Sun Yi simply could not bring herself to like Chen Ting.
Even though Chen Yu insisted that Chen Ting was the perfect package — polished, well-educated, capable, and a rare talent — Sun Yi remained firmly unimpressed.
In fact, because of Chen Ting, Sun Yi had fought with her husband more times than she could count. Their once-manageable rift had deepened, growing into something thornier and colder with each quarrel.
Walking up to Gu Zi, Sun Yi lowered her voice and said with a sharp smile, "I honestly thought Chen Yu would have fired her by now. I didn’t expect him to go so far as to introduce her to Su Shen. Gu Zi, you need to be very careful with that woman."
Gu Zi, attuned to emotions as only women could be, immediately sensed the seething undercurrent of dissatisfaction in Sun Yi’s tone. But she knew Sun Yi well enough to believe this wasn’t simple jealousy over another woman’s looks.
Curious, she asked, "Sun Yi, did she do something to offend you before?"
Sun Yi shook her head and gave a dry chuckle. "It’s almost laughable, really. No, she didn’t offend me. She is pretty, and she is competent. I won’t deny that. Otherwise, Chen Yu wouldn’t have hesitated so long to fire her. But—" She paused, her voice dropping to a murmur. "From the very first time I met her, I just had this... visceral discomfort. A sort of instinctive rejection. I can’t explain it logically, but it’s there. That’s why I’m warning you—be cautious."
Sun Yi was a woman who trusted her instincts, a sixth sense honed not just by experience but by the kind of intuition women are born with.
She didn’t dislike Chen Ting for the superficial reasons Chen Yu liked to believe—jealousy of youth or beauty—and frankly, she couldn’t care less whether Chen Yu understood that or not. He could think whatever he liked. But one thing was certain: he had no business shoving that walking disaster into Su Shen’s orbit.
Gu Zi noticed how poorly Sun Yi’s mood had deteriorated, and she had no doubt that if they weren’t at such a formal occasion, Sun Yi would already be storming across the room to pick another fight with Chen Yu.
Wanting to defuse the tension, Gu Zi said gently, "Sun Yi, don’t worry. Su Shen already discussed it with me. He’s looking for a suitable replacement for Chen Ting and planning to shift her to another department. It’s already being arranged."
Sun Yi sighed, a bitter, complicated sound. "Su Shen really is a good husband, you know. Gu Zi, you’re lucky. If Chen Yu had even half his self-awareness, maybe our marriage wouldn’t be hanging on by a thread."
She patted Gu Zi lightly on the hand, her voice thickening. "You two take care of yourselves. I’m going to step out for a bit."
And with that, she turned and walked away. But not before Gu Zi caught a glimpse of her face — the sudden redness in her eyes, the way she wiped away a tear once she thought no one was looking.
Sun Yi, the woman who could command boardrooms and shake up entire industries with a flick of her pen, could still be reduced to tears by a man. How could an ordinary woman like Gu Zi hope to be immune?
A wave of melancholy swept through her. Even Su Shen’s so-called "self-awareness" — how long could it last?
Across the room, someone approached Su Shen to chat.
Gu Zi’s gaze drifted toward him.
He was holding a glass of red wine, deep in conversation, the overhead lights catching the sharp angles of his stunning profile. With his impeccable pedigree, his innate charisma, and his increasingly prominent status, it was no surprise that women were drawn to him like moths to a flame.
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