Chapter 39 This is called the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked

At six o'clock in the morning, the elevator of Jiang's Building quietly went up.

When Jiang Tingwan stepped into the top floor, the entire floor was empty.

In her hand she held a white rose, with morning dew still condensed on the petals, which shone brightly under the cool light.

When I opened the door of Jiang Shixu's office, the cold scent of cedar hit me in the face.

Minimalist grey and white tones, meticulous document display, even the pens on the desk are placed straight.

Just like Jiang Shixu, he is rigorous to the point of being cold.

Only the silver vase stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, empty, as if waiting for something.

Jiang Tingwan walked over, gently opened the bottle with her fingertips, and inserted the white rose into it.

The morning light shines through the glass, casting tiny spots of light on the petals, adding a touch of soft vitality to this cold and hard office.

She lowered her eyes for two seconds, then turned and left.

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The latest design plan was enlarged and displayed on the projection screen in the conference room.

Jiang Tingwan stood at the front, her black pencil skirt outlining neat lines.

Everyone knows that, in name, Jiang Shixu is still the top person in charge of this project.

But given the style of the prince of the Jiang family, once he has given it, he will not interfere again, not to mention that he is currently running seven cross-border mergers and acquisitions cases at the same time.

In other words - this parachuted Miss Jiang will be their immediate boss for the next few years.

"morning."

She greeted him briefly and placed the folder on the table. "I've finished reading the plan."

Her voice was very soft, but inexplicably breathtaking.

Several executives exchanged glances.

Originally they thought that the adopted daughter of the Jiang family was just here to gild her reputation.

But in just one week, she rejected thirteen design plans, re-screened the renovation drawings, and even went to the construction site twice to monitor the progress.

She even changed the name of the hotel.

Picking up light from the forest stream.

A poetic and sharp name, just like her.

The executives who had originally complained about her sudden appointment gradually shut up.

“The waterside pavilion in the garden area retains its original structure, but the interior has been completely renovated and uses an intelligent temperature control system.”

Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, but every word was clear.

"In addition, the SPA area has added Chinese medicine physiotherapy, and cooperated with the local Chinese medicine hospital to make it a special project."

Someone in the audience murmured, "This budget..."

Jiang Tingwan raised her eyes and looked over accurately.

"I have approved the budget report, and President Jiang has signed it."

She tapped the table with her fingertips, "If you have a better plan, please propose it now."

The conference room was silent.

So she continued speaking, her eyes sweeping over the crowd.

“I want to see the first draft of the plan for the new facilities next week.”

"Hot spring area, medicinal restaurant, cliff restaurant - I want things that others can't copy."

No one dares to be perfunctory.

Her style is exactly the same as Jiang Shixu's.

He is decisive and speaks little, but every word hits the mark.

Most importantly, they work without caring about the lives of others.

My own doesn't matter.

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Jiang Shixu's office.

Ruan Yue carried the food tray and carefully sat down opposite Jiang Tingwan.

"elder sister……"

She said in a low voice, "Did you not sleep again last night?"

Jiang Tingwan raised her eyes and saw that there was also a faint dark blue under Ruan Yue's eyes.

"You too." She said calmly, "Working overtime?"

Ruan Yue nodded, then shook her head: "It's my own inefficiency..."

Jiang Tingwan didn't say anything, but just pushed the hot milk at hand over.

When Ruan Yue joined the company, she did not use her real name "Jiang Wanzhou", and almost no one in the company knew that she was the second daughter of the Jiang family.

But Jiang Tingwan is different. She needs the deterrent power brought by this surname to make the project move forward faster.

"You should learn from Ruan Yue."

A deep male voice suddenly came from behind.

Jiang Shixu stood behind her without her noticing, holding a document in his hand.

He glanced at the light blue color under Jiang Tingwan's eyes and frowned slightly.

"I'm handing over the Senbo Hotel to you, not asking you to risk your life."

Jiang Tingwan knew it of course, and those executives were not wrong.

She actually came here just to gild her reputation and get a name.

But even after getting the project, she couldn't help wanting to do things to perfection.

After so many years, it's become a habit.

Jiang Tingwan supported her head and tilted it to look at Jiang Shixu.

"Brother, are you talking about me?"

She pretended to think for a moment.

"This is what they call - if the top beam is crooked, the bottom beam will be crooked."

"I learned from you that you worked overtime regardless of your own life."

Jiang Shixu smiled helplessly and said, "Stop quibbling."

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A week later.

The early morning sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office.

Jiang Tingwan rubbed his temples and slid his fingertips lightly across the tablet.

The screen displayed information of several technology companies, among which the words "Shiye Group" were particularly eye-catching.

"Holographic projection stage..."

She whispered to herself, and tapped the "Shiye Group" with her fingertips. There were indeed not many companies that could meet her requirements, and Lu Zhaoye's drone technology just happened to fit her project needs.

The phone screen lit up, and it was a message from Ruan Yue.

"Sister, remember to take your medicine today. You haven't recovered from your cold yet."

Jiang Tingwan then remembered that she still had a low-grade fever.

She opened the drawer, took out the pills and swallowed them with cold water, then picked up the mask beside her and put it on.

The woman in the mirror only showed a pair of cold eyes with a faint blue color under her eyes.

I'm going to see Lu Zhaoye in the afternoon.

"Just right."

She raised an eyebrow at the mirror, and a mischievous idea came to her mind.

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The building of Tokino Group stands in the city center, and its glass curtain wall reflects the cold light.

Jiang Tingwan stood in the middle of the hall. Due to a cold, the mask covered most of her face, leaving only a pair of cold eyes exposed.

She looked up in the direction of the elevator and walked straight to the front desk.

The receptionist was sorting documents with her head down. When she noticed someone approaching, she looked up and smiled.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Jiang Tingwan's voice sounded a bit lazy through the mask: "I'm looking for Lu Zhaoye."

The receptionist was slightly startled, her eyes swept over her inconspicuously.

Although her face could not be seen clearly, the haute couture suit the woman was wearing and the jade bracelet faintly visible on her wrist all showed that she was of extraordinary status.

"Do you have an appointment?"

the receptionist asked politely.

Jiang Tingwan chuckled and tapped the marble countertop lightly with her fingertips, inexplicably feeling like teasing.

"No, but you can tell him—" She paused, her tone teasing, "The mother of his child is here, ask him to come out and give an explanation."

The receptionist's eyes widened instantly, and she was a little bit unconvinced for a moment.

Seeing this, Jiang Tingwan slowly took out a black card from her bag and placed it casually on the table.

"He gave me this. Or, you can just tell him that if he doesn't come down, I will take the child abroad and he will never see him again in his life."

"Just tell him my name is A Wan, which means night."

She said calmly, I'm wearing a mask today anyway.

The receptionist swallowed, picked up the phone carefully, and dialed the number of the president's office.

The person on the other end of the line was Lu Zhaoye's secretary. After hearing the front desk's description, he was obviously stunned for a few seconds: "...The child's mother? Are you sure?"

He hadn't heard of it, and besides, Mr. Lu had never had any contact with any women.

The receptionist lowered his voice.

"This lady looks really special. Why don't we notify Mr. Lu?"

Jiang Tingwan heard the secretary's hesitant voice and reached out to take the phone.

"Please tell Mr. Lu, has he forgotten what happened in Paris three years ago?"

Her voice was deliberately aggrieved, "I'm pregnant with my second child now. If he doesn't see me again, I will..."

Suddenly there was the sound of a chair falling to the ground from the other end of the phone, followed by a busy tone.