Narrowing his eyes slightly, Zhao Qianchao instinctively poked his head out, triple-checking that this wasn’t the CEO’s office before turning back.
“…Morning.”
He certainly knew this femme fatale, the first woman who had made him stumble. If it weren’t for the CEO backing her, he would have long since… But speaking of which, what was she doing here?
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Xia Xi said with a full smile, maintaining a strictly professional demeanor.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Despite her likely status as the future CEO’s wife, he still harbored hostility towards her.
And who knows, she might break up with the CEO tomorrow – matters of the heart were always unpredictable, he thought to himself.
“I’m delivering this on behalf of Yalong.” Xia Xi pushed the document forward, with “Project Proposal” printed in large characters. “I don’t understand what you mean,” Zhao Qianqiu narrowed his eyes warily. “Aren’t you responsible for the Zhen Ji agency? So I specially brought this project proposal, and I believe the conditions inside will definitely satisfy you.” Xia Xi smiled professionally. “You’re delivering the project proposal, so what about the CEO…” “Regardless of my relationship with Zi Ye, it has nothing to do with this project. Rest assured, he doesn’t know I’m submitting the proposal for Yalong. Just follow the rules,” she gently cut off his words. For a moment, Zhao Qianqiu looked at her differently, slowly picking up the project proposal and briefly scanning the outline. “Few people would not take advantage of their status,” he said meaningfully. “I’m absolutely not that type,” Xia Xi raised an eyebrow, “Whatever I negotiate, I rely on my own abilities.” “Hmm, quite confident,” Zhao Qianqiu snorted lightly. “You’re too kind,” Xia Xi curved her pink li
“Miss Xiao, this is my ‘private’ office,” Zhao Qianqiu emphasized the word “private”, extremely dissatisfied with her treating it like her own kitchen, “please respect me, will you?”
“Zhao Qianqiu, I absolutely forbid you from agreeing to work with her. I will never agree,” Xiao Meisan warned loudly.
“May I ask who she is──” treating her like some random shrew, Xia Xi’s words were directed at Zhao Qianqiu.
