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I instinctively shook my head.
"No... no, no..."
His brow furrowed slightly.
"Don't you want to take responsibility?"
I lowered my head, unsure of how to respond.
The scene from three years ago lingered in my mind, refusing to fade away.
It was also because of that younger guy that I had never been interested in boys younger than me.
I shook my head and mustered the courage to look up at him.
"Shen Kun, just consider what happened last night an accident and forget about it."
"How can I forget?"
His tone was somewhat cold.
"How could I forget the first time?"
I bit my lip and pulled out my wallet from my bag.
"I'll give you money—two thousand... is five thousand enough?"
As I took a deep breath, I tried to steady my trembling hand, refusing to pull it back.
Shen Kun ignored the stack of money and looked at me with a pitiful expression.
"Fang Miaomiao, you slept with me, and now you're not taking responsibility? Are you trying to humiliate me with money?"
"I-I-I..."
I jumped up in a panic.
"Shen Kun, don't say that! I didn't sleep with you, and I won't like you! You're younger than me; I don't like younger guys! Just pretend last night never happened and forget about it!"
After saying that, I picked up the clothes on the floor and fled in a hurry.
Shen Kun, I'm sorry.
I don't dislike younger men. I just have been hurt by one before.
Mingyuan Company, Advertising Director.
Holding the newly approved project proposal, I arrived at Shen Kun Company's office to deliver the materials.
In the elevator, I watched the numbers rise and felt a twinge of anxiety. It was just like an interview.
Shen Kun sat in his office chair, expressionless. The atmosphere was tense, as if a sword was drawn between us. I kept mentally preparing myself, striving to remain calm.
"Mr. Shen, hello. I am Fang Miaomiao, the Advertising Director from Mingyuan Company. I will be following up on this project proposal."
I smiled and handed the proposal to him. He took it, casually flipped through a couple of pages, and then fell silent.
Time passed slowly, second by second. The air was thick with unspoken tension.
After a long moment, he looked up at me coldly.
"The proposal is acceptable, but we insist on using first-tier actress Lin Miaoke. Have your team communicate with her."
I knew he was deliberately making things difficult. As the client, he had the right to specify the spokesperson. But Lin Miaoke was a national actress with a packed schedule, and she was very selective about endorsements—she wouldn't consider anything less than a major brand. Asking us to negotiate with her was nearly impossible.
Yet the more challenging it became, the more it ignited my fighting spirit.
"Alright, I'll do my best."
To discuss matters regarding Lin Miaoke, I arranged to meet a friend from the circle at a café. My friend informed me that although Lin Miaoke appeared innocent and harmless, she actually had her own thoughts and was quite principled, refusing to accept any underhanded deals.
"However, since you want to give it a try, I can introduce you to her, but I can't guarantee success," he said.
"As long as she doesn't reject me, there's a chance," I replied.
We set a time to meet, planning to first get acquainted with this National Goddess. As I stepped out of the café, I bumped into someone unexpectedly.
"Miao Miao, what a coincidence!" It was Ma Yue.
He was dressed in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking every bit the business elite. I smiled and nodded.
"What a coincidence! What are you doing here?"
"I have a lunch meeting. How about joining me?"
"Sure!" It was perfect timing; I wanted to thank him for giving me a ride home last time.
Ma Yue chose a Japanese restaurant. During the meal, he told me he planned to stay and develop his career here.
"My junior classmates are all around here. Being alone in another city isn't much fun. It's better to stay; I can look out for everyone and think about settling down—maybe even marrying and starting a family."
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