The heavy rain hit the carved iron door of Yunding Manor, as if someone was beating it with stones. Chen Ye stuffed the last portion of the spicy pot into a thermal bag. Water dripped from the hem of his raincoat, leaving a small patch of dark color on the carpet in the foyer. The navigation showed "Building A of Genting Manor", and he didn't think much about it - he had visited this place seven times, always through the back door, but this time he crashed into the main hall.
The crystal chandeliers were dazzlingly bright, the champagne towers were stacked to the ceiling, and people in suits and ties held up wine glasses and smiled as if they were filming an advertisement. He looked down at his muddy sneakers and turned around to retreat, but was stopped by a woman in a champagne dress.
"Are you Mr. E? I heard that you just acquired Nanyang Shipping Lines?"
Chen Ye did not respond. He recognized that face - Zhou Tingchuan's fiancée, the daughter of the Lin family. He didn't move or hide, he just tucked the thermal bag under his arm, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
"Don't block the road." His voice was low, like something fished out of the rain.
