When she had heard her father speak of him in the past, she only knew he was young, but seeing him in person today, she realized just how young he truly was. She had assumed that anyone capable of making a name for themselves in the political arena must be a person weathered by time, perhaps even appearing a bit world-weary. Yet, the Shen Ye before her had clean, sharp facial features, deep and composed eyes, and a look of extraordinary, handsome poise. His posture was as straight as a pine, and the formal attire he wore did not make him look old; rather, it accentuated his vitality and high-spirited nature, radiating a unique charm.
Shen Ye was no fool, and he naturally understood what Provincial Governor Li was implying. He smiled and said, "Uncle Li, I’ll have to pass on sharing contact information. I’m a man with a fiancée, and I can’t do whatever I please—I have to consider her feelings. Here, Han Fei, you should hurry up and give Miss Li your phone number and WeChat."
As soon as these words were spoken, the relaxed atmosphere of the dinner table vanished, replaced by an instant, deathly silence. The air seemed to freeze. Everyone was stunned, their gazes darting between Shen Ye and Provincial Governor Li, as if struggling to digest this sudden turn of events. Even Han Fei, usually steady and composed, navigating official and social circles with ease, was left dumbfounded. His eyes were filled with shock and confusion; he clearly hadn't expected Shen Ye to reject the P…
Chapter 220