“He arrives at the intersection in front of the company at 9 o’clock every day.”
This is what Sun Yinyao told Su Yan before she left.
And now.
Su Yan glanced down at her watch; it was exactly 9 o'clock.
She dangled the keys in her hand and whispered, "Three."
"two"
"one"
The moment the word was uttered, the keychain slipped from her slender finger and fell straight to the ground with a crisp sound.
Su Yan didn't turn around, but kept walking forward while counting again.
"three"
"two"
Before he could even utter a single word, the sound of a horn blared behind him.
"Miss, you've lost your keys."
A man's smiling voice rang out, and Su Yan slowly stopped in her tracks.
She turned gracefully, her skirt billowing and tracing a perfect arc in the air.
Her long, flowing hair flew up like a waterfall, obscuring her delicate features for a fleeting moment.
She looked down at the keys on the ground, not in a hurry to pick them up, but instead, like a Hong Kong beauty from the 80s or 90s, she lazily lifted her messy hair and gently tucked it behind her ear.
The bright morning sunlight filtered through the lush foliage and fell perfectly on her profile.
Her fair and delicate face seemed to be coated with a captivating and exquisite glow.
Su Yan bent down to pick up the keys from the ground, placed them in her palm, and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Would you like to have two more keys made this month?
The words seemed to be a self-deprecating joke, but they also conveniently provided a careless explanation for dropping the key.
Su Yan turned her head slightly, looked at Yi An in the car, and nodded with a faint smile.
"Thanks."
A gentle breeze blew by, stirring her skirt and ruffling the stray hairs around her ears.
After those two simple words, she left decisively, leaving him only with a beautiful silhouette.
If such an opening fails to capture his heart, then don't hesitate to try another "clever" chance encounter.
Make him completely believe that you two are destined for each other.
Su Yan tapped the clock face listlessly, glancing occasionally at the elevator that was still stuck on the basement level.
Only after she saw it move did she slowly press the elevator button.
The elevator slowly ascended and stopped on the first floor.
A pair of men's business leather shoes came into view as Su Yan lowered her gaze.
She didn't look up, walked straight in, and glanced at the floor button—18th floor.
She withdrew her hand that was about to reach out, and stood quietly in the elevator, not even raising her eyes, as if she hadn't noticed Yi An beside her at all.
She showed no interest in Yi'an, but Yi'an was extremely interested in her.
His seemingly casual and flamboyant gaze actually lingered mostly on her.
Now all that's missing is a reason for him to speak.
Su Yan casually tossed her hair, a sweet scent wafting through it as she slowly and deliberately made her way towards the man beside her.
The perfume she's wearing today has a nice nickname: "man-slaying fragrance."
"Have we just met?"
As expected, Yi'an spoke up.
Su Yan finally deigned to raise her noble head, but only glanced at him casually before lowering it again without showing any interest.
"Yeah?"
An answer that is neither affirmative nor negative.
Yi An was about to say something when the elevator doors opened.
Without the slightest hesitation, Su Yan walked straight out.
The logo of Yiku Technology is right in front of you.
"Hello, I'm here for an interview to become the president's secretary."
Su Yan walked to the front desk and spoke directly.
The receptionist paused for a moment upon hearing this, then muttered to herself, "Our company already has..."
Before she could finish speaking, the receptionist had already caught a glimpse of Su Yan's figure behind her.
She immediately stopped talking and said, "Mr. Yi, this young lady is here for a secretary interview."
Although Su Yan was tall, she was still much petite compared to Yi An.
Yi An looked at her with a condescending air, and there was a playful smile in her eyes.
Someone you used to ignore suddenly becomes someone you can't afford to associate with.
Yi'an really liked this feeling.
Su Yan gave a polite smile and turned around gracefully.
The moment she saw Yi'an, her smile vanished, and a look of appropriate shock appeared on her face.
Yi'an was also very satisfied with this expression.
"Come with me."
His words were cold, but as he turned away, a hint of smugness was undeniable on his face.
Su Yan nodded politely to the receptionist and followed closely behind Yi An, her eyes brimming with a triumphant smile.
Didn't you bring your resume?
Yi An sat in her office chair and asked this question leisurely.
Su Yan took out the resume she had prepared in advance from her bag and handed it to him.
Yi An glanced through it briefly, without even looking up, and asked, "Returned from abroad? A sea turtle!"
He spoke in a flippant voice, with an upward inflection at the end, carrying an unpredictable teasing tone.
It's extremely unpleasant to hear.
Su Yan maintained a polite, faint smile. "I only spent five years abroad."
Yi An simply threw the impressive resume onto the table without any hesitation.
“My company has always treated everyone equally and doesn’t care about these things.”
Su Yan followed up with, "So what is President Yi looking at?"
"ability."
Yi An sat up straight and looked at her meaningfully.
Do you know what a personal secretary does?
He deliberately emphasized the word "close to the body," making it sound frivolous.
Su Yan ignored it, as if she hadn't heard anything, and said to herself, "I also worked as a secretary abroad for two years, but I don't know if there's anything special about the work here with President Yi."
"What do you want to be different about?" Yi An asked meaningfully.
Su Yan just smiled and didn't say anything.
Yi An was very dissatisfied with this reaction.
"Alright, I understand your situation. Go back and wait for news."
He rudely told them to leave, showing absolutely no manners.
Su Yan didn't say a word and turned to leave.
Only after her figure disappeared from Yi An's sight did the corners of his mouth slowly turn up.
He glanced at the resumes on the table, took out his phone, and pressed the call button.
The call was answered quickly after two rings.
"Hello."
A woman's voice came from it, with a slight echo.
Yi An stared intently at the resume on the table and asked politely, "Is this Ms. Su Yan?"
Su Yan was silent for two seconds, then asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm so sorry, I took your suitcase by mistake. Can we meet sometime? I'll return the suitcase to you."
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