He laughed and waved his hands dismissively, saying things like, "Oh, it was nothing," but the smug look on his face was impossible to hide.
When someone praised his extensive network, he'd say, "It's all thanks to my friends." When someone said he had a keen eye, he'd reply, "I just got lucky."
But the pride in his tone was undeniable. Every word he spoke seemed to redefine his past.
It was all just cringey, empty nonsense.
These words were so far from the truth, yet he said them as if they were a matter of course.
No one brought up how he used to belittle Shanshan, how he had publicly declared she wasn't good enough.
And no one asked why he had refused to even mention her name before, yet now acted as if she were the hero of the hour.
Shanshan sneered and turned to leave.
She tucked the trophy under her arm, her steps crisp and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.
Her high heels made a sharp CLACK on the floor, each step like a beat against the heart.
