Man, what's wrong with you?

As Jeremy looked at the door that had been slammed shut, he grew furious. He decided to take it out on Jessie.
"Who allowed you to come here?" The cold look on Jeremy's face made Jessie's heart shiver in fear. Swallowing hard, she
stammered, "It's just that I haven't seen you in days. Every time I come here, you're always so busy. I just wanted to see you..."
Jeremy's shirt was still disheveled so Jessie approached him to help him straighten out his shirt, biting her lips in anxiousness. In
response, Jeremy harshly clutched her hand.
"From now on, you stay away from me!" With that, Jeremy slapped her hand away as he went to his desk.
Jessie had always found Jeremy hard to read. He wasn't really the type to submit to women. She knew if she continued to be
aggressive, Jeremy would just push her away.
"Got it," she murmured.
As she was about to leave, she heard a voice from behind. "It's almost dinner time. What do you want to eat?"
She turned around and looked at him excitedly. He was still sitting at his desk, perusing through some documents. It seemed that
even though he still had a lot of work to do, he wasn't angry anymore much to her relief. Still, she couldn't forget how scary he
had just been a moment ago.
Jeremy still seemed preoccupied by the documents that Sherry had sent. After reading through the draft of her advertising plan,
he couldn't help but sigh. It looked like he had underestimated Sherry.
She had just been hiding her true capabilities all this time.
At this point, Jeremy wasn't even paying attention to Jessie anymore. He concentrated on the documents, reading every word
carefully. After all, Sherry had worked hard on this.
After Sherry lingered in the bathroom for a while, she finally left the Ou Group building.
As usual, Sherry looked elegant as ever. She hailed a taxi by the roadside and as soon as she got inside, her phone started
ringing.
She checked her phone only to find that it was Steve who was calling her.
She always became a little irked whenever she saw or talked to anyone who was related to Jeremy.

However, she knew she couldn't just ignore the call since Steve was a client of the SZ Advertising Company. She couldn't afford
to compromise her work as she didn't want Langston to treat her any worse than he already was.
Inhaling a deep breath, she put the phone against her ear as she answered, "Hello, Mr. Song."
"Hello, Miss Xu," Steve replied calmly, trying to restrain his excitement. "I wanted to talk to you about the details of the
advertising plan."
When Sherry glanced at her phone, she wondered to herself, 'I thought someone else is in charge of this now? Didn't Langston
talk to Steve?'
"I'm sorry. Director Langston has already asked my other colleagues to take over the case," Sherry said politely.
Steve knowingly grinned to himself as he responded, "Well, I told Langston I didn't want that. It may have been his decision but
by doing that, he broke our contract."
Sherry let out a sigh. She recalled that Steve didn't specify that she had to take this job.
"Okay, tell me the time and place." Sherry intended to discuss this with Langston on what their course of action should be.
However, what she didn't expect was that Steve would want to meet right away. "Let's meet at the restaurant near the SZ
Advertising Company in half an hour!"
It was obvious what Steve's intentions were. Needless to say, Sherry was annoyed. Trying her best to restrain her anger, she
coldly answered, "Okay, I'll be there."
About half an hour later, she arrived at the office. It didn't take long for her to find the restaurant.
Steve had reserved a table for them by the window where they could enjoy the view.
That day, the sun was shining brightly. Steve stood by the window, carefully looking outside. He had just spotted Sherry walking
on the sidewalk about to head inside the restaurant.
His lips curved into a smirk. He was glad that he could use work as an excuse to see her. This was way better than having to rely
on Jeremy.
Jeremy didn't even want to tell him anything about Sherry. What kind of friend was he?

It was hot outside. After getting out of the taxi, Sherry was immediately drenched in sweat even though she'd only walked for a
while. She felt rejuvenated as soon as the cool wind hit her upon entering the restaurant.
"Mr. Song," Sherry greeted politely as she put on a smile.
Steve merely nodded and pointed to the chair, "Have a seat, please."
As soon as she sat down, the waiter served her a glass of ice cold juice.
"It's hot outside. Have a drink." Looking at her expectantly, Steve couldn't help smiling.
Sherry caught a whiff of a strange smell as soon as the drink was served. When she leaned forward to get a better look of the
drink, she realized that it was sago with mango and durian. In surprise, she exclaimed,
"Durian sago!" "Yes, it's durian sago. Do you like that?" Steve asked tentatively.
Frowning, Sherry thought to herself, 'I hate durian!
He even ordered durian for me! Was he doing this on purpose? Was it because Langston assigned another person for his case?'
"I'm fine. It's not that hot. I'm not thirsty," Sherry politely refused.
Displeased, Steve said, "I ordered it especially for you. How could you refuse? It's good if you try it. This is quite famous here.
You should have a taste at least."
Sherry waved her hand in embarrassment. "No, I really don't want to drink it."
Looking at Sherry's knitted eyebrows, Steve wondered if she felt embarrassed. Was he being too enthusiastic?
Getting annoyed, he barked, "Don't give me that look. I ordered this especially for you!"
His tone was a little harsh as if he was leaving no room for Sherry to refuse.
Sherry was at a loss for words. To her, she didn't do anything wrong but why was he making such a fuss about this?
She had no choice but to at least have a sip of the drink.
After Sherry took a sip, Steve smiled in satisfaction and asked, "So? How do you like it? It's delicious, right?"

She couldn't even stand the smell!
She had to force herself to swallow the tiny sip that she took. She felt like vomiting after!
Sherry's face was a little pale now and there wasn't a glass of water on the table. She wanted to rinse her mouth of the awful
taste so bad and she was having a difficult time resisting the impulse to barf.
Steve didn't even notice her discomfort.
"Mr. Song, why don't we get to work?" Sherry had asked one of the staff to bring her the documents on Steve's project from her
office. She then took out a folder out of her bag and placed the glass of durian sago aside.
Soon, the table was scattered with documents. After a casual exchange of niceties, the waiter suddenly arrived with the food.
"Excuse me, sir, should I be serving the food now?" the waiter asked as he looked at Steve.
Steve didn't even seem interested in the work they were supposed to do. He nodded and turned to Sherry. "Work is important but
so is lunch. Let's discuss work after eating, shall we?"
Having had the durian sago had already soured her appetite as the taste was still lingering in her mouth.
She meant to wrap up their meeting right away but since eating some food would help her rinse her mouth of the durian taste,
she agreed.
To her surprise, one of the dishes was chicken stewed in durian shells. To make things worse, Steve kept adding more food to
her plate. Adding to her misery was the durian mousse that was served for dessert.
"The chefs here are very talented. All their dishes are unique. You're definitely going to like this!" Steve said with much
confidence.
Sherry wasn't exactly picky with her food—she just really hated it when her food smelled strange. She couldn't understand why
Steve was insisting on having such exotic food for lunch. Didn't he know women? How many women liked durian?
In the end, she had no choice but to eat the food that Steve had ordered. This was probably the most difficult meal she'd ever
had.

Sherry couldn't help herself from grimacing. She still felt like vomiting. If this wasn't for work, she would've straight up walked out
on Steve.
They only started working when they had finished their meal.
"Oh, I'm celebrating my birthday in a few days. You should come to my birthday party if you're free," Steve said with a smile as
he eyed Sherry.
They were in the middle of discussing work when Steve brought up his birthday.
"I don't think that's a good idea..." Steve seemed oblivious to Sherry's obvious discomfort. "I don't think there's anything wrong
with you attending my birthday party. After all, we're working together now. It would be better for our relationship if we establish
more rapport each other."
Sherry fell into a deep thought as she looked at all the documents laid out on the table. The Song Group was definitely a
powerhouse in the industry. It would definitely benefit them if they kept the Song Group as their client.
She didn't mind sacrificing a bit if it meant good things for her career.
"We have a lot of opportunities to work together again in the future. If you attend my birthday party to represent the SZ
Advertising Company, I'm sure Chester's going to be pleased with you," Steve added upon noticing Sherry's hesitation.
His persuasion finally worked. After a pause, Sherry nodded. "Okay, I'll be there."
"Finally," Steve said. "Miss Xu, would you like to go as my female companion then?"
Steve gave Sherry another huge headache.
"Be my female companion, okay?" Steve widened his smile as he felt as if Sherry had no reason to refuse him.
He was that kind of person. He was the heir of the Song Group which meant that he was rich. In addition to that, he was
attractive and well-mannered.
He was confident that he could win Sherry's heart.
"No, I don't think that's good idea. You're the heir of the Song Group and I'm just a manager at the advertising department of the
SZ Advertising Company. I think it's better if I just attend your birthday party as a representative of my company," Sherry
explained.

She just simply wasn't interested in spending more time with Steve. If it wasn't for work, she wouldn't even be here in the first
place.
Steve just reminded her too much of Jeremy. She recalled that Jeremy had the intention of handing her over to Steve.