Chapter 225: 0225 is becoming more and more like Madam Fu in temperament. Chapter 225: 0225 is becoming more and more like Madam Fu in temperament. A low and magnetic chuckle resonated brightly through the earpiece, stroking Su Ran’s eardrums even from a distance.
“You’re more and more like Madam Fu each day, and I really like it.”
Upon hearing this, Su Ran instantly let out a sigh of relief.
But as she grasped what the man implied, a faint redness crept into her ears.
“Leave this matter to me, I have plenty of ways to deal with them.”
Fu Qiyuan fell silent for a moment.
Su Ran’s expression relaxed slightly.
“Are you busy? I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
Fu Qiyuan silently glanced at the roomful of people in the meeting, then said, without a trace of embarrassment:
Qin Feng, standing behind him, felt his eyelids twitch violently.
He glanced at the senior executives waiting to start the meeting with their reports in hand and curled his lips.
Gu Heng arrived at the foot of Qianran International’s building, but Su Ran was nowhere to be seen.
He couldn’t go up, nor could he contact anyone.
The weather was somewhat gloomy, and a slight breeze carried a touch of chill.
He stared blankly at the tall building before him.
When seeing her had become this difficult.
In the past, although it wasn’t without obstacles, it was relatively easy to meet her.
Gu Heng had never realized as clearly as he did at this moment how the distance between him and Su Ran was growing wider.
So wide that he couldn’t grasp it–not even a sliver of a chance.
At his feet lay a collection of cigarette butts–how long he had stood there, he had no idea.
His phone, which had been ringing incessantly since a moment ago, started to buzz again.
He took it out with a hint of impatience, saw that it was Su Xinyan, and hesitated for a second. His mind involuntarily conjured up the online rumors about Su Ran.
His eyes and brows deepened with gravity, and in the end, he did not answer the call.
Listening to the phone cut off again automatically, Su Xinyan’s face was pallid as she bit her lip, her expression gradually darkening.
Since yesterday, she had been unable to reach Gu Heng; all phone calls and messages seemed to disappear into thin air.
She knew he was blaming her, blaming her for that slut Su Ran.
Su Xinyan was seething, her beautiful eyes red with anger.
The scandal involving Su Ran online was growing, causing an immediate uproar across the web.
Certain netizens, following the merest hints and rumors, lashed out at Su Ran with unprecedented viciousness.
Although Su Ran wasn’t bothered, Ye Zhichen couldn’t maintain the same composure–she sat in her office flipping through online comments, her face darkening.
Finally, with a “bang,” she slammed the laptop shut, pinched between her eyes, a flicker of determination passing through them as though she had made a decision, and abruptly stood up from her chair.
And just at that moment.
Yun Feng rushed into her office, his handsome face etched with seriousness.
Upon seeing each other, they both spoke at the same time.
“I need to talk to you!”
“I was just about to find you!”
Both paused, then simultaneously said:
“What do you need to talk to me about?”
Ye Zhichen blinked and let out a light laugh.
“I didn’t expect us to be so in sync. Let’s sit down and talk about it!”
Yun Feng nodded, walked over to a sofa, and Ye Zhichen poured him a glass of water before taking a seat beside him on an adjacent sofa.
“What did you want to see me about?”
Yun Feng, now putting aside his usual nonchalant demeanor, looked at Ye Zhichen seriously.
“Have you seen the news about Su Ran online?”
From their time spent together, Ye Zhichen already knew Yun Feng had an unusually close relationship with Su Ran, so his inquiry didn’t come as a surprise to her.