Upstairs, in the quiet of his own room, Guiying had asked for dinner to be brought to him instead of the dining hall downstairs.
After a day spent smiling at strangers, negotiating terms, and performing charm he didn't fully feel, he wanted nothing more than silence and his own space. Socializing drained him in a way physical exhaustion never quite matched.
On the bedside table, two folders sat open side by side, one from Yuèxin, one from TongShu. Skepticism still clung to him whenever he looked at the Yuèxin proposal, the trial data was solid enough on paper, though something in him wanted a second opinion before committing his name to it.
Cleaner and more straightforward by contrast, TongShu's offers read as brands he recognized and trusted without needing convincing.
He would wait for Liuxian before deciding anything on Yuèxin. Two heads worked better than one, especially when a wrong call could cost more than money.
