The sudden appearance of the face surprised everyone in the room.
The visitor was dressed simply, wearing glasses.
The scholarly appearance was not unusual, but what was strange was the Parker pen clipped in his chest pocket.
It was Qi Miao, the chief editor of "Economic Vision" magazine!
When he worked at the financial center on Wall Street in the United States, he was offered a high salary to return to the country.
As the low and noisy chatter filled the room.
Gu Zixuan’s face tightened, and she said to Qi Miao, "Let’s go."
The figure departed, standing close to Zhou Xiao was a wealthy heiress who frowned hard, "This ’Economic Vision’ is the number one magazine in terms of sales in Asia, and it’s a financial investment indicator for various industries, Chief Editor Qi never invites anyone to co-write a column, what’s his relation with Gu Zixuan!"
"How the hell should I know!" Zhou Xiao was publicly embarrassed, feeling the gazes coming from the whole room.
Her cheeks flushed, her words were spoken in annoyance.
Gu Zixuan was invited into a side door of the club, walking along the long marble floor.
Her brows were slightly furrowed the entire time.
Although the other party had saved her at her most awkward moment.
But how did the other party know she wrote columns for "Economic Vision"? She indeed had written, but always anonymously, and she’d never interacted with Qi Miao.
Moreover, he said, "Boss?"
Qi Miao led her all the way to a carved red oak door, then made a welcoming gesture with a smile.
"Please, Miss Gu, my boss is waiting for you."
Gu Zixuan’s heart trembled as she slowly pushed the door open.
By the window, a tall figure in navy blue stood facing the window, his shoulders broad and waist slim.
The light from above cast a radiant glow along his clean short hair down his back.
"Mr. Feng?" Gu Zixuan whispered.
A few minutes later, in a private lounge, at opposite ends of the white single sofas, Feng Chengjin and Gu Zixuan sat separately.
In front, a fruit platter and desserts had already been placed by the server, with red wine poured as well.
Gu Zixuan looked at him and suddenly laughed.
Her sidelong glance was enchanting, matched with a snow-white form-fitting long dress, like a white rose blooming at night.
Feng Chengjin curved his lips, "What are you laughing at?" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel·fıre·net
"I realized you are kind of..." Gu Zixuan didn’t finish her sentence.
Feng Chengjin knew she already understood what happened earlier that morning, and his grin deepened, "A bit too meddlesome?"
"Not at all, Mr. Feng helped me twice, I should thank you, but the way you do it is just..." This time, she didn’t hesitate and said with a smile, "A bit naughty."
The drawn-out tone carried a soft teasing.
"Pfft." Feng Chengjin was stunned, unable to hold back, laughing out loud.
His shoulders shaking joyfully, not to mention his handsome face looking even more captivating against the navy blue suit and white shirt.
He shook his head, "I really shouldn’t have helped you, helping someone and then being called naughty, this is a first for me."
Gu Zixuan pursed her lips, looking down, "It’s also my first time seeing someone as petty as you."
In an instant, the atmosphere relaxed.
The awful memory of their first blind date years ago seemed to dissipate with that laugh.
Feng Chengjin hooked his lips and raised his glass to her.
Gu Zixuan paused slightly, picked up the red wine in front of her, and clinked it boldly.
Sipping lightly, the violin music permeating the room calmed her completely.
Thinking about the earlier confusion, Gu Zixuan asked, "Are you the owner of ’Economic Vision’ magazine?"
"No, I’m just quite familiar with Qi Miao and asked him to help you out of the predicament."