Chapter 4: Returning a Bag and Being Cricketed
Fan Shengmei stood in the lobby on the first floor of Guokun Group holding an orange gift box. The light from the crystal chandelier made her eyes sore.
The receptionist at the front desk looked her up and down at the Zara suit skirt she was wearing, and a fake smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Looking for Mr. Meng? Do you have an appointment?"
"No."
Fan Shengmei straightened her back and said, "I'm just here to deliver something, and I'll leave after I'm done."
"Give it to me, I'll pass it on to Mr. Meng for you."
Fan Shengmei held the seven-digit bag without hesitation.
"No, it's better if I hand it to him myself."
The receptionist chuckled and said arrogantly,
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry, but our CEO Meng is really busy. We can't let you in without an appointment."
Fan Shengmei narrowed her eyes slightly, and raised her red lips into a smile.
"Little girl, I really just came to give you something."
She tapped the marble countertop lightly with her slender fingers and glanced at her ID card.
"You're the front desk, so just calling and informing them shouldn't be a difficult task. No need to beat around the bush with me. We're all veterans who've been in the workplace for thousands of years, so there's no need to act out some Liao Zhai drama."
The receptionist's face changed, "You..."
While the two were in a stalemate, there was suddenly a commotion in the elevator.
Seven or eight executives in suits walked in, accompanied by Meng Yanchen and a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing. They walked straight to the president's special elevator.
Fan Shengmei subconsciously took half a step back. It was obvious that the other party came to Guokun to discuss business, and it was obviously inappropriate for her to rush up to them and discuss such private matters.
After working in the workplace for so many years, I still understand this sense of propriety.
"Hey, aren't you looking for Mr. Meng?"
The receptionist immediately became irritated upon seeing this.
"Why don't you go up? Are you afraid to see people again?"
Fan Shengmei rolled his eyes at her and didn't even bother to look at her. After all, talking too much to a stupid person would affect his IQ.
Then, he turned around and walked towards the door, holding the gift box.
The rain had started falling without me noticing.
She stood under the awning at the entrance of the building, watching the rain splashing on the ground.
Six o'clock, seven o'clock, eight o'clock... the lights in the hall lit up one by one, and her shadow stretched out long on the shiny ground.
At 9:15 in the evening, the exclusive elevator door of Guokun Group slowly opened.
Meng Yanchen strode out while adjusting his cuffs, followed by his assistant holding documents.
"Mr. Meng, please wait a moment. I'll go to the front desk to get a contract."
The assistant walked quickly to the front desk, but heard several receptionists whispering to each other.
"That woman is still standing at the door. She's really shameless."
"You're wearing Zara and you dare to say you have something to do with Mr. Meng? If you want to make money, you should package yourself first."
"And that elder sister doesn't look young anymore..."
"What's going on?" the assistant asked with a frown.
The ladies at the front desk were startled, and one of them quickly explained,
"Nothing, there's just a woman waiting at the door all afternoon, saying she wants to see Mr. Meng..."
The assistant followed their gaze.
In the rain, a slender figure stood outside the revolving door, holding a bag tightly in her arms. The rain soaked her skirt, but she still stood straight.
"Boss Meng doesn't like employees talking behind their backs, so be careful!"
The assistant whispered a warning, picked up the contract and hurried back.
Meng Yanchen was standing in front of the elevator looking at his watch. When he saw his assistant coming back, he said calmly,
"Did you get it?"
"I got it."
The assistant hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Meng, the front desk said... there's a lady at the door who has been waiting for you for a long time."
Meng Yanchen didn't even raise his head.
"who?"
"I don't know, but..."
The assistant chose her words carefully, "Look at her back. She's very beautiful."
Meng Yanchen paused.
He turned and looked towards the gate, and recognized Fan Shengmei at a glance through the rain.
Her back is so recognizable.
The slender neck line is as elegant as a swan, and the curvature of the shoulders and neck is just right. Even when wrapped in a cheap suit jacket, she still exudes a stubborn charm.
Even with his critical eyes, Fan Shengmei was indeed... very special.
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