Chapter 145: You Are the White Horse, and You Are Also the City

Three years later.

In the office of the Chief Executive Officer of Eurasia Trading.

"President, we have accurately verified that she will return to the country on the seventh of this month. At that time, she will go to the Grand Regent Hotel to hand over some work, and then she will take a flight on the tenth to transfer to Hong Kong. On the sixteenth, she will attend the Hong Kong International Jewelry Exhibition. Her current name is Yan Mai."

A man dressed in a sharp suit nodded, lowering his head by half an inch as he reported to the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance.

Shen Yanlie raised a hand and flicked it backward. Hearing the command, the man bowed and retreated from the room.

"Yan Mai... Yan Mai..." Yan Xiaomai... Shen Yanlie rubbed his chin with his fingers, squinting his eyes slightly as he overlooked the entire city, murmuring the name.

His Xiaomai. He had finally found her...

A wicked yet charming curve formed at the corner of Shen Yanlie's lips. This was probably the first time he had smiled in the thousand-plus days since he lost her. He turned around, walked over to the shelf to grab a bottle of red wine and a goblet, brought them back to his desk, poured a measure, took a light sip to savor it, and then drained the rest in one gulp.

He had waited for so many years. Although he was desperately eager to see her, he was desperately suppressing those feelings and that excitement. He told himself that this time, even if he had to resort to every trick and every scheme in the book, he would keep her permanently by his side, never letting her leave again, and never giving her any reason to escape.

***

At the airport.

A group of designers from the French capital stepped onto Chinese soil as a delegation. Among them was a homegrown Chinese designer named Yan Mai. Everyone called her "Xiaomai" in Chinese.

The woman called Xiaomai had fair skin, bright, lively eyes, and long eyelashes that fluttered like a pair of brushes. Standing around one meter sixty-five, she wore a stylish yet unconventional mixed-and-matched outfit in light tones, radiating youthful vitality. Beside her was a tall, burly French man. The two of them walked through the airport lobby, chatting and laughing along with the rest of the delegation, completely unaware that on one side of the lobby, a man wearing sunglasses was quietly watching all of this, gazing at her with a faint, ambiguous smile at the corner of his lips.

Yet that smile was overflowing with gentleness...

"Maimai, did you used to live in this city?" Damien asked in astonishment, looking around at the surroundings with boundless curiosity and fascination.

"Mmm, yes, right here." Yan Mai nodded, her face baring an unmasked smile. This man named Damien possessed all the best traits of French men: a nearly perfect height and build of one hundred and eighty-seven centimeters, a high-bridged nose, slightly curly golden hair, gemstone-like azure eyes, and skin as fair and delicate as a young girl's. However, the faint trace of shaved stubble along his jawline added an intensely masculine, sexy edge to his otherwise near-flawless face.

"I've finally arrived at the place where you used to live. I feel so lucky." Damien's hearty laughter made Yan Mai take a couple of extra glances at him. While finding him endearing and amusing, she was also deeply touched from the bottom of her heart.

This man had constantly talked about how he simply had to visit the place where she once lived. She never expected that now, upon finally fulfilling that wish, he would genuinely care this much.

Damien ran on ahead, eager to be the first to soak in the atmosphere of the city. Smiling, Yan Mai adjusted the strap of the shoulder bag and strode quickly to keep up.

From beginning to end, she never noticed the gaze lingering on her from not far behind.

With his hands in his pockets, Shen Yanlie watched her smile as carefree as a child. He, too, broke into a smile, though it was laden with an indescribable desolation and bitterness. Having been away from him for all these years, she had grown increasingly cheerful and lively.

She looked so happy—happier than she had ever been when she was with him.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Yan Mai paused slightly, as if harboring some inner hesitation. The Grand Regent Hotel was the place where she had once unlocked a man's heart and seen deep into his soul. Now, with time rushing by and the world undergoing drastic changes, she was no longer that same person, and nothing could ever return to how it was in the beginning.

She now held a professional designer's qualification certificate, certified by international authorities. Participating in this exhibition was not only about winning greater applause, but also a milestone representing her progress—a final evaluation marking her transformation from a certified designer into a truly mature professional.

Three years had vanished in the blink of an eye. Now that her wish had finally come true, only she remained...

"Maimai, I'm starving. Hurry up and keep up." Damien took a step back, grabbed Yan Mai's elbow, and pulled her toward the hotel entrance.

***

"Found him? Where?" Yu Wensi sprang up from his stool in excitement. Instantly, all eyes in the office shifted toward him.

"Alright, I got it." Yu Wensi excitedly hung up the phone, snatched the suit jacket off the back of his chair, and made to walk out. But before he had taken two steps, Chen Haoming grabbed him in a death grip.

"Boss, you can't do this... You can't leave me high and dry like this..." Chen Haoming wore a grave expression, his tone extremely heavy. This current meeting was about negotiating a partnership with several foreign magazine companies, and it was already halfway through; they absolutely could not give up halfway.

"I knew you understood me best." Yu Wensi put on his jacket, straightened his tie, turned around, and patted Chen Haoming's shoulder. "I leave it in your hands."

You've got to be kidding me... Chen Haoming failed to maintain his grip, letting Yu Wensi slip right past him. Offering a couple of words of comfort to the office staff, Chen Haoming scrambled out the door in a panic.

Being Yu Wensi's subordinate was seriously damn difficult! He remembered the last time Yu Wensi had gone AWOL during a crucial meeting. Now, as luck would have it, here he was running away from another major conference...

What kind of madness was this? And it always happened during foreign expansion talks and crucial negotiations! The last time had been three years ago, and today, three years later, he was staging a repeat performance... The final outcome of that incident three years ago had been a total failure because he had fled twice, causing a few old foreign gentlemen to pack up and return home in frustration before he even arrived.

If the result this time turned out the same as the last, Chen Haoming might genuinely consider treason.

"Boss... Boss..." Chen Haoming chased after him in hurried, pattering steps, but he was still a step too late as Yu Wensi stepped into the elevator. Helplessly watching the elevator indicator slowly tick upward, he took a deep breath, made a monumental decision, and headed for the stairs.

Yu Wensi had no idea Chen Haoming was chasing him. Believing he wouldn't make it in time, he had simply abandoned the pursuit midway, opened his car door, and driven away.

By the time Chen Haoming ran down to the lobby, breathless and panting, he realized—damn it—he was a step too late after all...

Grand Regent Hotel.

After getting out of the car, Yu Wensi walked into the lobby with his hands tucked into his pockets, whistling a tune.

"I'm looking for President Ye." Yu Wensi glanced around in all directions, seemingly trying to spot something first.

"I'm sorry, you need an appointment in advance," the front desk receptionist stated bluntly. Yu Wensi paused for a second—oh well~

"Please announce me. My name is Yu Wensi," Yu Wensi said with a rare, good-natured smile and extreme politeness.

"Uh... alright then..." The receptionist hesitated, but seeing that Yu Wensi was impeccably dressed and carried an extraordinary air, she agreed. Besides, in this city, the Yuwen family name probably belonged exclusively to Yuwen Media.

"Our President invites you to go up," the receptionist said, smiling and gesturing toward the elevator after hanging up the phone.

"No need to show me the way, I know it myself." Exceptionally thrilled, Yu Wensi flashed a flirtatious wink at the receptionist. "Thanks a lot."

Before the receptionist could react, Yu Wensi had already dashed off. That height, that back view—he was practically a living, breathing model. Honestly, why were there so many handsome men nowadays, and why didn't a single one of them belong to her?

Rumor had it that Grand Regent Hotel President Ye Fanyu, Yuwen Media President Yu Wensi, and Eurasia President Shen Yanlie were sworn brothers. Furthermore, all of them possessed extraordinary looks and outstanding presence, which proved to be entirely true upon meeting them.

According to rumors, Grand Regent Hotel's President Ye Fanyu was famously calm, but also famously devoted. He had reportedly been divorced, yet loved only one woman in his entire life. That woman had left him a son and a daughter and was currently missing, with several years having passed since. His eldest daughter, Ye Xiaonan, was already five or six years old, but he had remained single ever since.

As for Yu Wensi, he was known as the "Smiling Assassin," yet he was always shrouded in mystery and loved to travel. His lifestyle was fast-paced, his footsteps impossible to track, and the outside world had never once linked him to any romantic scandals, leaving everyone guessing without an answer.

Finally, there was Shen Yanlie, who had been completely elusive for a few years but had remained domestically based recently. Known for his stern expression and reluctance to show facial expressions, he possessed striking features, captivating double-lid phoenix eyes, and slightly upturned eyebrows—a living piece of artwork stepped straight out of a manga. Yet, out of the three men, he was the one who evoked the most sighs and bafflement.

Word had it that he once loved a woman who abandoned him when he needed her most. Later, that woman returned, but he refused to accept her. Afterward, it was rumored that he fell in love with another woman, his heart of steel melting into gentleness for her, though that scandal quietly faded into nothingness shortly after.

Later reports claimed that many people had seen him living in a slightly dilapidated apartment building, where he stayed day after day, year after year. He kept a cat, working at sunrise and returning at sunset, acting precisely like a melancholy prince.

And that residence of his, which everyone whispered about, was the very place he once referred to as "Jurassic Park" before eventually viewing it as his castle... No one ever saw him smile, nor did anyone ever see him leave that place... It was as if he were perpetually waiting for someone to return to his side...

*Dangerous CEO: Woman, You're Arrested - Chapter 145: You Are the White Horse, and You Are Also the City.* Finished updating!