Chapter 201 Surprise or not?

Chapter 201 Surprised?

Jiang Wen called early this morning, just as Si Yuan had seen Si Xingzhou off.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember that Xuyuan Art Company that opened a while ago?"

"Um."

Si Yuan had a vague recollection of hearing that the company was backed by a powerful investment group that acquired two private art museums as soon as it was established, making it the largest art company in Nancheng.

"What's wrong?"

"I just got to work this morning when people from Xuyuan contacted me, saying they wanted to invite us to put on a charity art exhibition for them, focusing on art therapy. This is perfect for your special event!"

Si Yuan was also somewhat pleased and asked, "Around when?"

"We'll have a meeting next week and sign the contract while we're at it."

"next week?"

Si Yuan paused, then frowned slightly: "I'm going to Hong Kong next week to celebrate Xiao Zhou's birthday."

"Huh?" Jiang Wen had forgotten about this and was a little regretful: "Actually, I can do it too, but I've always focused on commercial art exhibitions. I'm not very good at emotional narratives and art therapy, so I don't know if I can handle it."

When it comes to work, Si Yuan gave it careful consideration.

Meng Huaizhi fell ill a few years ago and returned to New York. In the past few years, the domestic company has been managed by a manager trusted by Liu Yanrui and Meng Huaizhi, while the Nancheng branch has been fully entrusted to Si Yuan and Jiang Wenyou.

She is working very hard to make this company successful.

So she hesitated about things related to the company.

"Okay, let's meet with Xuyuan's people next week, before Xiaozhou's birthday, to sign the contract before I leave."

"Is it too late?"

Si Yuan pursed her lips: "Work is more important."

——

The day of the project meeting arrived quickly.

Si Yuan's flight was early the next morning, so she hoped this matter could be resolved within the day so she could make it to Xiao Zhou's birthday.

In the conference room, Si Yuan, dressed in a simple beige trench coat, sat at one end of a long table, calmly introducing her ideas.

"I'll divide the art therapy space into three areas: an immersive light and shadow hall, a silent studio, and an interactive installation area. I also want to use gentle colors and low-saturation soundscapes..."

The people from Xuyuan listened attentively and nodded frequently.

Vice President Chen pushed up his glasses, a faint smile playing on his lips: "The idea is very mature, and we are very satisfied."

He then added a few details, especially regarding the timing of the publicity campaign and the list of media invited.

After speaking, he paused, then added, "Tomorrow we'd like to visit the art exhibition area with your company to verify the feasibility of this plan. Would that be convenient?"

Si Yuan tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, her expression slightly serious.

Jiang Wen immediately chimed in, "President Si is going to Hong Kong on a business trip tomorrow, shall I accompany President Chen?"

Vice President Chen glanced at Si Yuan, as if weighing something, and nodded after a few seconds: "Okay, okay."

The meeting adjourned, and it was already evening.

——

Song Yan had been waiting for Si Yuan's call because she was going to Hong Kong tomorrow, but Si Yuan was still at the company, and Song Yan was worried that something might change.

He went downstairs and was about to get in his car to pick up Si Yuan from her company when his gaze inadvertently fell across the street, and he suddenly stopped.

He saw Jiang Wang across the pedestrian crossing.

Jiang Wang emerged from the nearby art museum, surrounded by a group of sycophants.

He was among them, nodding occasionally, his expression nonchalant.

Song Yan frowned, then walked over.

Jiang Wang looked up and saw Song Yan. He stopped and gestured for everyone else to leave.

Song Yan walked over, and only asked after the person had gone some distance, "President Jiang seems to have a lot of free time?"

Jiang Wang raised an eyebrow, leaned back in the car, lit a cigarette, and said in a calm and unhurried voice, "I've come to inspect the project ahead of schedule."

Song Yan's gaze fell on the art museum not far away. "Is there another project by President Jiang here?"

Jiang Wang's lips curled slightly, as if he were talking about something trivial: "Yes, an art exhibition is coming up."

Song Yan sneered: "Is such a small matter worth President Jiang coming in person despite his busy schedule?"

Jiang Wang chuckled softly, tilted his head back and exhaled a puff of smoke, as if deliberately saying, "Yes, because you probably don't know how difficult it is to hire the designer in charge of this exhibition."

His words carried a hint of ambiguity.

Song Yan's heart tightened; he sensed something was wrong.

Who is it?

“Song Yan,” Jiang Wang turned to look at him, “It feels really good to interfere. No wonder you used to enjoy sowing discord so much.”

Song Yan's expression turned cold as he stared at him.

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Wang chuckled, walked past him, opened the car door, and left only a faint echo in his voice—

"Are you feeling guilty?"

Song Yan's heart tightened, and he snapped out of his daze, grabbing the car door tightly.

"What do you mean by 'guilty conscience'? What do you even know?"

Jiang Wang slowly lowered his head, his gaze slowly moving downwards, reminding him: "Song Yan, my car is not for just anyone to touch."

Song Yan loosened his grip, hesitated for a moment, and then reluctantly withdrew his hand.

The car door slammed shut, cutting off the distance between the two.

The black sedan slowly started moving, its taillights casting a cold red streak in the night before speeding away.

So, the reason Si Yuan hadn't returned his call so late was because she was busy with Jiang Wang's project—she was collaborating with Jiang Wang again.

Also, what exactly does Jiang Wang know? Is it about Lin Shuangyu?

If Si Yuan knew... knew that Lin Shuangyu was still alive and that he was the one behind it all, she would hate herself to death.

That was the end for them.

Song Yan suddenly felt a suffocating sensation, as if someone had grabbed his throat and pushed him into an abyss from which he could not escape.

We absolutely cannot let Si Yuan know about Lin Shuangyu.

If she had known this would happen, she would never have cooperated with Ji Song in the first place.

At the crucial moment, my phone suddenly vibrated.

Song Yan suddenly came to his senses, looked down, and saw that it was Si Yuan.

He hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Sorry, I just finished today. Let's leave together tomorrow morning."

She seemed to know nothing, and Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, responding softly, "Okay."

The call ended and the screen went dark, but he didn't immediately look away.

A few seconds later, he pulled out another number, his fingertips hovering over the dial button as he hesitated, his expression somber.

Finally, the call went through.

The call was answered quickly, and a charming, laughing female voice came from the other end: "Honey, did you receive the photos? Aren't you surprised?"