The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

10:00 AM, conference room on the 29th floor.

When Si Yimian pushed open the door, the long table was already full of people on both sides.

She spotted He Sichen in the main seat at a glance.

He sat in the main seat, dressed in a dark gray suit, looking down at the documents.

Hearing the noise, he looked up and glanced over.

He glanced at it once, then looked away.

This man is the epitome of abstinence when he wears a white coat, and the epitome of a refined scoundrel when he wears a suit.

Si Yimian's gaze swept around and she spotted a familiar face in a corner.

Si Ningyou sat in the middle of the conference table. She looked up at us with a polite smile.

"Mianmian, come sit here."

Her voice was gentle, like a sister greeting someone.

She handled the entire early stages of the project, and although it has now been hijacked, she still has to take over the final handover work.

Everyone at the table looked up, their eyes all falling on Si Yimian.

The newly arrived second young lady of the Si family was parachuted into the project team, replacing Si Ningyou's position.

Who among us wouldn't want to get a piece of this melon?

Si Yimian smiled and waved to Si Ningyou.

"My sister is here too."

Her tone was light and cheerful, as if she were genuinely happy to see her family.

Then he walked straight past her and sat down in the empty seat to He Sichen's right.

Si Ningyou's smile froze for a moment.

This bitch won't even pretend?

He Sichen paused for a moment as he flipped through the documents.

He glanced at her sideways.

She sat upright, her hands folded on the table, as well-behaved as a primary school student coming to class.

"Is this your seat?"

He spoke, his voice low.

Si Yimian blinked, looking completely innocent.

"It's empty, can't we sit down?"

He Sichen remained silent for two seconds.

"Please sit down."

The meeting began.

The first topic is the progress report of the joint R&D center.

Si Ningyou began her presentation, with slide after slide and piles of data.

As Si Yimian listened, her eyes began to glaze over.

In the original world, her parents started their business and built a top-tier wealthy family, all so that their only daughter could live a life of luxury and ease.

Therefore, she was never required to work hard from childhood to adulthood.

What now?

Sitting here listening to the green tea b*tch chanting sutras, forced into a life-or-death struggle for family property.

If her parents knew how hard she was working here, they would be so heartbroken that they would transmigrate into the book overnight to save her.

Si Yimian sighed.

The wealthy and idle are the ones who are favored.

Working women are the ones who are not favored.

Life, indeed, shouldn't be too smooth.

If things go smoothly for too long, even God will get fed up.

Si Yimian rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on the person in the main seat.

He Sichen was listening to a report, his profile cold and stern.

Sunlight streamed in through the French windows, illuminating half of his face.

good looking.

So lovely.

This face is enough to make her get up early for work, but not enough to make her listen attentively in class.

She lowered her eyes and began to scribble in the blank spaces of the meeting minutes notebook.

She painted very slowly, stroke by stroke.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a neatly tied tie.

The glasses need to be drawn on; that's the essence of a refined scoundrel.

Then she laughed at herself.

When He Sichen's gaze swept over, he saw her looking down at her notebook and grinning foolishly.

His eyebrows twitched slightly.

I thought to myself, "Did she go crazy in the meeting?"

He looked away and continued listening to the report.

Ten minutes later, I glanced at it again.

She was still laughing while biting the pen cap.

He Sichen: "..."

Si Yimian examined her work closely.

You know what, it does look quite similar.

She looked up and met He Sichen's gaze.

This time, he didn't move.

Their eyes met, and she smiled at him.

He Sichen withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, picked up his cup, and drank some water.

Si Yimian noticed that he paused while drinking water.

When she put the cup back on the table, her ears turned red again.

She lowered her head, biting her lip to suppress a laugh.

On the stage, Si Ningyou's gaze drifted over and fixed on her.

What is that brat doing?

draw?

Si Ningyou rolled her eyes inwardly.

She suddenly understood why some people in the workplace would get so angry that they had a heart attack.

They're quick-witted when it comes to vying for projects, but once they're actually sitting here, they start slacking off?

Some people, even when opportunities are offered to them, don't know how to open their mouths.

The thing she worked on for half a year actually ended up in the hands of this kind of person.

If I had known she was so useless, I wouldn't have been so nervous.

Si Ningyou suddenly stopped being angry.

If you let someone like that occupy the position, they'll fall down sooner or later.

All she needs to do is give it a gentle push.

Si Ningyou looked away and continued speaking, her mood suddenly improving considerably.

"The above is a summary of the preclinical data that Chenxi has completed."

"Next, we will enter the clinical sample production stage."

She looked at Si Yimian with encouraging eyes.

"Mianmian has taken over this part now, so I won't say much more. Let Mianmian fill in the gaps."

Si Ningyou sneered inwardly.

This idiot has been slacking off all morning; what nonsense could he possibly utter?

It would be best if she shed a couple more tears, to show everyone how weak she is.

Si Yimian was resting her chin on her hand when she heard her name called, and slowly raised her head.

Before the project handover process was even complete, the paratroopers were hit with artillery fire on the spot.

This was intended to expose her weakness in public and let everyone know that the new specialist was an incompetent fool.

She lowered her hand from her chin, sat up straight, and her aura suddenly changed.

Relaxed, composed, and possessing the confidence of someone accustomed to big events.

"Hello everyone, I'm Si Yimian."

"I just took over the project, and I'm still processing the details. I'll just give a brief overview of the clinical progress."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Regarding high-end consumables, the sterile production line has passed verification, and the first batch of trial production samples will be sent for testing next week."

"The testing cycle is about two weeks. If all goes well, clinical enrollment can begin next month."

"On the clinical side, we'll need Yu'an's help in coordinating resources."

Over the next five minutes, she went through the entire process, including the initial progress, the current bottlenecks, and the follow-up plans.

Clear and well-organized, highlighting the key points.

After she finished speaking, she looked at everyone.

That's about it.

"I just took over, so I might not be familiar with the details yet, but the data is all correct."

"If there's a mistake, it must be because my sister wrote the handover documents incorrectly."

That was a perfectly watertight statement.

If it's right, it's your own fault; if it's wrong, it's the fault of the person handing over the materials.

He Sichen looked up at Si Yimian.

She stood there, without a trace of panic on her face.

She only scratched the surface, touching on the edge, without making any mistakes or revealing any ignorance.

But she packaged the fur in a way that made it seem legitimate.

"Sit down."

His tone was as cold as usual.

Si Yimian sat back down and took a sip of water.

Luckily, it fooled them.

She really memorized everything Si Congshan taught her that night.

She stayed up all night and devoured the dried goods on the USB drive three times.

If you don't understand something, just ask. After asking, keep studying.

She doesn't like curly, but she can't really cook.

Si Ningyou's smile was about to fade.

She clearly wasn't listening attentively, so how could she just open her mouth and say something?

He spoke with such conviction that he even kicked the ball back with his backhand.

Si Ningyou took a deep breath and composed herself.

Nothing.

Even if she manages to fool everyone, she still has a backup plan.

"Mianmian's point is quite valid; it seems she's been putting in a lot of effort lately."

"I noticed you were taking notes with your head down the whole time, and you were taking them very seriously."

She smiled and looked at He Sichen.

"Mr. He, how about letting Mianmian share her notes?"

"Her ideas are fresh and might give us some inspiration."

He Sichen glanced at Si Yimian out of the corner of his eye.

She sat there, her fingers resting on the edge of the notebook, tightening slightly for a moment.

A sense of curiosity suddenly arose in his heart.

She's smiled at her laptop several times since the meeting started.

He glanced at her several times, but she didn't notice.

What did she write that made her so happy?

"Can."

"Mr. Si, could you share something?"

As soon as He Sichen finished speaking, all eyes at the table turned to Si Yimian.

Si Ningyou picked up her coffee, took a sip, and covered the gloating smile on her lips.

Si Yimian looked up at He Sichen.

He sat there with a detached gaze, his dark gray suit accentuating his straight shoulders.

She suddenly smiled.

"OK."

"Since Mr. He wants to see it, then please take a look first."

She reached out and closed the notebook, then handed it to him with both hands.

He Sichen took it and opened it.

Then silence fell.

The drawing on the paper depicts him.