Chapter Forty-Nine: Perhaps Leave Everything to Time

Pei Susu’s voice was like the tinkling of a mountain stream—clear, melodious, and inherently logical, never grating on the ear. At first, a few employees seemed reluctant to listen, but they soon found themselves absorbed in her explanation.

She laid out all the ideas she had just been pondering, then turned to the team below with a bright, inviting smile. “The situation is what it is. Are you all willing to let me give it a try?” Perhaps it was because they truly had nowhere else to turn, or maybe because Pei Susu spoke with such conviction that it was impossible to doubt her sincerity, but hesitation flickered across their faces.

“We’ve actually considered everything you mentioned,” one of them admitted, “but the main issue now is that the client refuses to communicate with us. Ti Group’s entry into China represents endless opportunities, and just as many people outside are waiting for a chance to work with them instead of us.”

Pei Susu had already thought of a possible solution, though she wasn’t entirely confident. She composed herself and continued, “In any case, I’ll find a way. You don’t need to worry about that. All I’m asking for is this opportunity. I hope you can trust me.”

At her words, they all nodded.

“Since Miss Pei has put it this way, if we don’t give you a chance, it would make us seem petty,” one of the more senior staff remarked.

Pei Susu’s professionalism was beyond question. Any initial underestimation due to her youth had now melted away. Given the circumstances, what harm could there be in letting her try?

Seeing that the senior staff had agreed, with only one or two reluctant but ultimately acquiescent members, Pei Susu knew she had won them over. If she succeeded, her name would certainly top the list of contributors—a possibility some found hard to accept, and the very thing Mo Qingyu had worried about from the start. Now, those concerns had all been resolved.

Pei Susu rose, her eyes sparkling with a gentle smile. “Then I look forward to working happily with all of you in the days to come. And let’s hope this project proceeds smoothly.”

…

Mo Qingyu walked out of the meeting room alongside Pei Susu. Once she was sure no one else was following, she couldn’t help but laugh. “I didn’t expect you to be so capable. The moment you spoke, you persuaded them all.”

She’d thought that convincing the team would be the hardest part, yet it had been resolved so easily.

“Speak to reason, appeal to emotion—that’s all,” Pei Susu replied.

To her, though, that wasn’t the most important part. The crucial challenge now was how to approach and get to know the head of Ti Group.

As she stepped out of the building, she saw a familiar car parked at the entrance—a flashy vehicle with a memorable license plate that drew the attention of many employees. Pei Susu blushed, hurried over, and slipped into the car.

“Xiaocheng, what brings you here?” she asked.

The man inside wore a suit, with traces of confetti still tangled in his hair—no doubt fresh from some ribbon-cutting ceremony. Pei Susu couldn’t help but laugh, reaching out to remove the colorful strands. “Look at you.”

Fortunately, he hadn’t gotten out of the car, so no one else had seen Fu Zhichen in such a state. Meeting his eyes, Pei Susu leaned forward and quickly kissed his forehead.

Fu Zhichen was momentarily stunned; then his deep eyes softened, bright with delight. Pei Susu was rarely so affectionate in public.

“Did things go smoothly today?” he asked.

Business hadn’t exactly gone smoothly, but for some reason, Fu Zhichen seemed especially…adorable today? The thought made Pei Susu shiver at her own sentimentality.

“I just happened to be in the area, so I came to pick you up,” he said.

Hearing this, the driver in front shook his head, unable to resist correcting him. “Miss Pei, President Fu came here just to pick you up. He drove all the way from the southern part of the city.”

Pei Susu had suspected as much, but she hadn’t realized he’d come so far—it was at least an hour’s drive. Seeing the flicker of concern in her eyes, Fu Zhichen reached out, his warm fingertips gently massaging the back of her hand.

“It’s nothing. Picking you up isn’t a waste of time.”

“With this time, you’d be better off resting. It’s not as if I don’t have anyone to give me a ride,” Pei Susu chided softly. “If you do this again, even if you come, I won’t get in your car.”

After that, the two fell silent, each attending to their own work in the car.

Pei Susu’s plan was simple: since the Ti Group’s executive refused to engage with anyone from the Mo Corporation, it was time to approach him under a different identity. Her face was unfamiliar to him; this idea was bound to work.

It didn’t take her long to find a suitable company that had dealings with Ti Group. As long as she posed as one of their employees, she’d have a chance to talk to the executive.

“If you need any help, just let me know,” Fu Zhichen said suddenly from beside her.

Pei Susu was momentarily surprised, noticing how gently he stroked her brow—she hadn’t even realized she’d been frowning while deep in thought.

But she quickly shook her head, her expression confident. “I’ve already thought of a solution.”

Since she’d dared to take on this responsibility, she couldn’t rely on Fu Zhichen for everything.

“I believe in you,” he replied, gazing into her eyes. “I just want you to know that, no matter what, I’ll always be here for you.”

He had always been just that.

Pei Susu wrapped her arms around his waist, sinking into his embrace. “I know, Xiaocheng.”

Yet, after a failed marriage, Pei Susu knew she could never fully trust another person, nor could she bare her back to anyone without reservation. Perhaps it wasn’t fair, but wounds like hers didn’t heal so easily.

Maybe only time could mend it all.

…

Night fell, and the city lights began to shine. Pei Susu, wearing soft lambskin heels and a pair of clear-lensed glasses perched on her nose, looked every inch the capable, poised professional—a world apart from her usual self.

An international outsourcing company that often collaborated with Ti was holding its anniversary gala that evening. It had taken all of Pei Susu’s connections just to secure an invitation.

Inside the venue, she didn’t rush to seek out the company’s management. Ti was the hottest name in the current project, and there were undoubtedly many people hoping to glean information. If she approached directly, she was unlikely to get what she wanted.