The strange feeling from before began to pervade again, stirring inside him.
Following the sound of high heels, the woman finally approached the door. The bodyguard opened it, and there appeared a woman wearing a silver knee-length dress, draped with a suit coat over her shoulders and carrying a Hermès crocodile skin handbag. In every move she made, an innate nobility was carried with her.
Indeed, it was nobility.
Some people are simply born fortunate, swaddled in luxury from childhood, their fingers untainted by the simplest waters, delicate as the pea princess.
Others, however, are born in shadowy corners, tirelessly toiling for a living, and when confronted with the pea princess, seem tiny and humble like dust.
But there are those who refuse to be mediocre, who dream of turning the tides against the wind, who have their own intense ambitions for money, power, and even women.
Wen Yu just watched the person who entered, his gaze unwavering.
Because she was exceedingly familiar, that same person he had met at the KTV.
Yes, the visitor was none other than Ruan Yiyi.
Only, this was something Wen Yu had never anticipated.
He had not expected her to appear here, in such a manner before his eyes, nor had he foreseen that it was his research in artificial intelligence she was interested in investing in.
Though he wasn’t short of early clients, the 80 million.
"Heh, what a rare guest, please have a seat, Miss Ruan,"
Jiang Cheng gestured with his hand.
As Ruan Yiyi walked in, her gaze quickly fell on the person sitting on the sofa across. After all, the sight of the Ghost Face Mask had caught her off guard and made her look twice.
Can’t this person show his face?
Ruan Yiyi sat down, elegantly crossing her legs, placing her bag beside her. With an outstretched hand, her assistant handed over a set of documents.
She perused the documents and spoke to Jiang Cheng in an unhurried manner, "How have you been lately, Young Master Jiang? I heard you haven’t gotten over the incident with your girlfriend yet. What, it’s been two years and you still haven’t recovered?"
She talked of his private matters unabashedly.
At that moment, Wen Yu distinctly saw Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrow dangerously.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Cheng continued, "Is your younger brother doing well in prison? I wonder if the food’s good there; I’ve never had the pleasure of tasting it."
At those words, Ruan Yiyi was taken aback: "..."
He was just a half-brother from the same father; nobody was competing with her for the inheritance anymore, but he still bore their family name. It was unclear who exactly Jiang Cheng was insulting.
After signing the documents, Ruan Yiyi had them passed to Jiang Cheng and casually tossed him a sanitary ball before finally letting her gaze rest on the person sitting across on the sofa.
Although she had just glanced at him, she hadn’t lingered. But what was going on here? This person—she couldn’t make out his features, but why did he seem so familiar?
Ruan Yiyi slightly lifted her chin, her eyes still fixated on the figure opposite her, though she was speaking to Jiang Cheng:
"Who is this person? He isn’t the owner of the technology I’m investing in, is he?"
Jiang Cheng sneered lightly, "Don’t guess, it’s him." As he was about to call out Wen Yu’s name, he was interrupted.
"Hello, Miss Ruan, I am the developer of the technology. Thank you for your investment. My name is Jack." Googlᴇ search NoveIꜰire.net
He picked a name at random, but it had no connection to the name Wen Yu at all.
Jiang Cheng was dumbfounded: "...?"
With these words, Wen Yu took the initiative to stand up and walk over to her, step by step.
He extended his hand.
And she still wore black leather gloves on her hands.