Chapter 249: Do we know each other, or are we very familiar? Chapter 249: Do we know each other, or are we very familiar? “Excuse me, miss, do you have an appointment?”
She had called Qin Feng when she got out of the car, but the call had not gone through.
The receptionist’s face showed a hint of apology.
“I’m sorry, miss, but without an appointment, I can’t let you go upstairs.”
Hearing this, the other receptionists exchanged glances, their eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
“The tricks women come up with these days are endless, doing anything to chase after someone. Miss, this is a workplace. If you’re here to pursue our president, well… you should get in line!”
Su Ran followed the direction the receptionist was pointing, and only then did she notice that there was a long row of sofas in the corner of the lobby.
And on the sofas, sat an array of women from various countries, judging by their skin color and features.
Her starry eyes narrowed slightly.
“Those women… are they all here for your president?”
The receptionist seemed somewhat helpless.
“Yes, there are countless who come everyday using various excuses to see our president. Our president is really busy; he has no time to entertain you lot.”
While speaking, the receptionist also glanced at the insulated box in Su Ran’s hands.
Others who came looking for the president brought flowers or gifts, or pretended to have business proposals.
Bringing an insulated box was indeed a first.
“I’m sorry, miss, but these are the rules. We don’t have the authority to let you through.”
As a leader in a company, Su Ran naturally understood the protocol. For a large conglomerate like Fu’s, the control was even stricter.
“What time does your president get off work?”
“We don’t know either. Why don’t you sit over there and wait for a bit?”
Su Ran knew the receptionist was referring to the place for that group of women. After pondering briefly, she curved her lips into a smile.
The receptionist’s face turned redder, and she stumbled over her words.
“I… I’ll take you over.”
“No need, you’re busy!”
Su Ran headed towards the sofas.
As she approached, everyone watched her, their defenses up, and their gazes converged on her face with a touch of jealousy.
Su Ran, as if she hadn’t noticed, sat down calmly beside them.
The woman closest to Su Ran glanced at her, then at the insulated box on the coffee table, and sneered with disdain.
To think that there are still women who believe in the saying that to catch a man’s heart, one must first catch his stomach.
Men are visual creatures. The true principle lies three inches below the navel.
Su Ran raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond.
But the woman was relentless.
“Hey, did you not hear me talking to you?”
Su Ran glanced coolly at the woman’s arrogant, high-and-mighty face, her patience still intact.
This made the woman even more annoyed.
“If you heard me, why didn’t you answer me?”
Su Ran blinked, laughed softly, a sound clearly pleasant to the ears, yet to everyone else, it seemed full of irony.
“Just because I heard you, must I respond? Do we know each other, or are we that familiar?”
The woman’s face turned crimson with Su Ran’s mockery; she pointed at Su Ran, at a loss for words.
“Which family’s young lady are you, to speak with such a lack of manners!”
“We’re all here for President Fu, how noble can we be?”
“Right, she should look in the mirror first, is she even worthy of President Fu?”
“Shihan, don’t bother arguing with this kind of woman, it’s beneath you!”
“That’s right, coming here with an insulated box, does she really think she’s the future Mrs. Fu?”