I sigh, rubbing my temple. "Okay… tell me. Who did you talk to?"
Jiang gives me that smile.
The please-don't-kill-me one.
Shoulders slumped. Eyes dodging mine. Mouth twitching like it knows it's about to ruin my life.
"…Shen Yuze," he says softly.
My smile dies.
Like—instantly.
Gone. Buried. Funeral held. Flowers sent.
"Jiang," I say sweetly. Dangerously. "Dear."
"Hehe," he chuckles.
"Hehe my FOOT, idiot!!!" I snap, spinning toward him. "Shen Yuze?! That overly comfy, too-smart-for-his-own-good CEO of Corum Fashion Industry?!"
He winces. Actually winces. "Sorry…"
"Sorry?!" I jab a finger at his chest. "Don't say sorry—just tell me you didn't sign anything!"
He shakes his head fast. "No. No contract."
I freeze. Then exhale so hard my soul comes back.
"…Okay," I mutter. "Okay. We can survive that."
"But—" he continues.
I stiffen.
"But," he repeats, quieter now. "I promised… if he agrees to my condition, I'll—"
I grab his collar. "You'll WHAT."
He gulps. "Help him."
