Stop Representing — Cutting Ties

What's with today's news? Grandpa. It's nothing. All this fuss with that little starlet.

Who'd let their daughter marry you? I told you to think about marriage. Have you? Not yet.

You— Calm down. Over something so trivial. Don't ruin your health.

You know you're angering me. You— I put Shen Group in your hands. Because you can stand alone.

Don't disappoint me. Just a woman. Since Grandpa doesn't like her, I'll send her away later.

Understood. Good, that sets my mind at ease. Mr. Sheng. Just got the news.

The Hongrui City project— the old man gave it to Shen Jun. Understood. Are you done?

I have something to take care of. Drive safe, then. Aren't you asking where I'm going?

Is that my place to ask? I'm guessing it's company business. As for Xia Zeying, I won't have any contact with him.

We can't cooperate anymore anyway. It's over. If you pull stunts like that again— I never would.

Want me to handle the photos? No. I'll just keep it low-key and cut ties.

I'm leaving. A reporter's coming for an interview. Prep a bit. Think I can't handle that?

Already briefed. He'll only answer questions about the deal. No questions about their romance.

Reports never proved it, anyway. After a while, they'll call it a split. That's the best way to play it. But honestly, it's weird.

You totally hit her sore spot. She still came through with a hundred-million investment. Not for me.

When she poured in the cash, I'd already signed the contract. That drama of hers was worth funding anyway.

Something's off. You think Shen's holding back? What do you think? What's wrong with her,

yanking you back but leaving you hanging, no calls, no contact, for another month?

If she's over it, why drag you along? You're so chill about it. Maybe she just won't be the one to end it.

Whatever. Not much time left to deal with her. Right. Your contract with Xinyue's almost up.

Once Mowujiang wraps, dump him outright. My last patience with Shen Yanshi runs thin—two more weeks.