Sweetie, don't look at him, kiss me.

Listen to this!

After hearing Su Tingwan's words, Grandma Ji patted her hand tenderly: "What a sensible child!"

Reporters all pointed their cameras at Su Tingwan: "Ms. Su, are you really not blaming President Ji?"

"Of course not."

Su Tingwan raised her red eyes, her voice gentle yet carrying a perfectly measured hint of grievance: "Relationships are a matter between two people, and I don't like to use public opinion to blackmail anyone."

"I came here today just to ask Lin Zhou one thing in person: if he still has feelings for me, then give me a promise and set a wedding date."

"If he no longer has feelings for me, then I'll accept it and I'll never bother him again."

Her words were extremely well-chosen, demonstrating both magnanimity and tolerance, while simultaneously placing herself in a completely passive and submissive position.

The surrounding reporters and onlookers immediately began whispering among themselves.

"Miss Su, you're being too generous."

"Yeah, I would have exploded by now."

"What's going on with President Ji? Why is he turning down such a good girl? Is it really like what's online, that he's having an affair with that mistress?"

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

……

Fang Shiyang stood at the elevator entrance, looking at the two people surrounded by reporters and onlookers in the center of the lobby, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

She crossed her arms and sneered, "You're even forcing me to get married at the company? Are you that desperate to get married?"

For some reason, when Fang Shiyang said those words, the air in the hall fell silent for a moment, making her words seem particularly abrupt and clear.

Everyone turned to look in Fang Shiyang's direction.

Reporters, like sharks smelling blood, immediately pointed their cameras at her.

Grandma Ji's face instantly darkened.

She walked towards Fang Shiyang step by step, leaning on her cane, which tapped on the marble floor.

Fang Shiyang's face drained of color instantly, and she subconsciously took a half-step back.

"Who said that just now?"

Grandma Ji walked up to her, her cold gaze sweeping over her and Lin Qingmian's faces.

Fang Shiyang opened his mouth, his lips trembled twice, but he couldn't utter a single word.

She was just the design director of the Morning and Evening Line brand, working under Ji Linzhou. In this situation, she didn't dare to confront the Ji family directly.

Lin Qingmian stood beside her, clearly seeing the hesitation and fear in her eyes.

She paused for two seconds, then took a step forward, shielding Fang Shiyang behind her.

"I said it."

Her voice was not loud, but it carried a deep and resolute strength: "Madam Ji."

Grandma Ji's gaze fell on her face. She paused for a moment, then a deep disgust surfaced in her eyes: "It's you again?"

Lin Qingmian met her gaze calmly: "It's me."

As she finished speaking, Fang Shiyang tugged at her sleeve from behind and whispered, "Qingmian... don't..."

Lin Qingmian didn't turn around, but just tilted her head slightly, giving her a reassuring look.

She had already offended everyone in the Ji family two years ago, so offending them again wouldn't make a difference.

But Fang Shiyang is different.

She works at the Century Building, which likely means she has some connection to the Ji family; she can't afford to offend them.

Seeing her like this, Fang Shiyang pursed her lips, and her eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

Lin Qingmian took the blame for her.

She had worked for this group for six or seven years and knew best what kind of influence the Ji family held in Rongcheng.

A student who hadn't even graduated yet stepped forward to shield her from a bullet; this act of kindness warmed her heart yet also left her feeling bittersweet.

Grandma Ji stared at Lin Qingmian for several seconds, her face turning ashen with anger, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping her cane turned white.

She raised her hand, her cane held high, about to swing it down at Lin Qingmian's face.

Just then, a slender hand reached out from the side and firmly stopped her wrist.

"Auntie, please don't do this."

Su Tingwan's voice was gentle and soothing, with a hint of consolation: "Miss Lin was just saying it casually, please don't take it to heart."

As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Qingmian, her eyes showing a hint of haughty tolerance: "Besides, what she said is the truth."

"I came here today because I really want a promise from Linzhou. If he can't give it to me, then I accept it and won't bother him again."

The reporters immediately pointed their cameras at her, and flashes went off everywhere—

"Ms. Su, is that really what you think?"

"If Mr. Ji doesn't give a promise, will you really give up?"

Su Tingwan sighed softly, tears welling up in her eyes again, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall: "Although I like him, I also have my dignity."

"If he can't give me the promise I want, or if he really has another woman in his life, then I won't pester him."

"It's only proper for adults to part ways amicably."

These words were met with a chorus of exclamations of admiration from the audience.

"This is what a true leading lady is like!"

"So cool, able to take it all in and let it go!"

"Su Tingwan deserves better!"

……

Grandma Ji put down her cane, snorted coldly, and glanced at Lin Qingmian coldly: "Did you hear that? This is how a daughter-in-law recognized by our Ji family should be. Someone like you isn't even worthy of carrying her shoes."

Lin Qingmian didn't speak, but merely gave a faint twitch at the corner of her mouth before turning to Fang Shiyang and saying, "Let's go."

Fang Shiyang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded, "Okay, I'll take you upstairs. The big boss's office is on the top floor, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Tingwan's gentle yet persistent voice rang out behind her: "Miss Lin, please wait."

Lin Qingmian stopped and turned to look at her.

Su Tingwan stepped forward, gently took her wrist, and smiled sweetly and gracefully: "Miss Lin, since you're here today, why don't you come up with us to see Lin Zhou?"

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze gentle yet carrying an undeniable air of authority: "When I set the wedding date with Linzhou later, you'll be there to witness it for me, as a testament to... the destiny that brought us together."

Lin Qingmian narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze falling on the hand that Su Tingwan was using to hold her wrist.

Her fingertips were icy cold, but her grip was tight, as if afraid she would run away.

The flashbulbs went off again, and the reporters' cameras were all pointed at the two of them, as if they had already captured some incredible news headlines.

Lin Qingmian lowered her gaze and looked up to meet Su Tingwan's smiling eyes.

After a long pause, she spoke softly, "Okay."

She also wanted to know if Ji Linzhou would give Su Tingwan the promise she wanted in front of her, his current wife.