Chapter 569 - 275: A Long Phone Call
Chapter 569: Chapter 275: A Long Phone Call
Huh?
The moment she heard Song Ya’s words, the clever Zheng Yanfei instantly understood what was going on. She shot Lin Shen a particularly strange look.
She never imagined that she would run into yet another woman entangled with Lin Shen at the banquet.
And this one was exceptionally beautiful too!
’Lin Shen is a real player, isn’t he? How can he have a woman waiting for him everywhere he goes!’
Zheng Yanfei repeated Song Ya’s words, her tone laced with a playful pout.
"Lin Shen, just how many girlfriends do you have that I don’t know about...?"
"Song Ya is not my girlfriend. We’re business partners."
Lin Shen explained to Zheng Yanfei before quickly turning to Song Ya.
"Right, Song Ya?"
"Well, I suppose so."
’What do you mean, "I suppose so"?!’
’We are, okay!’
Seeing the faint smile playing on Song Ya’s lips, Lin Shen couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh and quickly change the subject.
"How have you been lately, Song Ya?"
"Quite well."
Song Ya said with a smile.
"I’ve been in touch with Yun. I hear you’ve hired her as the general manager of Shennan’s supply chain department?"
"That’s quite impressive. I’ve never seen Yun so invested in someone else’s affairs. She even turned me down when I invited her to go into business with me."
"I really didn’t expect she’d be willing to work at your company for you. Your Charm is impressive."
"Hehe."
Lin Shen gave an embarrassed smile, while Zheng Yanfei, at his side, tugged on his cuff and asked curiously.
"Lin Shen, who is the Yun that Song Ya was talking about?"
"An old flame of his."
Before Lin Shen could reply, Song Ya chuckled, seeing right through Zheng Yanfei’s little ploy.
"She’s one of Lin Shen’s women, same as you. Except Yun is probably much older than you are, so you can treat her like a senior."
"Oh, really."
Zheng Yanfei stuck her tongue out sheepishly and tried to subtly probe for the full name of the "Yun" Song Ya had mentioned.
"Then what should I call her next time we meet?"
"Shen Yun."
Song Ya glanced at Zheng Yanfei, apparently quite interested in the young, pretty girl.
"Are you still in school?"
"Yes."
Zheng Yanfei, being very "naive," directly revealed almost all of her personal information, stopping just short of telling her entire life story.
She knew this was the only way to earn the other woman’s trust.
There was no point in hiding anything, anyway. With the power and influence of the women surrounding Lin Shen, they could easily investigate her background.
Rather than letting them investigate her privately, it was better to be forthcoming herself. That way, she could at least make a good impression.
Sure enough, upon hearing that Zheng Yanfei was studying to be a flight attendant at the Civil Aviation Vocational Technical College, Song Ya’s eyes lit up.
"Oh, so you’re a flight attendant? No wonder you’re so tall and slender. You have a very pretty face, too."
"Thank you for the compliment, Song Ya."
Zheng Yanfei returned the compliment with a cheerful smile.
"You’re very mature and beautiful yourself! You take such good care of your skin, you look like you’re in your twenties."
"Oh, don’t flatter me."
She didn’t mind when other people said she had good skin.
But Zheng Yanfei’s best feature wasn’t her figure or her face—it was her skin.
Her skin was dewy, smooth, and supple. Even in the dim hall, one could still see its collagen-rich firmness and delicate texture.
It was the kind of complexion any woman would envy on sight.
’It’s wonderful to be young!’
Song Ya couldn’t help but lament internally. She then started chatting with Zheng Yanfei across Lin Shen, as if they were old friends who regretted not meeting sooner.
This was the strong suit of a little girl.
By reading people, she could accurately gauge their preferences and immediately establish a good rapport.
It didn’t matter if they had just met.
Seeing the two women chatting happily, Lin Shen idly glanced around the hall. He spotted many celebrities and internet famous personalities you would normally only see on television.
There were even one or two A-list singers.
’They’re here for the Ferrari club’s banquet?’
Lin Shen suddenly realized something.
To the average person, the stars and singers on stage were untouchable idols. But to the wealthy, they were just expensive eye candy hired to make an appearance.
In the end, the entire world still revolved around the upper class.
As the last of the handsome men and beautiful women ambled into the hall and the guests all found their seats, the ferocious roar of an engine suddenly silenced the entire venue.
VROOOOM—!
Soon, under a convergence of spotlights, a scarlet Ferrari 488 GTB and a silver-gray Ferrari SF90 Stradale—the same model as Lin Shen’s—slowly drove onto the main stage from opposite sides.
Immediately, a quote from Ferrari’s founder, Enzo Ferrari, appeared on the big screen:
—"I don’t build cars, I build dreams."
"Welcome, everyone, and thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend our Ferrari club’s banquet!"
Zhao Jianing ascended the main stage with elegant strides, delivering her opening remarks with a smile.
She had changed out of the deep red evening gown she wore earlier and was now in a luxurious, silky, pure black evening gown, creating a stunning contrast with her fair, delicate collarbones and graceful, swan-like neck.
The crushed diamonds adorning the gown glittered like starlight, a breathtaking sight.
That, combined with her gentle, smiling face, left Ma Zifan completely mesmerized in the audience, and the desire to win her back grew even more intense.
"I’m delighted to meet all of you here. Every encounter is a matter of fate, and I’m sure you’ve all come to this banquet with the hope of meeting like-minded friends."
After Zhao Jianing finished her opening remarks, she invited the internationally renowned New York Philharmonic Orchestra to perform Ferrari’s theme music.