Jiang Zhi guessed Shang Chi's plan—maybe she'd misjudged him.
Deven: Knew her weight in Shang Chi's heart—otherwise, why design a ring for her, a cold man?
Deven: "Shang CEO —send the item now?"
Shang Chi lounged—long legs, cigarette, arm on the sofa—enclosing her, claiming ownership.
No answer—smoke curling, obscuring his eyes, unreadable.
Deven: Sweating, regretting the question.
Deven looked to Jiang Zhi—agent empathy, often pressured by clients.
She hesitated, then spoke. "Want to see?"
Shang Chi: "Want to see?"
Jiang Zhi: "..." Not really—just don't want him to bully people.
Before she spoke, he ordered Deven: "Send to wife."
Deven: Relieved, rushed to fetch.
Returned with a small box—handed to Jiang Zhi. "Mrs. Shang—any changes?"
She opened it—two light gold rings, simple design, diagonal line, initials 'C' (池) and 'Z' (栀).
Crystal light—rings glowed.
Jiang Zhi: Breath caught—initials = his and hers.
Door knocked—FK uniform, curly hair—the "model" from news.
Su Kexing: Stunned by Jiang Zhi, guilty look—then Shang Chi, nervous.
Deven: "Explain to Mrs. Shang—trouble you caused!"
Jiang Zhi: Frowned—felt like a jealous wife, dragged here for proof.
Su Kexing: "Deven was ill—I delivered the ring, no affair!"
Jiang Zhi: Believed—Shang Chi's taste is better than this.
Su Kexing: Flattered him, subtly blamed her for distrust.
Jiang Zhi: About to speak, but Shang Chi grabbed her hand—placed it on his thigh.
He played with her fingers, smiling. "So—what kind of person am I?"
His usual tone, but the smile—chilling.
Su Kexing: Speechless, pressured.
Shang Chi: Waited, then asked Deven.
Deven signaled—Su Kexing begged, "Mrs. Shang—no affair!"
Jiang Zhi: Believed, but disliked her "knowing he's taken yet flirting."
She smiled coldly. "I believe—but… Your employee's attire—too revealing. Or… planning misdeeds?"