After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

As if he hadn’t heard, Shang You smiled politely, “Miss Lin has won, why don’t we talk about a possible collaboration?”

“I don’t care whether we collaborate or not. I won, and all I want is an apology,” Lin Gantang said indifferently, arms folded. “We business people must value integrity, right, Mr. Shang?”

Shang You turned to look at Shang Hui. Understanding the expectation, Shang Hui, with a grimace, choked out an uncomfortable, “Sorry.”

“I heard you, but my brother didn’t. Could you trouble yourself to repeat that in front of him?” Lin Gantang tilted her chin in the direction of Lin Zhaonan’s car.

Shang Hui clenched his teeth and remained still.

Shang You spoke up, “Miss Lin…”

“Is Manager Shang going to speak on behalf of his brother again?” Lin Gantang interrupted.

Shang You, who was pinpointed correctly, covered his reaction with a smile: “How could that be? He must fulfill the promises he made himself.”

After speaking, he glanced at Shang Hui.

Shang Hui seemed to take his words to heart; despite his clear reluctance, he still headed towards Lin Zhaonan’s side.

Once he had left, Shang You’s gaze returned to Lin Gantang. It was clear to the onlookers that he was quite intrigued, “Miss Lin, may I have the honor of getting your contact information?”

“Probably not,” Lin Gantang immediately refused as soon as she spoke.

Shang You, who must have grown accustomed to tactful refusals, was momentarily taken aback by such direct rejection. He did not give up, maintaining his smile: “Miss Lin really knows how to joke.”

“What do you want my contact for?” Lin Gantang asked. “If it’s for work, talk to my brother. I’m of no use.”

“The race with Miss Lin just now was extremely thrilling,” Shang You gave a reason. “I was hoping that in the future, I could have the opportunity to exchange thoughts on racing with you.”

“Is that so?” Lin Gantang looked at him.

Shang You nodded, “Of course. Shang Hui is not a bad racer, but I hadn’t expected you to be even more formidable.”

“There are always mountains beyond mountains, and experts beyond experts. My skills aren’t much when out in the world; there really isn’t much for me to share,” she replied.

Shang You persisted, “But among my friends, there are few as skilled as you, Miss Lin.”

Lin Gantang’s gaze became especially serious, “So you truly just want to find someone to discuss racing techniques with?”

“Yes, Miss Lin need not be so guarded against me,” Shang You revealed a gentlemanly smile, pulling out his phone. “Could I know your number?”

Lin Gantang pondered for a moment, fiddled with the pearls on her bracelet, and glanced at her brother.

Having stepped out of the car and facing Shang Hui, Lin Zhaonan seemed to sense something and looked her way, puzzled: Why are you looking at me?

Lin Gantang withdrew her gaze, muttering internally that her brother probably wouldn’t do. He had already been in contact with Shang You, so surely Shang You already had his number.

“May I know what Miss Lin is thinking?” Shang You looked at her.

“Oh, could I use your phone to enter my WeChat ID?” Lin Gantang smiled.

Without hesitation, Shang You handed over the phone. Lin Gantang entered her information and searched, sent a friend request, waited a bit, then returned the phone to him.

Shang You took it back, checked, and seeing no new friend added, asked, “Aren’t you going to approve it now?”

Lin Gantang’s reason came readily, “My phone is in my brother’s car right now. I’ll do it later.”

Shang You nodded and put away his phone.

Through the conversation, Song Jinwen had been looking in Lin Zhaonan’s direction. Taking the opportunity while Lin Gantang was talking with his cousin, she took a step, intending to walk towards Lin Zhaonan.

Seeing that Shang You was satisfied, Lin Gantang raised her eyebrows, then turned and followed Song Jinwen, leisurely trailing behind her without speaking. When Song Jinwen turned around, Lin Gantang looked at her with an almost-smiling expression.