{“Shen Qi wouldn’t care about women who throw themselves at him.” 1}

In Huaguo, a spotless liquor cabinet displayed a variety of whiskies.

“They’re coming back?”

Cheng Shuangyi asked with curiosity, not putting down her phone, which she had taken a momentary break from amidst her game. She casually questioned her more anxious cousin.

Cheng Songgan, standing anxiously, stomped her feet in frustration. “Cousin, how can you be so indifferent?”

“That’s your ex-boyfriend,” Cheng Songgan, stepping out of her usual cousin demeanor and onto Cheng Shuangyi’s private home’s floor, grumbled about the family not even preparing guest slippers, yet she dutifully positioned herself in front of Cheng Shuangyi, as usual, with her endless nagging.

“And this time, Shen Qi’s return is completely different from before. He’s successfully raised funds in Silicon Valley, and if his company gets listed on NASDAQ in the future, it’ll be worth at least a few billion.”

Cheng Shuangyi noncommittally remarked, “Based on what I know about Shen Qi, he probably won’t be satisfied with just a NASDAQ listing; the Dow Jones won’t satisfy his ambitions either.”

Her wine-red toenails gleamed brightly on the rattan chair.

“Since you know that, shouldn’t you hurry up?” Cheng Songgan said earnestly, “You know, you’ve worked hard in the US to have two kids with him. Now that he’s prosperous, how can you tolerate another woman taking your share?”

Cheng Shuangyi finally set aside her phone. She had been busy playing a cute game chatting with a “little puppy”.

“How could that be?”

She retorted, “Do you think that besides me, the indelible scar in Shen Qi’s heart, anyone else would enter his life?”

Undoubtedly, Cheng Shuangyi was confident.

She had every reason to be confident, as her natural beauty had surrounded her with endless praise since childhood. Had she not had those two children, her stunning face might have looked even younger today.

From the beginning, she had been the one in control of her relationship with Shen Qi.

So, she had nothing to worry about.

Cheng Shuangyi casually curled her lips into a smile. “Sister, how could you be so unconfident in me?”

“Shuangyi, you don’t understand. The situation now is very different from before. Shen Qi can’t be that foolish person who used to pursue you so desperately,” Cheng Songgan, unable to ignore the grim reality, expressed her greatest concern. “I’ve heard that in recent years, a young woman has been constantly by Shen Qi’s side, and she’s a legitimate master’s degree holder, unlike your half-baked education which was interrupted.”

“Oh~”

Cheng Shuangyi responded nonchalantly, still indifferent. Her gaze seemed dismissive but remained concealed.

“What kind of attitude is that?” Cheng Songgan was quite dissatisfied with her cousin’s demeanor and urged, “Aren’t you going to dress up nicely to welcome Shen Qi at the airport?”

“Shen Qi wouldn’t care about women who throw themselves at him.”

Cheng Shuangyi, while manicuring her nails, displayed a hint of impatience and irritation. Her cousin’s meddling was quite bothersome, but unfortunately, her uncle’s position at the Cheng family was at its peak, and her cousin was notably sensitive.

She could only vent her frustration on the cleaning maid: “There’s only this small section of the floor. How many times have you wiped it back and forth?”

“Stop hovering right under my nose.”

Cheng Shuangyi muttered under her breath in annoyance.

“Miss, didn’t you ask us to clean at least seven times?” The maid’s voice trembled, afraid Cheng Shuangyi might throw the ashtray next to her.

Cheng Shuangyi enunciated with a rounded tone, too lazy to look again. “Get out.”

“Sister, I’ve already told you not to worry,” Cheng Shuangyi approached her cousin with a so-called “considerate” demeanor. “You should take care of your skin instead of meddling in everything. How about we go to a spa tomorrow?”

Cheng Songgan felt slighted but had no choice but to keep her frustration in check.

“You know the situation at Xu Yanqing’s house. They are in decline, almost as bad as the Shen family was back then,” Cheng Songgan tried to reason, hoping her sister would be more “sensible.” “Your engagement with him is long gone, turned into a worthless piece of paper. I just want you to plan for yourself…”

“Already dumped him,” Cheng Shuangyi, seated on the sofa, replied playfully, “Sister, what exactly are you still worried about?”

If she could dismiss someone like Shen Qi so easily, what’s so hard about a mediocre person like Xu Yanqing?