded, patting his shoulder. "Don’t stress, Su-ge. Stick it out here for a few days, and if something better comes up, I’ll come get you."
Su Yu nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, you two."
The moment those words left his mouth, he turned and walked into the building, leaving the two of them staring at each other in shock.
"Holy shit, did Su-ge just say ‘thank you’?"
"Is he possessed?"
Thanks to the prior arrangement, Su Yu breezed through security and took the elevator to the top floor, stopping at the innermost office.
He knocked.
A refined male voice answered from inside: "Come in."
The door opened with a soft click.
Behind the desk sat a man in a white suit, exuding the poised elegance of old-money gentry.
Shen Xingyan looked up. "Young Master Su. I didn’t expect you to be the one applying for this assistant position."
[Cousin Shen totally saw this coming.]
[He deliberately leaked the job opening to Shen Le, just waiting for the day Su Yu got disowned.]
[Though it happened earlier than expected—Baby Su ditched his dad first.]
[Cousin, you’re a good man, but Gloomy Guy (Ji Yanli) is baby’s one and only hubby.]
What?
Su Yu was certain he’d never met this man before.
Why were the comments acting like he’d been helping him all along?
"I didn’t expect to be job-hunting either."
Su Yu let out a light laugh.
Shen Xingyan gestured to the seat opposite him. "Sit."
He obeyed, finding a contract already laid out in front of him—just waiting for his signature.
"Aren’t you going to ask me anything?"
Was hiring an assistant really this casual?
What if he was completely incompetent?
(Which, admittedly, he was. Su Yu mentally facepalmed.)
Shen Xingyan shook his head, sliding a pen toward him.
"It’s urgent. At this point, a warm body will do. We have a meeting this afternoon."
Ah. Desperate for a lackey.
Su Yu relaxed slightly, skimming the salary—50,000 a month, shockingly generous.
Without another word, he signed.
The entire process took three minutes.
Shen Xingyan glanced at the contract, stood, and motioned toward the door.
"Follow me. Bring the files on the desk."
Su Yu turned. Sure enough, a thick stack of documents sat there.
Channeling his newfound professionalism, he grabbed them and hurried after.
A chauffeur waited downstairs.
Shen Xingyan paused beside the car, unmoving.
Su Yu froze too. What’s he waiting for?
He glanced over—only to find Shen Xingyan staring pointedly at the car door.
…Seriously? He wants me to open it for him?
He pulled the door open. Sure enough, the man slid in without a word.
[He made baby open the door?! I want that treatment too!]
[Cousin Shen’s so extra. Wonder if he’ll keep up the act later.]
[I’m hyped—we’re about to see Gloomy Guy again!]
[The showdown’s coming sooner than expected!]
Wait.
Are we meeting Ji Yanli?
Su Yu’s grip on the files tightened.
If Ji Yanli saw him like this—reduced to some lackey—he’d probably laugh his ass off.
He’d never been much of a rival to begin with.
Now? Ji Yanli wouldn’t even spare him a glance.
Before he could spiral, the driver announced:
"Mr. Shen, we’ve arrived."
Again, Shen Xingyan didn’t move.
Su Yu resignedly opened the door again.
The meeting was at a private dining club, its exterior adorned with classical motifs. Inside, waitresses in qipaos glided between rooms.
"Do you have a reservation, sir?"
Shen Xingyan nodded. "Under Shen."
"This way, please."
They were led to a private room with carved wooden doors, intricate lotus patterns etched into the panels.
Shen Xingyan knocked twice and entered.
Su Yu followed—and immediately locked eyes with a pair of obsidian-dark ones.
Ji Yanli.
Only a day had passed since their last encounter at the banquet, yet the man seemed even colder, his presence sharper.
He lounged in his chair, black dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, his gaze openly raking over Su Yu from head to toe.
It made Su Yu’s skin crawl.
"President Ji, apologies for the wait."
Shen Xingyan smiled, taking the seat opposite Ji Yanli. Su Yu sat beside him, acutely aware of the glacial stare burning into him.
"Oh? When did you get a new assistant, President Shen? He looks… familiar."
[Translation: You dare hire my wife as your assistant? I’ll skin you alive.]
[Of course he’s familiar. Doesn’t he look like the wife you dream about every night?]
[You were just staring at his photos before bed.]
[Baby! Snitch alert! Gloomy Guy did unspeakable things with your pictures again!]
Su Yu’s ears burned.
He shot Ji Yanli a glare.
This bastard—when the hell did he take photos of me?!
He’d have to find and delete them later.
Shen Xingyan glanced at Su Yu, then back at Ji Yanli. "You must know him, President Ji."
Ji Yanli smirked. "Naturally. We met just yesterday—in my room."
Shen Xingyan’s brow furrowed. "Let’s focus on the collaboration, President Ji."
Su Yu’s entire face flamed at the reminder of their… close contact in that room.
Is he doing this on purpose?! Why bring that up in front of others?!
Ji Yanli shifted forward, bracing his arms on the table, his presence suddenly oppressive.
His cuff slid back slightly, revealing a strand of sandalwood prayer beads glinting under the light.
"Su Yu. It seems you’re… short on funds?"
Ignoring Shen Xingyan entirely, Ji Yanli’s attention zeroed in on Su Yu. His fingers tightened around the files, knuckles whitening.
Here it comes. The mockery.
"None of your business. What I do doesn’t concern you."
Ji Yanli tapped the table lazily. "Why not work for me instead? I could use an assistant."
[Ji Yanli: Wife needs money? Here’s my black card.]
[He’s totally calculating which of his properties to transfer to baby’s name.]
[Probably itching to empty his wallet right this second.]
[Keep acting cool. Let’s see how long that lasts when wife runs off again.]
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