Fu Hange clenched her fists tightly, feeling a surge of anger. Her expression became extremely distorted, her chest heaving, and her eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
Just then, Bai Xin chased after her, giving her a product brochure and address, as well as a dress in a bag, with a sympathetic look in her eyes: "I'm so sorry, this is Mr. Gu's wish, I can only do as he says. If you do it well, Mr. Gu will forgive you. This is all I can do for you."
Fu Hange felt disgusted when she saw Bai Xin's frowning and helpless expression. She patted Fu Hange on the shoulder and wished her good luck, then sighed helplessly and turned back to her office.
Fu Hange didn't look at her face directly, but just stood there motionless, showing no anger on the surface, keeping it all to herself.
She went back to the Xu family again, and after explaining things, she found Qin Xuan, the person on the contract, at the address Bai Xin gave her.
Like Gu Yuan's house, the villa was located in the suburbs. Fu Hange was surprised to find that these wealthy people all liked to choose their homes in the suburbs, far away from the hustle and bustle.
Fu Hange went inside and pressed the intercom doorbell. Soon someone came to open the door.
The man who came was over forty years old, dressed in gray loungewear, and his hair had just been styled with hair gel and wasn't completely dry yet.
Qin Xuan grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his eyes darting back and forth over Fu Hange, making her shudder.
Fu Hange felt uneasy at some point; her intuition told her that this person was not easy to deal with.
Qin Xuan stared at her for a long time before he reacted: "Miss Xu, please come in."
Fu Hange responded politely, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her bag as she cautiously walked inside.
Qin Xuan was still behind her, but she didn't know if he was still watching her.
The living room was very large, roughly the same size as Gu Yuan's house, but the decorating style was quite different.
Qin Xuan's home is mainly characterized by its flamboyant style, where everything is considered artistic. For example, the chair next to her feet looks like a spiral from her angle, making it seem like you would fall off if you sat on it.
She stood there dumbfounded, unsure what to do, when Qin Xuan's deep voice rang out behind her: "Miss Xu, please have a seat?"
She nodded stiffly and sat down on the spiral chair. Her center of gravity shifted backward, and the chair instantly spun 360 degrees, making her lurch forward and backward as if she were about to fall out. After it stopped, Fu Hange remained seated steadily.
She was so frightened that she gripped the sides of the chair with both hands, staring blankly ahead, completely panicked and helpless.
My chest was still heaving, and I could feel my left chest pounding wildly and arrhythmically.
Qin Xuan chuckled: "Miss Xu, don't worry. This chair is professionally designed and uses certain physical principles, so there will be no safety hazards."
Fu Hange nodded blankly, a layer of cold sweat appearing on her forehead, whether from being frightened by Qin Xuan or from the chair, or perhaps both.
She stood up, panting and pale, and looked at Qin Xuan: "Mr. Qin, let's talk about the cooperation."
Qin Xuan chuckled, casually pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her, then grabbed a bottle of champagne and poured some for Fu Hange and himself: "No rush, we still have one more night to discuss this, let's relax now."
Upon hearing this, Fu Hange stopped wiping her sweat, staring at Qin Xuan in horror, speechless for a moment.
She was terrified, but couldn't show it to Qin Xuan: "President Qin, I think we should talk about business first. I have something to do later, what do you think?"
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