Chapter 20 He Had No Idea What the Contradiction Was_2

If...the man on her mind was Fu Yisi, did he...still have a chance?

The two left the office with their own thoughts, but coincidentally, the person they were both thinking about was Fu Yisi.

Ji Sang was pondering over the bits and pieces of life with Fu Yisi in the past few days, trying to find the reason why the man could easily disturb her mind. Meanwhile, Song Xiu was recalling the first time he met Fu Yisi, the image of the gentleman who was also cold and icy with an extraordinary demeanor was so vivid, and he wondered... to what extent could he measure up in front of him?

On the way to the hospital, the three of them took separate cars.

When Lu Ming saw the Range Rover driven by Ji Sang, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and joked,

"A woman needs not concede to men?"

He really hadn't expected Ji Sang's vehicle to be a Range Rover.

But somehow... the presence didn't seem out of place at all.

Ji Sang gave an embarrassed smile and raised the keys in her hand,

"From home."

At that moment, Ji Sang didn't realize there was anything wrong with her comment, until they reached the hospital and Lu Ming remarked:

"Your family seems to trust you quite a lot."

Typically, when families prepare a car for a girl, they choose something easy to handle, petite, and safe.

This Range Rover seems more fitting for a strong independent woman who loves to charge ahead.

Ji Sang's movements halted as she got out of the car; it was then that she realized her previous reply was a bit off. Subconsciously, she had already acknowledged that her marriage with Fu Yisi formed a 'missus' in their household.

This realization added to the chaos in Ji Sang's heart.

Ji Sang was never an easy person to get close to, nor was it easy for her to place trust in others. Originally, it took Su Ge nearly a year of persistence to become her friend.

But with Fu Yisi, within just a few days, she had let down her guard so effortlessly.

It was unimaginable.

Upon their arrival, they were greeted by staff. All the way, Ji Sang was absent-minded, and even upon entering the dean's office, she kept her head down.

Naturally, she did not see Fu Yisi sitting on the sofa, arching an eyebrow at her.

Fortunately, Lu Ming noticed Ji Sang's detachment and, before exchanging pleasantries, he gently tapped on Ji Sang's back.

Ji Sang suddenly snapped back to reality, and when she looked up, she ran straight into Fu Yisi's dark and deep eyes.

Her breath caught.

Why was he here?

Swiftly, Ji Sang averted her gaze. She didn't dare look at him now, afraid that in a moment of carelessness, her anxiety would betray her thoughts.

Such a small gesture, however, took on another meaning in Fu Yisi's eyes. His gaze had been sharp when he saw Lu Ming pat Ji Sang's back, and now it turned even colder.

"Vice Director Lu, good to see you."

Lu Ming leaned in slightly, shaking hands,

"Dean Han, I've long admired you. For this collaboration, we will need a lot of guidance from Dean Han. Let me introduce Ji Sang, who is in charge of shooting the promotional video."

Lu Ming turned his head, gesturing for Ji Sang to step forward.

Not expecting this, Ji Sang instinctively held her breath, her palms beginning to sweat. Her hurried gaze scanned over the people in the office, finally settling on Dean Han, who was smiling and waiting for her response.

Ji Sang, you can do it, just like when you first met Lu Ming. Sister was right; you can't always stay in the same place.

Finally, after giving herself a mental pep talk, Ji Sang discreetly wiped her hands clean on her pants and then raised her head,

"Dean Han,"

Pausing for a moment, Ji Sang forced a smile,

"I am Ji Sang."

Dean Han gave an "Eh" sound, took a careful look, nodded, then turned to look at Fu Yisi behind him.

"Xiao Fu, come here."

People in the hospital thought Ji Sang was Fu Yisi's girlfriend, but he knew they were not. The Han Family and the Fu Family had always been close, and he had long known that Fu Yisi had gotten married half a year ago.

Surely, Ji Sang was the one from the Ji Family, Fu Yisi's wife.

Indeed, today, as soon as he heard that people from the television station were coming for a meeting, this young man from the Fu Family hurried over. Had there ever been an interview before where Fu Yisi took the initiative?

Not to mention taking the initiative, even complying nicely was difficult.

Dean Han chuckled softly, thinking it was indeed time to settle down. Even someone as aloof and capricious as Fu Yisi was beginning to change.

Fu Yisi then stood up from the sofa, nodding slightly as a casual greeting.

Sometimes, between men, it only takes one look, one gesture, to know what the other is thinking.

If it was just some young, lively kid, it would be fine, but even this sophisticated and worldly old man seemed to have taken an interest in her.

Fu Yisi glanced coldly at the woman who had been avoiding his gaze since she entered and snorted disdainfully.

Strutting everywhere!

The meeting was short, but Ji Sang felt it was excruciating.

Fu Yisi was sitting opposite her, the table wasn't wide, and with just a glance, she could see the man's hand casually resting on the table, and moving up, his jawline.

She knew the man was watching her, so she didn't dare lift her head, afraid of their eyes meeting.

Finally, the meeting ended. Ji Sang walked to the door with her head lowered, let out a long breath, and her shoulders slumped considerably. Her lips were somewhat pale, but her cheeks were flushed. Regardless of whether it was proper or not, she whispered to Song Xiu,

"I'm going to the restroom."

Rushed, flustered.

Like fleeing in panic.

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In the office, Dean Han watched Fu Yisi still sitting leisurely on the sofa sipping tea and raised an eyebrow,

"What's the matter; you had a fight?"

He had felt something was off; there was no interaction between the eyes of the couple. Clearly, when Fu Yisi heard about the meeting, he seemed in good spirits.

Fu Yisi looked up indifferently, saying nothing.

Dean Han sat down, his tone heavy with concern,

"Any conflicts? Your Uncle Han might be able to give some advice, after all, I've been through it."

But Fu Yisi curled his lips coldly.

Conflicts? How would he know what the hell the conflicts were when that woman was too guilty to even look at him.