Gu Zixuan arrived at the entrance of Fengyi Company at ten o’clock in the morning.
In sight was a towering silver glass building, with a streamlined design from top to bottom, and a 360-degree transparent sightseeing elevator. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel-fire.net
The façade gave an impression of innate grandeur and majesty.
Gu Zixuan reported her name at the front desk and waited quietly.
She expected it would take a while, but unexpectedly, after only five minutes, a woman in a white LO suit strode over, smiling politely at her, "Hello, Miss Gu, I’m Jiang Yuan, President Feng’s secretary. President Feng is in a quarterly financial report meeting, and I’ve been asked to take you up first."
"Mm." Gu Zixuan rose from the lobby sofa and walked forward with Jiang Yuan.
Even when the reaction around her was quite subtle, she still noticed perceptively.
"Is this President Feng’s private elevator?"
The elevator ascended slowly.
"Uh... yes, it is." Jiang Yuan didn’t know how Gu Zixuan guessed, but tried to speculate, "Miss Gu needn’t mind, President Feng is always courteous to visitors; even Miss Xiao, the daughter of the Director of the Prosecutor’s Office, and Miss Leng, the Yu Cheng Group heiress, took this elevator."
Recalling the chit-chat with Feng Chengjin last night about which socialite heiresses he had been set up with, and hearing these familiar names now, Gu Zixuan immediately twitched her lips, feeling too disordered to speak.
Jiang Yuan completely misunderstood her meaning.
When they arrived at the top-floor reception room, Jiang Yuan was making coffee for her and said, "Miss Gu needn’t mind those heiresses, President Feng keeps his private life very clean; even if he meets them, it’s only for short ten-minute meetings, and they’re sent away afterward."
Gu Zixuan stared at Jiang Yuan, truly wanting to say something.
But in the end, she chose to pick up the coffee instead, sipping silently.
Her consistently gentle and quiet demeanor was taken as acquiescence by Jiang Yuan, so when she spoke her third sentence, "Excuse me, Miss Gu..."
"I’m Gu Qingfeng’s daughter, and I came today to ask President Feng for a loan." Gu Zixuan finally interrupted.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
All of Jiang Yuan’s smiles froze on her face, she paused for three seconds, then immediately said "sorry," and turned swiftly to leave.
Her flustered demeanor amused Gu Zixuan.
She shook her head and began to wait quietly.
Time passed by the minute, but she still didn’t see him come out, thinking that since he was in a quarterly financial report meeting, it shouldn’t be too quick.
Finally, with the clock hands pointing directly at 11:35, Gu Zixuan picked up her handbag, ready to leave.
At the moment she pushed the door open to leave, on the other side, the wooden door of the top-floor meeting room was quickly pushed open from inside by the secretary.
A group of dashing individuals poured out while conversing, with distinguished mannerisms and discussing topics that would make ordinary people look up in admiration.
The man at the center of attention attracted the gaze of everyone.
With a tall figure, dressed in a charcoal suit paired with a black shirt, he exuded an aura of mystery and allure, while a silver Vacheron Constantin skeleton watch on his wrist elevated the aura to a palpable grandeur.
"President Feng, the quarterly dividends approved in today’s meeting are to be paid at USD 0.56 per American Depository Share, and the conference call is scheduled at..."
Assistant Qin Nuo was summarizing the report when Feng Chengjin suddenly halted his steps.
Staring at Gu Zixuan, he uttered, "Report in the afternoon."
Amid the astonishment of all shareholders from the China region behind him, he took long strides over to Gu Zixuan, glanced at where she was coming from, "Why wait here? Come to my office."
He then sidestepped to go ahead and open the door.
This move made the shareholders behind collectively look at Gu Zixuan.
Standing still, Gu Zixuan felt the profound meanings in those gazes, while savoring Feng Chengjin’s gentle tone, feeling as if on pins and needles...