Like everyone else, Zhong Qiaohui called out in surprise, "Your bag?"
Gu Nuan only knew it was a designer bag, but now, with the young lady mentioning it, it seemed like the bag was much more than that.
Indeed, Zhong Qiaohui’s eyes were shockingly measuring Gu Nuan’s face, "This bag, there are only five in the whole world. I had it on order for ages and still couldn’t get one."
Gu Nuan was completely speechless about the guy at home.
Having a husband who’s rich to the point of bursting, it seems how did it go—
Apparently, asking Gu Nuan directly how she could possess one of the only five bags in the world would somewhat compromise her own status, so Zhong Qiaohui chose not to inquire further.
At that moment, a thought struck Gu Nuan, and after figuring out what the code might be, she twisted to the right numbers, and sure enough, the lock clicked open.
As she unzipped it and rummaged through the contents, Gu Nuan flipped through, relieved that the Mister White at home seemed not to have had enough time to buy her new clothes, so he’d stuffed in her old ones.
Even so, Gu Nuan’s rather shabby old clothes undeniably contrasted sharply with the flashy bag on the outside.
Zhong Qiaohui’s eyes were nearly bulging out of her head.
Gu Nuan thought thankfully that since the young miss had begun by telling her not to speak to the other person, otherwise she wouldn’t even know how to explain herself. Chapters fırst released on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁
Taking a few pieces of clothing, Gu Nuan walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
It seemed her phone had rung once while she was bathing.
After stepping out of the bathroom, Gu Nuan picked up the phone that seemed to have rung, which was on the table.
She had thought it was from Mister White, but it turned out to be a text from Chen Jiaming asking her to come up to the third floor.
Gu Nuan turned her head and saw that Zhong Qiaohui had already gone to bed.
What did Chen Jiaming want her to do on the third floor?
If she didn’t go, it certainly wouldn’t be okay. Because now Chen Jiaming was her boss, and without a good reason, she couldn’t just refuse the commands given by her boss.
Gu Nuan changed into a formal suit and blouse, tidied herself up, and left the guest room with her room card in hand.
When the elevator reached the third floor, the restaurant was mostly closed, except for the jazz bar at the very back, emitting a faint blue glow, accommodating those sleepless guests in the hotel.
Gu Nuan, basically just out of school and new to the world, had never been to such a place.
The dim lighting in the bar wasn’t to her liking, making her feel drowsy and almost disconnected from her thoughts.
The notes of jazz music flowed through the air, exuding a lazy, luxurious scent.
Unable to help herself, Gu Nuan held her breath and hurried a few steps, weaving through a few of the bar tables.
Most of the men sitting at the bar drinking were men, including some who were drunk. When they saw a woman’s silhouette passing by, they all turned their heads to look.
Following the others, Chen Jiaming turned and saw her approaching figure.
To be honest, Gu Nuan really looked ordinary, with only delicate features but nothing strikingly beautiful. It was only her eyes that were cold, like the chill of an ice spring, imbibed with a celestial air.
Chen Jiaming thought, maybe it was this that made him decide to keep this woman.
Gu Nuan raised her head and spotted him, quickening her pace to approach, questioning, "Director Chen, did you need me for something?"
"You—" Chen Jiaming pointed at her with a finger, clearly having drunk a few glasses and a bit tipsy, saying, "Take care of Manager Wu."
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