Chapter 47 Old Stories: "Don't Go Near That House"
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Looking at the unfamiliar face, Meng Yao asked with some confusion, "Fang Huai... isn't President Fang's assistant Chen Jie?"
Zhao Mingxuan smiled gently and explained, "Assistant Chen is mainly responsible for arranging President Fang's personal life and some miscellaneous matters. In fact, President Fang currently has six assistants, each responsible for different work areas. I am mainly responsible for the group's core business coordination, legal affairs, and asset planning-related matters."
Meng Yao was astonished. She knew Fang Huaixu was busy, but she didn't expect his work system to be so huge and complex. Even Chen Jie, whom she had met before, was just the tip of the iceberg.
"I see..." She quickly composed herself, nodded, and continued, "So, what can Assistant Zhao do for me?"
"It's like this..."
As he spoke, Zhao Mingxuan took a document out of his briefcase and handed it to him: "President Fang asked me to ask you to confirm and sign a shareholding agreement. President Fang has decided that, effective immediately, he will transfer a portion of his personal shares in Tianmu Group to your name free of charge."
Meng Yao froze for a moment, her eyes widening slightly: What shares?
Tianmu Group's valuation is astonishing. Even a one or two percent stake represents wealth and status that is unimaginable to ordinary people, and it is by no means a small amount.
For something so important, Fang Huaixu simply sent an assistant to give instructions, as casually as delivering a bouquet of flowers.
She swallowed hard, hesitating before taking it, "...Why are you suddenly giving me this? And such an important thing."
Zhao Mingxuan's face showed a subtle expression, clearly not quite understanding President Fang's intentions, but he still answered professionally: "President Fang has been planning this in meetings since last month. I heard it was a gift for you, but I don't know why it was suddenly brought forward."
This was not much different from what she had heard from Chen Jie. She hesitated for a moment, but was eventually driven by curiosity and took a look.
Even though she was mentally prepared, Meng Yao still felt dizzy when she saw the ten percent and countless zeros written in black and white.
She shoved the contract back as if it were burning her hand, muttering to herself, "No, no, I need to explain things to him first."
She instinctively wanted to call him, but then remembered that he was still recovering in the hospital and it wouldn't be convenient, so she changed her mind and said, "I'll go to the hospital to find him."
"Forehead……"
Zhao Mingxuan gave a slightly apologetic look: "President Fang is not in the hospital right now. He just returned to the company this morning to handle some urgent matters."
"Work again?"
Meng Yao frowned immediately, her tone filled with dissatisfaction and worry: His injury hasn't healed yet, and his fever has only just subsided. How can he go to work so soon?
Zhao Mingxuan looked somewhat embarrassed, unsure if he had said something wrong.
Meng Yao didn't make things difficult for him and decisively decided, "Then please take me directly to the company to find him."
Zhao Mingxuan readily agreed.
The car sped along and stopped again in front of the Tianmu Group headquarters building.
Guided by Zhao Mingxuan, Meng Yao headed straight for the top floor. As she passed a conference room, she saw Fang Huaixu inside through the huge glass curtain wall.
He changed back into a well-fitting dark suit, which covered the bandages on his arm. Although his face was still a little pale, his eyes were bright and sharp. He was listening attentively to the report, and his aura was calm and powerful. You couldn't tell that he was a patient who had just come from the hospital.
Meng Yao saw this but didn't know what to say.
Practice makes perfect.
"I'll go to the lounge and wait for him to finish," Meng Yao said to Zhao Mingxuan as she turned around.
"Alright, Mr. Meng, please follow me."
Zhao Mingxuan led the way, and Meng Yao's gaze still swept over the conference room with unease. But as the angle changed, she suddenly saw a somewhat familiar man at the other end of the long table.
Upon seeing the other person's face, her eyes widened instantly: wasn't that the man backstage at the charity gala the other day?
It seems to be Brother Fang Huaixu... what was his name again?
Fang Yanxiu?
What is he doing here, and at the Tianmu Group meeting?
Meng Yao felt uneasy. The two had already arrived at the door of the lounge. Zhao Mingxuan walked ahead and opened the door, and a smell of smoke wafted towards them.
Meng Yao frowned. She didn't dislike the smell of smoke, but this smell was far too strong and intense.
She parted the air with her hand to let in some fresh air, and looking up, she saw the source of the smoke was a woman sitting on the sofa in the lounge.
At this moment, she was wearing a well-tailored suit and pencil pants, leaning lazily against the sofa, a cigarette between her slender fingers, casually exhaling smoke rings.
She looks older than her age, but she is very well-maintained. She is tall with long legs and has the perfect proportions of a runway model. Her features are deep and indifferent, exuding a sexy charm that comes from experience.
Zhao Mingxuan seemed to recognize the woman and stepped forward to politely remind her, "Director Fang, if you need to smoke, you can go to the smoking room next door."
The woman addressed as "Director Fang" raised her eyelids and glanced at Zhao Mingxuan indifferently, her disdainful eyes carrying a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.
But she didn't get up immediately. Instead, she tilted her head back and looked at Meng Yao, who was standing at the door, scrutinizing her with undisguised scrutiny.
"Who is she?" She shifted her body weakly, taking a drag of her cigarette as she did so. Her tone was casual yet tinged with impatience, as if she was annoyed that Zhao Mingxuan had taken it upon himself to ask her to go out for someone he had never met.
Zhao Mingxuan remained unmoved and respectfully stepped aside to introduce, "This is President Meng Yao, President Fang's wife."
The man seemed to have heard something interesting. He paused for a moment before fixing his gaze on Meng Yao. He then stubbed out his cigarette and stood up, walking towards Meng Yao.
So tall.
When she walked over in her high heels, Meng Yao didn't say a word, but she couldn't help but wonder to herself: She must be almost 1.8 meters tall.
Meng Yao could also smell more clearly that she had a rich and unique fragrance on her body, mixed with a faint tobacco scent, which was indescribably special and charming.
She walked slowly around Meng Yao with great interest, her gaze sweeping over her like a searchlight.
Meng Yao felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, but she did not avoid it.
She ultimately said nothing, only twitched the corners of her mouth into an ambiguous smile, and waved to the two of them: "Alright, I'll go over there."
After saying that, she walked straight past Meng Yao and out of the lounge. Her footsteps faded into the distance, indicating that she had gone to the smoking room.
Meng Yao felt a little confused. Seeing that it was just her and Zhao Mingxuan in the lounge, she asked directly, "Who was that person just now?"
"Haven't you seen it yet?"
Zhao Mingxuan was somewhat surprised by her question, but still poured her a cup of tea and explained, "She is Director Fang's older sister, Fang Huaijin, Director Fang."
When Meng Yao heard that they shared the same surname, Fang, she had already guessed something, but she was still quite surprised to receive the definite answer.
Seeing that she genuinely didn't know, Zhao Mingxuan enthusiastically added, "But don't worry, Director Fang is just a figurehead at Tianmu. If you sign the contract today, there won't be many people in the group who have more say than you."
Meng Yao became nervous again, but Zhao Mingxuan didn't realize anything was wrong and quickly left the lounge.
She was left alone in the lounge. She was still thinking about the scrutinizing looks from Fang Yanxiu and Fang Huaijin that she had just seen. They certainly didn't look like nice people.
Thinking of Silas Zhou Yi, who had given her the first reminder, and how the two of them hadn't finished gossiping about the Fang family last time, she quickly pulled out her phone to contact Zhou Yi again, as this was the time she needed to gather information.
After they parted ways last time, they would chat occasionally, so Meng Yao felt no pressure to talk to him. She sent him a message directly: "[Silas, guess who I ran into today? It seemed to be Fang Huaixu's sister.]"
I thought it would be Zhou Yi's work time and he would reply later, but I didn't expect Zhou Yi's message to come back almost instantly.
As soon as Meng Yao opened the app, Zhou Yi's explosive voice almost deafened her: "My god, how did you run into them so quickly? Did you run away? Where's Fang Huaixu? Don't go near that crazy family, you'll definitely become unfortunate."
Meng Yao rubbed her ears, still sensing his excitement and apprehension. She continued typing: [He's in a meeting... but I think she's alright. She just looked at me for a while, and her gaze seemed a bit strange. I think I saw his brother is here too. We'll definitely meet later, and I'm a little uneasy. We didn't even finish our gossip last time. Didn't you say you knew about the Fang family? Could you give me a heads-up?]
The "typing is happening" message kept flashing on the notes, but unexpectedly, a voice call popped up in the end.
Meng Yao was startled, and answered the call after confirming that no one would come in.
There was also a commotion on Zhou Yi's end, seemingly backstage at the film set. He lowered his voice and said, "My goodness, Fang Huaixu really trusts you enough to leave you out there. If things get really bad, you'd better run away quickly and come to me. I'll protect you... Anyway, I'm still on set right now, so it's not convenient to talk for too long. I'll just tell you as much as I can. Their family has a lot of messy affairs, it's a long story, and I don't know everything. It's all old news and industry rumors. I can only tell you what I know. You should take it as you see fit and don't tell anyone else!"
Meng Yao also lowered her voice, "Okay, okay... don't you trust me?"
Zhou Yi snorted softly, then sighed deeply, his tone becoming slightly more serious: "That old man from the Fang family, Fang Huaixu's father, named Fang Hongsheng, has had three wives. You should know that, right?"
“I know that,” Meng Yao replied. Fang Huaixu had told her that he was the child of Fang Hongsheng’s third wife.
"What's widely rumored outside is that they have three children: the eldest brother, Fang Yanxiu, and the eldest sister, Fang Huaijin, are from the first wife; the second brother, Fang Hexun, is from the second wife; and your family's Fang Huaixu is the child of the third wife."
Zhou Yi paused, then lowered his voice mysteriously: "But actually, everyone in the industry knows that Fang Yanxiu and Fang Huaijin are not Fang Hongsheng's first wife's children, and they may not even have any relation to the Fang family."
Meng Yao was startled: "What do you mean?"
“That rotten old man’s gossip is flying everywhere, and this is one of the few things I can confirm,” Zhou Yi scoffed dismissively. “Fang Hongsheng’s first wife was his childhood sweetheart, and they had a good relationship. However, she died in childbirth after becoming pregnant with their first child, leaving neither mother nor child behind.”
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