You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 185 Family Matters Should Not Be Discussed with Outsiders

Because of the flight delay, Yu Nanqing and President Zhang went straight to the art exhibition as soon as they got off the plane. After finding out which artist was in the room, they rushed up there without stopping, afraid of missing it.

"206 is here." Mr. Zhang glanced at the information on his phone and then stopped in front of the room door.

Yu Nanqing followed behind him, dragging her suitcase, panting heavily. She was exhausted and disheveled because she was in a hurry to keep up with him.

She tidied her hair and paused when she heard the word "come in" coming from inside the door.

The voice was so familiar.

She listened to it almost day and night.

The door was pushed open, and Yu Nanqing looked up to see the person standing in front of her, who was indeed the same person she had spoken to on the phone not long ago.

However… she wasn’t particularly delighted; in fact, she felt a little angry.

The scene before you makes it hard not to overthink.

Shen Mochen and Long Yaoyao each sat in one corner of the sofa, the distance between them deliberately made to seem like an attempt to cover up their true feelings.

Unfortunately, Shen Mochen had his coat draped over his legs, while Long Yaoyao had her hands folded on her lap, staring down at the ground with a suspicious blush on her face.

The atmosphere froze for a moment. Shen Mochen was the first to panic. He didn't care about saving face anymore and hurriedly got up.

Yu Nanqing snapped out of her daze, squeezed the suitcase handle hard, and felt incredibly jealous.

She was curious to hear how Shen Mochen would explain things to her, but the most urgent thing right now was to find the author. So, with a slightly furrowed brow, she silently picked up her suitcase and followed the apologetic President Zhang out the door.

As the door closed, she felt as if a knife had been plunged into her heart, and her face turned deathly pale.

Mr. Zhang checked with his friend and found that he had made a mistake with the room number.

He let out a soft breath, glanced down at the watch on his wrist, and couldn't help but rub his forehead.

It's already 4 PM. If they're on time, the authors will leave for dinner at 4:30.

After hanging up the phone, he told Yu Nanqing about the situation and then hurriedly headed for the elevator.

The correct room number is 405.

To protect the safety of the artists, the organizers of the art exhibition specifically chose the fourth floor, because the elevators above the third floor require a card swipe, and the stairwells are locked from the third floor onwards.

While Mr. Zhang went to talk to the staff, Yu Nanqing stood in front of the elevator waiting, her gaze occasionally sweeping over the two people who were talking.

Judging from Mr. Zhang's earnest attempt to explain, things probably won't go too smoothly.

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, her eyes darting around before her gaze suddenly settling on someone standing in front of the art exhibition.

He looks very familiar.

Her brain raced through the information, and she finally confirmed that she had indeed seen this person in the information book, and that this person seemed to be a member of the Artists Association.

Yu Nanqing's eyebrows twitched slightly. She glanced around, placed her luggage in the temporary storage area, and then walked towards the person.

Relying on the information in her mind, Yu Nanqing managed to start a conversation with the man after a few minutes of maneuvering.

The two chatted smoothly, and when they were having a good time, Yu Nanqing revealed her purpose. The other party remained silent for a long time, but seeing how sincere she was, he reluctantly agreed to take her upstairs.

Upon seeing this, Yu Nanqing's eyes lit up slightly. After expressing her gratitude, she hurriedly went to find General Manager Zhang.

Mr. Zhang, who was arguing heatedly with the staff, paused for two seconds when she heard that someone could take him up. His expression immediately returned to normal, and his eyes showed even more appreciation for her.

Shen Mochen came downstairs a step behind them, so he watched as Yu Nanqing chatted happily with the stranger, and then watched as Yu Nanqing and the junior vice president exchanged glances.

Knowing that Yu Nanqing was angry with him because of a misunderstanding, he dared not act recklessly.

Despite his intense desire to pull her into his arms and domineeringly tell her not to smile at other men, reason prevailed and he held back.

He can't do that.

Doing that will make the little girl hate him.

His head was slightly lowered, his dark eyes fixed on her, like a pitiful little dog with unspeakable bitterness, who dared only to follow cautiously, neither too close nor too far, for fear of being abandoned.

Seeing that Yu Nanqing was about to follow the two men into the elevator, he felt uneasy and flustered. He wanted to follow, but as soon as his foot touched the elevator door, Yu Nanqing glared at him and pulled him back.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, his eyes filled with darkness.

The collaboration negotiations didn't go smoothly. The author wasn't interested in returning to the public eye, so no matter how much Mr. Zhang pleaded, he couldn't soften the author's heart.

However, Mr. Zhang already understood the outcome, so after leaving the room, he felt relieved and relaxed after reporting the recording and the process.

He always kept his personal and professional life separate. Only after the work was finished did he reveal his true feelings, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Yu."

Yu Nanqing nodded, glancing at him. "President Zhang has worked even harder."

Seeing her wary expression, Mr. Zhang chuckled lightly, offering no reassurances, for he still held her in his heart.

He glanced down at the plane ticket and saw that there were no tickets left for today. Instead of disappointment, he even seemed a little pleased. "Looks like I can't go back today."

Upon hearing this, Yu Nanqing froze for two seconds, a chill creeping into her heart. Her mind raced, "We can take the high-speed train back."

Mr. Zhang was slightly taken aback. He paused in putting his phone away, then picked it up again and searched for train tickets.

There were indeed plenty of tickets left, but this wasn't the result he wanted, which was a bit of a shame.

He sighed softly, "It seems that Xiao Yu really hates being with me."

He spoke bluntly, which horrified Yu Nanqing. Fortunately, the elevator doors opened as soon as he finished speaking.

Yu Nanqing stepped out and immediately saw Shen Mochen, who looked like a little dog waiting for its owner at the door.

The other person's eyes lit up when they saw her, and they quickly got up and hurried over.

Yu Nanqing's brow twitched slightly. After considering for two seconds, she didn't pull away from him and let him hug her.

Mr. Zhang, who was walking next to her, was stunned. He thought he had encountered some kind of stalker fan and was so frightened that he almost started a fight.

Only after hearing Yu Nanqing's explanation did he notice the man's appearance, and memories gradually gathered in his mind.

He vaguely remembered seeing him before, but it was only from a distance, and the other person had a cold face, looking at him like he was an enemy, so he didn't remember it clearly.

Seeing the two so affectionate, he felt a little hurt, but he just smiled awkwardly, said goodbye, picked up his luggage, and left.

Yu Nanqing held onto the emotionally unstable Shen Mochen tightly, apologized to President Zhang with a smile, and only let go after watching him get into the car. The smile on her face vanished, and she picked up her suitcase and walked towards the door with a cold expression.

Shen Mochen followed closely behind her, not daring to breathe loudly, and only carefully took the suitcase from her hand when they went out.

The coffee that Long Yaoyao handed him spilled on his pants, which happened to be in a rather awkward position, so he blocked it when he heard the door open.

Fortunately, it dried relatively quickly, and now only a faint mark remains, which is not noticeable without a magnifying glass.

Yu Nanqing kept walking forward, her heart filled with anger. Even though she couldn't tell which way was which, she couldn't help but express her displeasure by walking wildly.

She only stopped when she had nowhere left to go.

Facing a main road, Yu Nanqing stood on the roadside, looking bewildered. She glanced around and saw only tall buildings. She pursed her lips, resigned herself to her fate, and turned away.