Ji Nian had just sent her message.
At the same time, downstairs at Weilan Technology, a formally dressed team specially dispatched from headquarters had arrived.
The person in charge of receiving them was Weilan’s current general manager, surnamed Huang.
"Hello, Manager Huang."
He was a slightly plump man in his thirties with a kind face. Yang Huayu had reviewed his profile earlier—his competence was decent.
Since they’d be working closely with him going forward, she hoped he wouldn’t be too difficult to handle.
Yang Huayu, the team leader, shook hands with him, and the group was ushered inside.
"No additional arrangements are necessary. Has the Chen delegation arrived? Is the meeting scheduled? We’d like to quickly assess the current situation."
Manager Huang smiled. "The Chen representatives haven’t arrived yet. The meeting is set for 12:30."
"Have you all eaten yet? I’ve asked my assistant to reserve a table at Xianrenwei."
Someone frowned—12:30 was an inconvenient time.
Another person asked directly, "Why so late? Wouldn’t 10:00 work?"
Manager Huang stepped into the elevator and chuckled. "10:00 isn’t possible."
"Because Miss Ji hasn’t finished school yet."
So it wasn’t just for show—they were actually letting a child participate.
A few exchanged glances, their opinion of the round-faced Manager Huang shifting. This guy really knew how to butter up the higher-ups.
Even a kid wasn’t spared.
At this point, none of them took Ji Nian seriously. Some even silently prayed that the heiress of the Ji family wouldn’t drag them down.
The corporate world was full of clueless, meddling nepotism hires, but their Miss Ji was on another level—she was only fourteen!
A girl who might not even have started her period yet. What was the big boss thinking? This wasn’t some novel.
"Ji Nian won’t be joining us for lunch," Shen Qingtang said to He Xiang and Lu Jinghuai.
"She’s going to a company meeting."
He Xiang: "That’s such a niche sentence."
But he wasn’t particularly surprised.
This was Ji Nian, after all. A middle schooler skipping lunch to attend a corporate meeting? So what?
Lu Jinghuai nodded in acknowledgment. Since Ji Nian wasn’t around, he lost his appetite and turned to leave with his laptop.
Might as well borrow the activity room key from the teacher.
There was still a lot to handle regarding the collaboration with Ji Nian, and he needed to sync up with the team his father had assigned him.
The price that had made Ji Nian suddenly reconsider—she still hadn’t agreed outright, asking for more time to think.
At the thought, the corners of Lu Jinghuai’s lips curled, his eyes glinting with a faint, mesmerizing amusement that left a few passing students dazed. It wasn’t until he walked away that they snapped out of it.
"Did studying fry my brain? I think I just saw an angel…"
"Same. Speaking of angels, do you have—"
Another girl nudged her. "If the underclassmen hear this, they’ll think Hainuo is some shady school."
"Sigh, I really hope that junior gets picked for the week-long exchange program."
Ji Nian ate lunch in the company car. The half-hour drive from school to Weilan was enough for a quick meal.
"Slow down, drink some water."
Wei Yang watched her, occasionally helping finish the shredded carrots she’d picked out. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel[f]ire.net
"Couldn’t they schedule it after school? This is too rushed."
He felt a pang of sympathy seeing the girl wolfing down her food.
Ji Nian’s arrival was conspicuous. She rarely visited the company, and now she showed up in her school uniform, her striking face drawing curious glances. Everyone wondered whose daughter she was.
Only the receptionist, who’d been briefed in advance, recognized her. Clicking over in her heels, she greeted, "Miss Ji."
With Wei Yang towering behind her, Ji Nian seemed even smaller, but her demeanor was composed. When her gaze swept over, the receptionist felt like she was locking eyes with an adult.
Manager Huang had intended to personally escort her, but with the headquarters team to handle, Ji Nian insisted she could make her own way up.
Inside the private elevator, the receptionist stole glances at the girl through the reflective walls.
Her dark, wavy hair was tied to one side with a ribbon. The tailored navy-blue school blazer had a silk bow pinned with an emerald brooch.
Black hair, green eyes—even at her age, her bone structure was striking. She stood with an unshakable poise, devoid of the flightiness typical of children.
Is this how rich kids are raised?
The receptionist sighed wistfully.
When the elevator reached the designated floor, Manager Huang and his assistant were already waiting.
Even if Ji Nian had said not to bother, they couldn’t just let the young mistress hunt them down.
Just as the doors were closing, Ji Nian turned to the receptionist. "Switch to flats."
Caught off guard, the receptionist stammered, "But company policy—"
Ji Nian smiled and glanced at Manager Huang.
He had no objections. Company policy? The company belonged to the Ji family.
"Listen to the young lady. Pass it down—no more high heels."
As the adults surrounded Ji Nian and led her away, the receptionist flexed her feet, glancing at her bloodied heels.
When Ji Nian entered the meeting room, everyone stood.
The first to greet her wasn’t the Ji Group’s headquarters team but the Chen delegation.
Few knew about Chen Mo’s ties to Ji Nian. The headquarters team had only been briefed before departure—likely to prevent clashes with the Chen representatives.
An old acquaintance. Ji Nian had known him for years.
The sight of a schoolgirl shaking hands with suited executives gave the headquarters team cognitive whiplash.
"Miss Ji, I’m Yang Huayu. I’m—"
Before she could finish, Ji Nian cut in, "Manager Yang, I’ve reviewed your profile."
"Impressive credentials."
She then proceeded to name the roles of everyone behind Yang Huayu.
A fourteen-year-old face speaking like a seasoned professional.
But this was just the beginning. Once seated, the Chen delegation—already familiar with Ji Nian’s style—dove right in. Manager Huang’s team kept pace effortlessly.
The discussion was rapid, straight to the point. The most jarring part? The youngest person in the room not only kept up but occasionally steered the conversation, dictating its rhythm and direction.
The headquarters team was momentarily stunned.
Yang Huayu recovered fastest. She knew falling behind now would sideline her later, so she quickly joined the fray.
The arrogance they had when they first arrived was somewhat shattered, and without another thought, they hurried to follow.