"You...you are Song Yuli, you are our president's wife!!!"

Song Yuli: "..."

Upon hearing this, the shy little boy Song Yuli blushed instantly.

She stood there, somewhat at a loss.

After a long pause, he nodded slightly and said, "Yes, that's me."

The receptionist was overjoyed when she heard that.

A while ago, the story about their president and his wife caused quite a stir. Photos of Song Yuli that were leaked on Weibo were also shared in the company's group chat by his colleagues. Everyone was wondering who was so capable as to be the first to see the president's wife in person.

Unexpectedly, she turned out to be the most capable person.

If it weren't for the fact that she was still at work, the receptionist would have burst into laughter three times.

No, she had to make a big fuss about this in the group chat, so that those white-collar workers who often looked down on her would be envious.

Seeing Song Yuli's slightly protruding belly, the receptionist eagerly pulled Song Yuli to sit down on a chair, then looked at her with bright eyes.

"Madam, it's like this, the president is currently in a meeting with a very important guest. Perhaps I could make a call to inquire for you? Please wait a moment."

Song Yuli nodded and smiled at her, "Thank you."

The receptionist shook her head, feeling dizzy as she went to her post.

The lady just smiled at her.

Although the lady isn't particularly beautiful, she's a really gentle person.

I never expected that their cold, gloomy, and unpredictable CEO would actually like someone like his wife.

She quickly dialed the president's secretariat, but before she could say two words, the call was disconnected.

The receptionist: "..."

The receptionist, on the verge of tears, approached Song Yuli and said somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry, Madam, why don't you come inside and have a seat? I'll let you know as soon as the president finishes his meeting."

Song Yuli nodded, carrying the insulated box, and followed the receptionist to the reception room.

Upon entering the reception room, Song Yuli discovered that there was another person there, and that person was a woman.

Upon seeing Song Yuli, the woman paused, then snorted coldly, and continued patting her face with the cushion foundation.

Seeing her like this, Song Yuli didn't bother with her and simply sat down to the side by himself.

The receptionist said, "Please wait a moment, I'll get you a glass of water."

Song Yuli nodded, but before he could speak, the woman beside him said in a high-pitched voice, "And please prepare a cup of coffee for me. I'd like a hand-ground mocha, thanks."

The receptionist's expression immediately changed.

Our lady is drinking water, and you want coffee?

It was hand-ground! If you're so amazing, why don't you just fly to the moon?

Adhering to her work principles, and considering that the woman was decked out in designer brands from head to toe, the receptionist had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

After the receptionist left, the reception room immediately became quiet.

Song Yuli placed the insulated box on the coffee table in front of him and picked at his hands out of boredom.

While Mai Yunya appeared to be applying powder, her gaze was actually constantly sweeping over Song Yuli.

Seeing Song Yuli dressed in cheap clothes, she immediately gave a disdainful sneer, then subconsciously straightened her back, feeling a great sense of superiority.

"Hello."

Song Yuli paused in his fiddling, looked up blankly, and asked in surprise, "You called me?"