The director took out his phone and, upon seeing the caller, couldn’t hide his delight.
As if seeing a savior.
He said to Rong Cheng, "Director Rong, I need to take this call outside, excuse me."
On any other day, the director would surely speak politely.
And then have someone next to him entertain.
But today was clearly different.
Without waiting for Rong Cheng to speak, the director promptly opened the door to the private room and went out.
Not only Jiang Ruan was fed up with Rong Cheng, but so was the director.
He had never met such an arrogant and pompous old man.
Jiang Ruan hadn’t provoked him at all.
Why did he have to be so aggressive?
Wasn’t it just sheer idleness?
The door closed behind him, and Rong Cheng’s face immediately looked even uglier.
This was clearly not seeing him, Rong Cheng, as significant!
The atmosphere in the room was colder than cold.
Rong Cheng sat in the main seat.
But no one paid him any mind.
Jiang Ruan forced the tears back down into her eyes, sitting there with her fists clenched so tightly they creaked.
She even considered leaving directly.
But something still felt off; there was no grievance or enmity, Rong Cheng had no reason to target her .
Jiang Ruan thought of a possibility.
She glanced casually around the room, just happening to catch Rong Cheng and Li Xin exchanging looks, with Li Xin smiling brightly, though she quickly turned her head away.
Still, Jiang Ruan caught it with her sharp eyes.
Jiang Ruan was so furious her chest tightened, wishing she could strangle this woman right there. At this point, what was there not to understand?
Bai Yi whispered comfortingly, "Don’t get upset, it’s not worth it with people like that."
Bai Yi asked her, "Did you really never meet him before this?"
Jiang Ruan said, "No."
Then there could only be one possibility: this old man must be out of his mind.
Surely he had some issue, otherwise why single out Jiang Ruan?
His words were so harsh, he had no manners.
Such a person, how did he even become a director?
Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open.
The director’s polite and apologetic laughter could be heard, filled with respect in his tone: "Mayor Zou, Mr. Bao, please come in."
At these words, everyone turned to look.
First to catch the eye was a young man with a noble, sharp face, followed by his tall and slender figure in a full black suit, which made him look cold and ruthless.
His black eyes were deep, like black holes revealing no true emotion.
Wearing black leather shoes, one hand in his pocket, he radiated the aura of a dominant CEO on top.
His presence was absolutely unmatched.
Just standing there, he became the most striking view.
Everyone in the room recognized this face.
He was on the news every day.
He was trending even more often.
As if living there rent-free.
In reality, he actually didn’t need to pay.
After all, he was the current president of the Bao Group, the first family in Beijing, Bao Ye.
The wealth he held was immense, and his appearance was beyond words.
Everything about him was closely followed by the media.
Upon seeing him, the eyes of the women in the room went straight.
Oh my, Bao Ye is way too handsome.
Simply put, he eclipses half of the male celebrities in the entertainment industry.
Tall, lean, and handsome.
With those long legs and narrow waist.
The female artists stared, feeling like they might start drooling, staring at him intently.
The president of the Bao Group, the richest man in Beijing, wow.
If someone could catch his eye, they’d be Mrs. Bao of the Group, and never worry about food or clothing in their lifetime.
Just thinking about it was happy.
And upon seeing him, Jiang Ruan’s eyes widened in surprise and shock.
She even thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Before they could react, the previously stern-faced Rong Cheng instantly turned enthusiastic, getting up to greet him.
His change of demeanor was faster than flipping a book.
"Mr. Bao, Mayor Zou, what brings you here too?"
"Meeting you here, what a pleasure indeed."
Bao Ye walked in front.
Rong Cheng reached out to shake Bao Ye’s hand first.
However, the man with a cold and noble face only gave him a slight glance, not moving the hand in his pocket at all.
Not to mention shaking hands...