Chapter 42 It’s up to you
"Xiaomei, Mr. Chen wants you to go to the office!"
Sister Zheng passed by her with a stack of documents.
"Okay, let's go right away!"
Fan Shengmei picked up her notebook, adjusted the collar of her shirt, took a deep breath, and walked towards the office.
There was a gentle knock on the door of the general manager's office.
"Come in."
Fan Shengmei pushed the door open and walked in, the room was filled with the aroma of tea.
Meng Yanchen was serving tea with his eyes lowered. His slender fingers held the pot, the water flowed like silk, and his movements were smooth and flowing, revealing an innate elegance.
Seeing this, Chen Ming hurried forward to help, but Meng Yanchen nodded slightly, with a faint smile on his lips. He raised his hand to stop him and placed a cup of tea in front of Chen Ming.
Chen Ming smiled awkwardly, turned around and waved to Fan Shengmei.
"Xiao Fan, come and sit down."
Meng Yanchen gently pushed another cup of tea in front of Fan Shengmei.
Fan Shengmei bowed slightly, put her five fingers together into a fist, and tapped the table three times beside the teacup——
"Thanks!"
This is the standard "finger-knocking ceremony", which is a courtesy from subordinates to superiors.
Meng Yanchen's eyes moved slightly.
He was pleasantly surprised that she understood tea etiquette, but it was not the return gift Meng Yanchen wanted.
Chen Ming didn't notice the subtlety between the two, rubbing his hands and speaking excitedly,
"Boss Meng wants to discuss fund management cooperation with us. It just so happens that Yang Jian from your team has been fired. You have the best performance and are familiar with the company's products. You should take on this case!"
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Meng Yanchen and asked cautiously,
"Mr. Meng, can you see Xiao Fan?"
Meng Yanchen adjusted his glasses and spoke calmly.
"You understand the employees' situation and you make the arrangements."
Chen Mingru was pardoned and asked tentatively,
"So, which Guokun project will Mr. Meng entrust us with the funds for?"
Meng Yanchen took a sip of the teacup and said lightly,
"This isn't Guokun's project. Guokun has a large fund and a professional team to run it. You don't have the qualifications—"
He paused, as if choosing his words, but finally said bluntly,
"I can't do it."
Chen Ming's smile froze on his face.
Fan Shengmei was holding up her teacup and almost choked when she heard this.
Even Qin Yu, who was standing aside, looked at his boss in surprise.
Are you going to come to someone else's company and express your dislike so bluntly in front of the boss?
It was Meng Yanchen. If it were anyone else, he would probably be beaten out!
"Ahem~"
Qin Yu coughed softly beside him to remind him, and Meng Yanchen realized that he seemed to be too straightforward. He took another sip of tea awkwardly.
Chen Ming quickly took the initiative to smooth things over, "Yes, yes, Mr. Meng is right! So why are you here today...?"
Meng Yanchen glanced at Fan Shengmei, as if to make amends for himself.
"I have some spare funds, so I'll give it to you guys to try first."
He said casually, "If you do well, there will be opportunities for cooperation later."
Chen Ming's eyes lit up and he immediately agreed, "Yes, yes, yes! After all, this is our first collaboration, and we are very grateful to Mr. Meng for giving us this opportunity. We will definitely not let him down."
Fan Shengmei spoke up at the right time and asked professionally, "Mr. Meng, may I know approximately how much money this is? What is its main planned use?"
Meng Yanchen looked at her, his lips slightly raised.
"Marriage fund."
"cough--!"
Qin Yu coughed suddenly and looked at his boss with wide eyes.
Why would someone who doesn't even have a girlfriend suddenly start a marriage fund?!
Fan Shengmei was slightly distracted, but quickly adjusted herself and continued to ask for details.
"What is the specific amount and investment period?"
Meng Yanchen glanced at his watch and interrupted her.
"It's almost time for lunch,"
He raised his eyes to look at Fan Shengmei and said in a low voice, "Let's have a meal together and talk while we eat?"
Fan Shengmei was stunned and subconsciously looked at Chen Ming.
Chen Ming quickly said, "Okay! I'll treat you, let's go together..."
"I don't like too much noise."
Meng Yanchen interrupted him directly and his eyes fell on Fan Shengmei.
"Manager Fan, do you have time to have lunch together?"
The room was filled with silence.
Fan Shengmei nodded generously, "Okay."
【Western Restaurant】
Meng Yanchen placed the steak he had cut in front of Fan Shengmei.
Fan Shengmei looked at the neatly cut steak in front of her and suddenly remembered what Xu Qin had said -
"My brother treated the female classmate who helped me to a meal and gave her notes to thank her..."
So now, is it time for the "treat you to dinner" part?
"Why don't you eat?"
Meng Yanchen raised his eyes to look at her, "Not to your liking?"
Fan Shengmei came to her senses, put down her knife and fork, and took out a folder from her bag.
"You should take a look at our company's products first."
She opened the document and pointed to the circled part.
"These are more in line with your capital amount and needs."
Meng Yanchen didn't answer, but just pointed at the steak in front of her with his chin.
"Eat first."
Fan Shengmei had no choice but to put down the documents and pick up the knife and fork again.
The steak was juicy and tender, but she found it tasteless.
Meng Yanchen lowered his head while cutting steak and suddenly spoke,
"Why don't you reply to the message?"
Fan Shengmei was stunned. "I replied."
“I didn’t reply to the first one.”
Fan Shengmei paused, "...I'm sorry."
Meng Yanchen raised his eyes to look at her, "You didn't reply to the message, so I came to find you."
"cough--"
Fan Shengmei almost choked.
It’s really no wonder she thought too much. Meng Yanchen’s words were too easy to be misunderstood.
Meng Yanchen handed the juice to her. She took it and drank a sip. She couldn't help but say,
"Didn't you say before that your excessive attention would make me a topic of conversation in the company?"
Meng Yanchen said seriously, "I'm here to discuss official business, it's not excessive attention."
Fan Shengmei was unable to refute for a moment and said lightly,
"Give me performance, huh?"
Meng Yanchen put down his knife and fork.
Fan Shengmei seems particularly awkward today.
"I remember we talked about this before. If you have anything to say, you can just tell me directly."
He said calmly, "I'm a businessman. I'm more accustomed to solving problems efficiently."
He paused and added, "In my opinion, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem."
Fan Shengmei looked at Meng Yanchen in front of her.
Yes, he is a businessman, and the way businessmen deal with problems is to express gratitude with material things and money.
Free bags, free hairpins, and now free sales...
What on earth was she still hoping for?
"No,"
Fan Shengmei took a deep breath, looked up and smiled at him.
"Mr. Meng has done a great job, good enough."
Meng Yanchen frowned.
She was clearly smiling, but her eyes were more distant than ever.
Just as she was about to speak, Fan Shengmei suddenly changed the subject.
"Mr. Meng, you..."
"Call me by my name." Meng Yanchen interrupted her.
Fan Shengmei was stunned for a moment, turning the pasta, and continued to ask,
"Meng Yanchen, are you so kind to your family?"
I swallowed the second half of the sentence back——
So good that everyone who has had contact with your family can pay attention to and take care of them together?
Meng Yanchen was a little confused by her sudden change of subject, but he was happy to talk to her about his family.
He raised his eyes to look at Fan Shengmei, his gaze calm and focused, as if introducing her to a world that only she could enter——
“My parents were very strict with the family.”
Meng Yanchen's tone was calm, yet it carried a certain unquestionable certainty.
"When I was a kid, there couldn't be leftovers on the table, curfew couldn't be a minute late, and even making friends required screening."
He cut a piece of steak with an elegant movement that revealed an irrefutable sense of control.
"But now, I have taken over Guokun, and I am the one who sets the rules of the house."
His tone was calm, but every word was like a brand.
“Being good to your family doesn’t mean being indulgent, but making sure they never have to bow their heads for anything.”
He paused, his voice low and firm.
"Money, power, connections, whatever they need, I will give them."
"Not because they asked for it, but because—"
He looked at Fan Shengmei with an almost paranoid desire to protect her in his eyes.
"My family shouldn't bend over backwards for anything. This applies to my parents and my future wife."
He paused, thinking of Fan Shengmei's vampire-like family that Xiao Yixiao introduced to him, and added,
"However, any relationship is mutual, including blood ties."
He looked at her and said in a low voice, "The premise of loving your family is to love yourself."
He cut off a piece of steak and said, "Sometimes it is necessary to let go of things."
Fan Shengmei didn't expect him to say that and looked at him blankly.
If he wasn't Meng Yanchen, and she wasn't Fan Shengmei, she would definitely ask him—
Meng Yanchen, do you like me?
However, the other party was Meng Yanchen, a brilliant existence hanging in the starry sky.
It is extremely lucky to know you.
I remembered what Xu Qin said, that the female classmate who confessed her love never appeared in Meng Yanchen's world again.
She clenched the silver fork in her hand. If the price of trying to own it was being eliminated, she would rather peek into his world from one side.
Fan Shengmei came back to her senses, collected her thoughts, and tried to get the topic back on track.
"By the way, how are you going to plan for that fund?"
Meng Yanchen, "It's up to you."
Fan Shengmei, "What's the investment period?"
Meng Yanchen, "It's up to you."
Fan Shengmei, "Risk Preference?"
Meng Yanchen, "It's up to you."
Fan Shengmei sighed helplessly, "Meng Yanchen, this is your marriage fund, how come you don't have any opinions at all?"
Meng Yanchen glanced at her, continued cutting the steak, and smiled faintly.
"You have the final say."
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