Chapter 12 Valuation
Meng Yanchen had just finished a business meeting on the 34th floor. The moment he got into the car, he suddenly stopped.
here--
The last time I delivered a bag to Fan Shengmei, I asked someone to check her work address, and it seemed to be here.
He looked at his watch and saw that the hour hand was pointing to five forty, which was the rush hour for getting off work.
"Boss Meng, should we go back to the company or take you home?"
The assistant looked through the rearview mirror, waiting for further instructions from his boss.
"Wait a moment!"
Twenty minutes later, the familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the building.
However, the next second, his eyes froze slightly.
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie was walking towards her with a smile and took her bag naturally.
She looked hesitant, but ultimately did not refuse.
The car window was half-lowered, and Meng Yanchen looked at the scene with serious eyes.
After a while, he withdrew his gaze and said in a cold voice,
"Let's go."
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Chen Jiakang opened the car door for Fan Shengmei attentively and said in a gentle voice,
"Want some Japanese or French food? I know there's a new kaiseki restaurant."
Fan Shengmei stood in front of the car door without moving, "Why did you come here suddenly?"
"I reflected on this for a long time after receiving your call."
Chen Jiakang suddenly became serious, his eyes sincere, "Maybe I'm too anxious. I haven't met a woman as charming as you in all these years, and I can't wait to show you my whole heart."
He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "My method was inappropriate and caused you trouble."
The words were so flawless that even the apology was sugar-coated.
Fan Shengmei forced a smile and said, "It's okay."
"Okay, let's go eat."
Chen Jiakang opened the passenger door and fastened her seat belt.
"I've bought the tickets for the aquarium this weekend. Doudou will be so happy he won't be able to sleep when he knows he's going to see you."
Fan Shengmei frowned, "When did I ever agree?"
"Didn't I mention it on the phone?"
Chen Jiakang showed a confused expression, then softened his tone.
"My child has been looking forward to it for a long time, and he asks me every day, 'When will Aunt Fan come?'"
Her knuckles tightened on the leather seat, and Fan Shengmei took a deep breath.
"I promised my friend that I would accompany her to a party this weekend."
She paused, "All of us in 2202 have to go. It would be embarrassing if I didn't go."
This party is a rare opportunity for Fan Shengmei.
Bao Yifan has organized top-notch connections and resources. She no longer daydreams about achieving class advancement through men, but these resources may come in handy in her future work.
She wants to try it.
The carriage suddenly became quiet.
Chen Jiakang's expression changed, but he still forced a smile and shook her hand.
"Shengmei, your most important plan for the future...isn't it about me and Doudou?"
He rubbed her ring finger with his thumb in an ambiguous way.
"After we get married, you'll have the final say at home, and you won't have to work so hard."
Fan Shengmei knew clearly how big this pie was.
Even after getting married, I guess the only things she can say are Doudou's homework tutoring and the home menu.
Just like, if he was still pursuing Qu Xiaoxiao, he would never just give her skin care products or health products worth a few thousand yuan.
To put it bluntly, in his heart, Fan Shengmei is worth this price.
However, she seemed to slowly begin to doubt whether she was really worth this price.
Fan Shengmei smiled and pulled her hand back. "How about this, Doudou's birthday is next week, I'll take her to the amusement park."
The smile on Chen Jiakang's lips froze, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but in the end he just nodded considerately.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
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2202 Living Room
Fan Shengmei was sitting cross-legged on the sofa reviewing personnel emails.
In the email, the three words "Yang Chengdong" were followed by a bright red label "Violation Pending", and the audit report in the attachment was densely packed with data anomalies.
"Sister Fan~"
Qiu Yingying came over with a bag of potato chips, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster.
"What are you looking at so seriously?"
"The company wants to fire the risk control director."
Qiu Yingying licked her fingers and said, "Aren't you about to change jobs and have some free time?"
Fan Shengmei took a deep breath and said, "Hey, I have to finish my last shift before I go."
She stared at the screen. "I didn't expect to encounter something like this on this shift."
"What's wrong?" Qiu Yingying came closer.
Fan Shengmei turned the screen towards her. "This person leaked the bottom price of the new energy project to a competitor, causing the company to lose an 80 million yuan bid."
"ah!"
Qiu Yingying stuffed another piece into her mouth. "He looks so honest, how could he do such a thing?"
"Why?"
Fan Shengmei chuckled, "Greedy."
She pointed at the watch on Yang Chengdong's hand and said, "See? This watch is as good as the one in the coffee shop where you work."
Qiu Yingying was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened, and she laughed foolishly,
"Why wear a coffee mug on your wrist? It's so heavy."
Fan Shengmei couldn't help laughing and rubbed her head.
"Eat, eat. You're doing fine. We can afford potato chips no matter how expensive they are."
Qiu Yingying was dumbfounded, laughing heartlessly,
"Sister Fan, how are you and that Chen, Chen Kang, doing? Are you taking him to the party that Mr. Bao is organizing?"
Fan Shengmei paused and said with a smile,
"Why should I take him with me? Will it affect my market?"
She tossed her hair proudly and said, "Little earthworm, remember this, I, your sister, will always be single."
When she turned around, her nightgown formed a beautiful curve.
"This time we go there to kill everyone."
"Wow!"
Qiu Yingying jumped up excitedly, "Sister Fan, are you trying to catch a rich husband? Do you need to bait like you would fish?"
She suddenly lowered her voice and said, "I saw that everyone in that TV show wore battle robes. Where's yours?"
She blinked and said, "By the way, Sister Fan, where is your bag, that very expensive bag? It might come in handy this time. Can you show it to me in advance? Sister Andy and Guan Guan have seen it, but I haven't."
Only then did Fan Shengmei remember the priceless luxury bag that she treated like a treasure and even set aside a separate closet for it.
She quickly returned to the bedroom and retrieved it.
"Oh my goodness!"
Qiu Yingying circled around the unpacked platinum bag, "Although I don't understand it, but, Sister Fan, it's really beautiful."
She leaned in and sniffed, "It smells so expensive."
Fan Shengmei was amused by her action, "Silly girl."
"Sister Fan, please carry me on your back so I can take a picture!" Qiu Yingying looked excited.
Fan Shengmei took a deep breath and looked at the bag, her eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement.
She deliberately changed into a Vivi dress that she had spent a huge amount of money to buy two years ago, tied her curly hair into a lazy French bun, and the million-dollar brand bag reflected a low-key matte effect.
"I...I can't even recognize you."
Qiu Yingying stuttered as she moved closer, then retracted her outstretched hand and wiped it on her pajamas.
"Sister Fan, you are even more beautiful than those celebrities walking the red carpet on TV."
Fan Shengmei turned to the dressing mirror, her breathing slightly stagnant.
The person in the mirror has a slender neck, and it seems as if Fan Shengmei, who has been worn down by life, has never existed.
It turns out that when three million is placed on your arm, even the outline of the reflection becomes expensive.
She suddenly remembered what Meng Yanchen said, "Bags are meant to complement people, not people to accommodate bags."
It turns out that she, Fan Shengmei, is also worthy of such beauty.
She turned slightly sideways, as if she were already in the vast ocean, and the champagne tower on the yacht deck emerged in the mirror.
"Miss, would you like some champagne?"
The waiter handed her a crystal glass, and the sea breeze blew her hair into golden threads.
In the distance, hidden in the night, he was gazing at this woman who was carrying the bag he had personally chosen for the first time, yet seemed to be born to use it...
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