Chapter Ninety-Four: Who Saved You?
“Hmm.” Sang Ruo nodded gently: “But I didn’t make an appointment. I came to see him because I had something urgent to attend to.”
The straight-haired beauty frowned slightly: "I don't think you're a client, are you? Our CEO doesn't see anyone other than clients. Who are you?"
Sang Ruo was momentarily at a loss.
She and Bo Jinzhou are about to get divorced, so it's probably not appropriate for her to bring up her identity at this time.
Moreover, the term "family members" is too eye-catching.
After hesitating for a moment, she said calmly, "I am his friend."
"I'm sorry, but far too many women approach our CEO every day under the guise of 'friendship.' I can't let you go up without an invitation. Why don't you give our CEO a call?"
Last week's financial magazine featured a photo of Bo Jinyan, and once it was published, it became an instant hit.
Countless women approach him every day under the guise of 'friendship'.
This is putting the receptionists in a difficult position.
Sang Ruo's gaze fell on the straight-haired beauty, and her expression became more serious.
Being stuck here was something she hadn't expected.
The beautiful woman, on the other hand, looked at her with disdain, as if she were watching a joke.
Sang Ruo suddenly realized that her behavior was indeed somewhat abrupt.
She smiled at the woman and said, "Never mind then, I'll find him later!"
"Miss……"
As soon as Sang Ruo turned around, the voice of the straight-haired beauty came from behind her, which was more contemptuous and arrogant than before.
Sang Ruo turned around at the sound of her voice: "What's wrong?"
"Please don't come again in the future, so as not to increase our workload." The straight-haired beauty sneered, "Our president is not a shallow person. Do you think you can seduce someone like that?"
Hearing this, Sang Ruo roughly understood what she meant.
Her expression turned cold, and just as she was about to speak, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind her: "What nonsense are you spouting?"
The two turned around at the sound and saw the man standing to one side.
Although they had only met once, Sang Ruo still recognized Fu Chenqing.
The beautiful receptionist with straight hair respectfully greeted, "President Fu."
"This is a relative of President Bo, how dare you insult her like that? Be careful you don't get fired..."
Upon hearing the word "family member," the straight-haired beauty's pupils widened in shock.
Two passing employees were also stunned by the two words and kept looking Sang Ruo up and down.
"President Bo is actually married?"
"Is he secretly married? I've never heard of it before?"
...
Hearing the whispers around her, Sang Ruo subconsciously stepped forward and tugged at Fu Chenqing's sleeve: "It's nothing, Mr. Fu. I just wanted to talk to Bo Jinyan about something and didn't tell him beforehand, which caused this misunderstanding."
Seeing that her expression had softened considerably, Fu Chenqing smiled faintly and said, "Then come up with me. I just need to go to the project office for a meeting."
"Okay, thank you very much, Mr. Bo."
Sang Ruo followed Fu Chenqing into the elevator, one after the other.
Fu Chenqing pressed two floor buttons, then turned to Sang Ruo and said, "Ayan is on the top floor, the thirty-eighth floor. I have other things to do, so I won't see you up."
"No need to trouble Mr. Fu, I can go up by myself."
Fu Chenqing nodded slightly, then changed the subject: "Miss Sang, I heard that Liang Yuxin also drugged you that day?"
Sang Ruo was surprised, not expecting the topic to jump from Bo Jinyan's office to the matter of being drugged.
It took her several seconds to process the magnitude of the change.
She said calmly, "Yes..."
Fu Chenqing suddenly moved a few steps closer: "Who saved you that day?"
Upon hearing this, Sang Ruo's heart leaped into her throat, and her face instantly flushed red.
Bo Jinyan had never told her about his friend...
Wow, you're so direct!
"I heard you and Bo Jinzhou are getting a divorce soon, so it definitely wasn't him who saved you. Ayan also came into the room that day." Fu Chenqing lowered his voice and asked, "Could it have been Ayan?"
The blush on Sang Ruo's face suddenly intensified.
Just then, the door suddenly opened.
This undoubtedly saved her.
"Mr. Fu, we've arrived."
Fu Chenqing grinned: "If you don't want to say, that's fine. I can probably guess."
He strode away, but the corners of his lips never turned up in a smile.
It wasn't until the elevator doors closed that Sang Ruo was able to calm herself down.
She saw Zhang Ye about to go down at the elevator door on the 38th floor.
Zhang Ye led her to the president's office: "Mr. Bo has gone to a meeting and should be back in about ten minutes."
"good."
After seeing Zhang Ye off, Sang Ruo looked around.
His office is decorated in black, white, and gray tones, much like the owner's personality, both exuding a cool and aloof feel.
Her gaze fell on a large door next to the desk.
The CEO's lounge.
Just as those words came into view, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from behind me.
Sang Ruo turned around upon hearing the voice and met the man's indifferent gaze.
Bo Jinyan must have known she was there. His face remained expressionless as he casually walked towards his desk: "Miss Sang, what brings you here?"
Sang Ruo glanced at his back, quickly got up from the sofa, and walked straight over.
“Mr. Bo, aren’t you asking a question you already know the answer to?” Sang Ruo came to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down: “I just transferred 500,000 to you yesterday, and you returned 300,000 to me this morning.”
"Didn't you say yourself that you only wanted to buy a car worth 200,000?"
Bo Jinyan placed the documents on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Sang Ruo rarely saw him smile, and was momentarily stunned by this smile.
He looks so handsome when he smiles.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, the man spoke again: "Besides, you just got out of prison and don't have much money to begin with. I'm returning this 300,000 to you because I'm thinking of Linlin. If I gave you the money directly, I'm sure Miss Sang wouldn't want it."
The implication was that he wanted to support Linlin, but she would definitely refuse.
Sang Ruo said calmly, "One thing at a time. I thought that car was only worth 800,000, but it was actually worth 1.5 million. I have never liked owing people anything. I will not only give you 500,000. If I have more money in the future, I will give you all the money back."
As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on the man's lips froze for a moment.
He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the table with one hand, and reached out with the other to pinch her chin.
When those cold, sinister eyes pressed down, they exuded a terrifying aura.
"What do you mean by calculating everything so clearly with me?"
Sang Ruo's upper eyelashes trembled slightly.
After careful consideration, she realized that her current relationship with Bo Jinyan was indeed far too dangerous.
Doing this can also be seen as an attempt to distance themselves from the situation.
Her tone was indifferent, and when she looked up at him, her expression was indifferent: "The literal meaning, Mr. Bo, surely you don't understand?"
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