"President." Jasmine Yale spoke, "I don’t really understand much about architecture, could you help arrange a eting with one or two experts in the field so I can talk to them so day?"
"Arrange it yourself."
"I... As you know, I don’t have many connections."
"My ti in Cakago seems to be shorter than yours," Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
"That’s different. I used to be in school, with no exposure to society. Besides, I used to live a life of indulgence, doing nothing productive, not striving to improve."
"What about in the future? Are you planning to continue living indulgently, or will you strive to improve? Hmm?"
"Of course I’ll follow you, help you manage the trivial matters, be at your beck and call, and be a supportive partner."
Indulgent living... it can only be considered a lofty dream of hers, one that seemingly cannot be realized.
"This ti I will arrange it for you, but don’t make it a habit. You must learn to build your own connections and interact with people from different fields. You can ask if there’s anything you don’t understand, but you can’t rely on for everything."
"How can you say I rely on you for everything? Even when I give birth, are you going to help with that too?"
"..."
Jasmine Yale continued eating her rice, though she was arguing with him verbally, she agreed with him internally.
They chatted a bit more about the progress and implentation issues of the project.
In work-related matters, it was mostly Jasmine Yale listening and him talking.
Jasmine Yale listened very attentively, and she particularly loves the way he looks when he’s being serious, very charming.
"This afternoon I’m going to the company for a eting, want to take a nap at my apartnt?" Sylvan Cheney asked, "But don’t catch a cold."
Jasmine Yale looked at him, "Can I sleep on your bed?"
"Why not."
"Has anyone else slept in your bed?"
"No."
"Oh." Jasmine Yale smiled, "When will you probably co back?"
"I’m not sure about that; I’ve been hospitalized recently, and many things at the company have been left undone, so I need to check them out. If I co back late, don’t wait for ."
"Who’s waiting for you; I’ll leave after napping for a bit. Rember to send the project files to my email, I will keep them confidential."
"Sure, send a ssage when you go back."
"Okay." Jasmine Yale nodded, "You seem to trust very much, even though we’ve only known each other for a few months. The amusent park B plan... aren’t you afraid I’ll leak it? If you send the files to , I might sell them to your competitors or report to the Jas Group executives. President, you might not be able to survive in Cakago."
Sylvan Cheney’s expression remained calm, with a deep shine in his eyes.
After a long pause, he slowly said, "I gamble my wealth and life; are you willing to let lose?"
"Have you never thought about the possibility that I, Jasmine Yale, might really be such a ruthless person? President, unconditionally trusting soone doesn’t seem to be your style. In my impression, you’re prepared against everyone."
Sylvan Cheney raised his hand, rubbed his temple.
She was right.
He has always been cautious with people, maintaining a high degree of rationality and insight.
But only with Jasmine Yale did he beco emotional.
He purely believes, he likes her, he feels for her, so she definitely won’t betray him.
Undoubtedly, this conclusion lacks any logical basis and is indefensible.
But he simply believed.
Having believed, having risked everything on this bet, he would unconditionally trust her.
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