"Mr. Ji, allow me to introduce my woman, Shu Wan." Lin Zechen’s casual introduction made Shu Wan freeze. She never imagined that the title she had once craved would be bestowed upon her by a pervert. And the man she'd craved it from, the one idly toying with his wine glass, hadn't even spared her a single glance. It was as if everything happening here had nothing to do with him, so detached, so utterly heartless. Seeing that Ji Sihan showed no interest, Lin Zechen quickly hooked Shu Wan's chin. "Take a look, Mr. Ji. Doesn't she look just like your Ning Wan?" He had been at the Ning Corporation earlier that day to discuss a project when he ran into Miss Ning, a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Shu Wan. After a few inquiries, he learned that Miss Ning, who had just returned from abroad, was Ji Sihan's woman. He had immediately rushed to the Ji Corporation, using the uncanny resemblance between Shu Wan and Ning Wan to curry favor with Ji Sihan and successfully secure this meeting. Lin Zechen thought that since Ji Sihan had deigned to come, he had to seize this opportunity to clinch the Westside project. At the mention of his woman, Ji Sihan finally, slowly, lifted his cold gaze. He scanned her up and down as if she were a complete stranger. His handsome eyes were veiled in mist, revealing no trace of emotion. After a long moment, he stated flatly, "She's nothing compared to my Wan'er." The words struck her like a knife, twisting in her heart until it bled. "Of course, she can't compare to Miss Ning." Lin Zechen gripped her chin, his voice dripping with contempt as if he were discussing some lowly creature. "She’s an orphan. No power, no connections, no background. Miss Ning is the sole heir to the Ning Group, not to mention brilliant and highly educated. How could this one possibly compare?!" Yes, how could she possibly compare? In Ji Sihan’s eyes, she was nothing but a stand-in. How could a substitute ever compete with the real thing? Shu Wan pressed her lips into a tight line, saying nothing, her heart bleeding with every beat... Lin Zechen’s barrage of insults was all meant to flatter Ji Sihan. But Ji Sihan seemed not to notice, not even gracing him with a glance as he continued to toy with his glass. Clearly, the topic held no interest for him. Sensing his cue, Lin Zechen dropped the subject and pulled Shu Wan into the seat across from him. They had just settled in when a man in an expensive suit opened a bottle of wine and offered a glass to Shu Wan. "Miss Shu, is it? Do you drink?" Shu Wan didn’t know who the man was and hesitated to accept. If he had put something in the drink, Lin Zechen could do whatever he wanted with her later. As she wavered, the man’s lips curled into a smile. "Relax, it’s not drugged." His smile was so refined and disarming that Shu Wan relaxed slightly. She took the glass and took a small sip, still not daring to swallow. The woman seated beside the man saw this and couldn't help but let out a sneer. "I say, Lin Zechen, the quality of your women seems to be slipping. My Liangchuan is kind enough to pour her a drink, and she’s too paranoid to even drink it. What a slap in the face." The "Liangchuan" she mentioned was Ji Sihan’s cousin, Ji Liangchuan—another playboy, though not as depraved as Lin Zechen. In all her time with Ji Sihan, Shu Wan had never met any of his family or friends. This was her first time seeing Ji Liangchuan. She couldn't help but study him for a few extra moments. He bore a slight resemblance to Ji Sihan but lacked his cousin’s icy demeanor. On the contrary, he seemed quite gentle. When Shu Wan failed to react to her jab, the woman's face darkened. The meaning behind her words had been obvious. Anyone else would have read between the lines and understood she was trying to force Shu Wan to drink the entire glass. A smarter person would have offered a quick apology to Ji Liangchuan and downed the drink to smooth things over. But this one was pretending to be clueless. How utterly tactless. Of course, Shu Wan had understood perfectly. But the comment had been directed at Lin Zechen, not explicitly at her. So, she would play dumb. The woman turned to Lin Zechen, her voice laced with annoyance. "Lin Zechen, you only got to see Mr. Ji tonight because my Liangchuan made the introduction. You wouldn't have even gotten in the door, let alone had a chance to talk business. And now your woman won't even accept a simple drink? How is the rest of the night supposed to be any fun?"