Qiao Zhen timed her arrival perfectly and sat on the steps outside the Real Group headquarters to catch the president or general manager. She looked down at the messages from Wen's father on her phone, replied briefly, and then put her phone away to continue her vigil.

Chu Zhao sat in his black four-wheeled vehicle, initially looking at Qiao Zhen with suspicion, then rolled down the window. He couldn't be mistaken; that was the person he had been longing for, but he didn't have the courage to recognize her.

Qiao Zhen glanced up and saw the high-end custom-made black four-wheeled car of the president of Real Group. Her eyes lit up and she got up to chase after it, but the car drove away just as she was about to reach the front window.

Hey! What a temper she has!

Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. Qiao Zhen wanted to prove to the heavens that she would not admit defeat, so she immediately chased after the car, but finally gave up after stepping on a stone and twisting her ankle.

"Damn it! You don't like me? I don't like you either!" Qiao Zhen straightened her clothes and then casually threw the glasses on her face into the trash can. She, a woman nearing thirty, had chased after him for such a long distance. The CEO of Real had absolutely no gentlemanly manners. Like father, like son; his employees must be no better!

Chu Zhao had just seen Qiao Zhen walking towards him when he panicked and started his car to leave. However, he didn't dare let Qiao Zhen see him. He was already satisfied with just a glimpse of her from afar and didn't dare to be greedy.

But when he saw Qiao Zhen chasing after him recklessly, he was both angry and heartbroken. She was still the same as before, resorting to violence when things didn't go her way, determined to prove herself even if it wasn't for a steamed bun.

Chu Zhao called his assistant, "Investigate a woman named Wen Zhen. If she's recently been expanding into the US market, bring her to our company."

"Okay, Mr. Chu."

Just as Qiao Zhen had successfully connected with the Weilin Group that afternoon, representatives from the Real Group came to discuss matters with her in detail.

A man with meticulously combed hair extended his hand. "Hello, Ms. Wen. I am the deputy manager of Real Group. The president had an urgent matter this morning, so he sent us to have a detailed discussion with you."

Qiao Zhen politely returned the handshake. She sized up the man in front of her; he was wearing a black suit with a handkerchief in his pocket, adorned with a safety pin that looked somewhat familiar. "Hello, it's an honor to have your esteemed CEO's appreciation. However, I've already reached an agreement with Weilin, and business people value integrity above all else; I can't go back on my word."

"Yes, business people value integrity the most, but our president has already spoken with the president of Weilin. You are the daughter of the renowned Wen Group. Don't you think it would be a waste to simply hand over your software to Weilin?"

The subtext is: Our boss has already told Weilin's president that you can only discuss this in detail with us; otherwise, Weilin won't even bother with you signing the contract. We don't care about dealings with a branch office; if we're going to do something, we'll do something big!

Qiao Zhen smiled tactfully, "Okay, how about we go to your company now to discuss this in detail?"

"OK."

As Qiao Zhen turned around, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the safety pin on the handkerchief in the man's suit pocket; it clearly resembled the latest model of a listening device from the United States. How interesting! In this foreign land, who would be interested in eavesdropping on her?

There really was someone who would bother to eavesdrop on her. It wasn't that Qiao Zhen was being presumptuous; "real" means genuine, and the CEO of "real" is surnamed Chu. Even a child could guess this clumsy scheme.

Qiao Zhen's smile deepened. "Sir, Real Group is a very large corporation. You wouldn't bully me, a foreigner, would you?"

The man smiled politely. "Miss Wen, you have a real sense of humor."

Qiao Zhen reached into the man's suit pocket. The man tried to stop her, but Qiao Zhen stopped him, saying, "Sir, it's very ungentlemanly to prevent a clean lady from wiping her hands like that. Of course, you've done even more ungentlemanly things, haven't you?"

She removed the safety pin from the handkerchief, her rosy lips lightly touching it. "Chu, Zhao. Or should I call you, Riel Chu? You have three minutes to appear, or you should know all too well what I might do."

Sitting in his top-floor office, Chu Zhao couldn't help but rub his forehead. Qiao Zhen was capable of anything that would surely push his limits, so he consciously picked up his coat and went to find Qiao Zhen.

He probably found an excuse to see Qiao Zhen, so he went from walking steadily at the beginning to running wildly at the end, which made passers-by give way.

Qiao Zhen leisurely sipped her coffee. Although she didn't really like this bittersweet drink, drinking coffee made her seem sophisticated. She glanced at the small, exquisite watch on her wrist, "Five, four, three, two..."

"call--"

Chu Zhao bent over and looked at Qiao Zhen, who looked relaxed. He straightened up, took a few steps forward, and was about to give her a big hug.

Qiao Zhen reached out to stop her, raising an eyebrow. "Long time no see. Although I really want to give you a hug after so long, you're sweaty."

Chu Zhao smiled bitterly, "I didn't want to come see you."

"Hmm." Qiao Zhen nodded, but with a hint of noncommittal. "I forced you to come."

"It's good that you know." Chu Zhao said smoothly. He sat down opposite Qiao Zhen and then said to the deputy manager, "You can go back now."

"Yes, Mr. President."

"Tsk." Qiao Zhen clasped her hands together, propped her elbows on the table, and looked at Chu Zhao, who was taking advantage of her. "Would you like some dessert? Like, a strawberry dessert that's both passionate and girlish."

That was seven or eight years ago. Chu Zhao was a chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur) and a flamboyant, outlandish personality back then. Although Qiao Zhen always walked on the edge of chuunibyou, she never crossed the line. "Just kidding. Here, this is the information. Take your time to look at it. I think this app is pretty good. I've done market research, and I don't have that much ambition. I'm just happy to make a small profit."

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!