pjbooks Chapter 18 Convention Center
Chapter 18 Convention Center
The Jiangcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center was booked out by Porsche tonight.
Chen Mo parked the car in the VIP area and led Lin Shiyu into the venue. The hall was brightly lit, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome several meters high, casting light on every inch of the marble floor. Several of the latest Porsche models were quietly displayed, with the all-electric Taycan Turbo S and the limited-edition 911 GT3 RS occupying the center stage. The buffet table was filled with French foie gras, Italian ham, and Japanese sashimi, while a champagne tower on one wall shimmered with an amber glow.
There were about a hundred guests in attendance, the men dressed in suits and the women in evening gowns and high heels. The air was filled with the aroma of perfume and delicious food, and jazz music played lazily.
Chen Mo glanced around the venue, his gaze lingering on a certain spot.
In the corner of the VIP lounge, a woman in a red dress leaned back on a sofa, a glass of red wine in her hand. Her profile was clearly outlined by the lighting, her eyes exuding a natural charm. Dressed in red, she radiated an aura of power; she didn't need to do anything to draw everyone's attention.
Shen Jiayi.
Chen Mo's lips curled into a slight smile. Interesting. We met at the bar last night, and now we're bumping into each other again at the Porsche VIP dinner tonight. Jiangcheng really isn't that big.
He hesitated whether to go over and say hello, but Shen Jiayi had already turned around and locked her gaze on him precisely. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, then the corners of her mouth turned up, and she raised her glass to him from afar.
Chen Mo also raised his champagne glass in return.
Their eyes met briefly in mid-air, a fleeting exchange that carried a tacit understanding.
Lin Shiyu sensed something was amiss and followed his gaze, her heart skipping a beat. That woman was too dazzling!
It's not the kind of innocent, harmless beauty, but a mature and sharp kind of beauty.
"Do you know her?" Lin Shiyu asked softly.
"We met at a bar a few days ago," Chen Mo said. "Shen Jiayi, the owner of a public relations company."
Lin Shiyu nodded, saying nothing more. But she noticed that Shen Jiayi's gaze towards Chen Mo was strange. It wasn't the look between friends; it was more like a hunter locking onto its prey.
She unconsciously moved closer to Chen Mo. Chen Mo glanced down at her, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
After the banquet began, the organizers arranged a new car launch, brand presentations, and a lucky draw. Chen Mo wasn't particularly interested, but he did walk around the venue and exchange business cards with several influential people.
During the free exchange session, Shen Jiayi walked over with a wine glass in her hand. Her steps were graceful, and her red dress swayed gently with her movements, like a moving flame.
"Chen Mo, we meet again." She said with a smile, her voice deep and languid, with a hint of husky magnetism. "I said, we'll meet again if fate allows."
"When fate comes, you can't stop it." Chen Mo raised his glass and lightly clinked it with hers.
Shen Jiayi's gaze fell on Lin Shiyu beside him, and she looked her up and down: "Changed? What about the one from last night?"
"That was her last night." Chen Mo smiled. "She wasn't wearing makeup last night, but she's wearing makeup today, so I didn't recognize her."
Shen Jiayi raised an eyebrow, looked at Lin Shiyu again, and her eyes held a hint of inquiry.
"Clothes really do make the man," she said meaningfully, then extended her hand to Lin Shiyu, "Hello, Shen Jiayi."
"Lin Shiyu." The two shook hands, their grip lasting only a second before parting.
But in that instant, Chen Mo sensed a subtle clash of auras!
It wasn't hostility, but a test. The two women were sizing each other up, assessing each other's "level."
Shen Jiayi spoke first: "Miss Lin, your skin is so beautiful. What skincare products do you use?"
"Nothing special, just regular moisturizing." Lin Shiyu smiled, her smile gentle and graceful. "Miss Shen is truly beautiful; this red dress suits you very well."
"Thank you." Shen Jiayi chuckled and turned to Chen Mo. "Chen Mo, are you free tonight? There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
"What is it?"
"Regarding the collaboration," Shen Jiayi's eyes became more serious, "My company is currently working on a project that may require some investment. I think you might be interested."
Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's find a place to talk after the banquet."
"Okay." Shen Jiayi took out a business card from her handbag and handed it to him. "Call me when you're done. There's a nice bar nearby."
Chen Mo took the business card, which read "Shen Jiayi, Founder and CEO of Jiayi Public Relations Planning Co., Ltd."
"A bar?" He smiled. "You seem to really enjoy going to bars."
"It's for work," Shen Jiayi blinked. "Besides, the best stories happen in bars."
After she finished speaking, she gave Chen Mo a meaningful look, then turned and left. Her red dress swayed under the lights, and her high heels clicked crisply and confidently on the marble floor.
Lin Shiyu watched her retreating figure, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. This woman is too strong!
It's not an aggressive, domineering strength, but a composed, effortless power.
She is like an elegant cheetah, seemingly strolling lazily, but actually ready to pounce on her prey at any moment.
Chen Mo was her prey.
Lin Shiyu took a deep breath and told herself: Don't be nervous, don't be jealous. You are just his assistant and have no right to interfere with who he dates.
But her fingers, gripping the wine glass, tightened unconsciously.
The dinner ended around 9:30 p.m.
Chen Mo said goodbye to the people he had just met and led Lin Shiyu out of the venue.
"You drive back, I'm going to talk to Shen Jiayi about something." He handed her the car keys.
Lin Shiyu took the keys, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you... coming back tonight?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how ambiguous her question was, and her face immediately turned red.
"I mean... you're going to the hospital to see Guan Yao tomorrow, so if it's too late, don't rush back. You can just stay out somewhere else..."
The more he tried to explain, the worse it got; the voice grew softer and softer until it was almost completely silent.
Chen Mo looked at her flushed face and evasive eyes, and found it amusing.
"It shouldn't be too late. I'll head back after we're done talking."
"Okay... then be careful." Lin Shiyu nodded and turned to walk towards the parking lot.
After taking a few steps, she turned back.
"Chen Mo."
"Um?"
"You look...handsome tonight."
After saying that, she turned and left. Her high heels clicked on the ground like a string of lit firecrackers.
Chen Mo watched her retreating figure, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
He took out his phone and called Shen Jiayi.
"Hey, I'm out. Where's the bar you mentioned?"
"Turn right after you leave, it's 200 meters away, there's a bar called 'Hidden'. I'll be waiting for you there."
"Okay, ten minutes."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo strode towards the exit.
He wasn't driven by desire, but rather by a sense of anticipation.
I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of story that shrewd woman will bring him.
A short while later, he pushed open the door to "Hidden." Jazz music and a subtle aroma enveloped him from head to toe. The bar wasn't large, and the lighting was just right. Behind the bar, the liquor shelves were piled high with spirits, and the bartender's hands moved with fluid, effortless grace.