Zhuang Haoran nodded at her words, "Yes, we talked over a video call, maybe the cara was not very good so the images of each other we saw were not very clear."
Zhuang Haoran was a client Gu Nuan got to know when she was working part-ti as a financial adviser for a professor at school. If Zhuang Haoran were just an ordinary client, Gu Nuan definitely wouldn’t need to speak in such a sowhat subservient tone.
You see, the one billion she borrowed to help her husband buy the Ruan Family villa, that was a huge favor from this boss Zhuang Haoran.
"Miss Gu, you are much more beautiful in person than what I saw through the cara," Zhuang Haoran said as he pointed his finger at his seat in the plane cabin, which was a certain distance from where Gu Nuan was seated, "When you boarded the plane, I saw you but I’ve been hesitant to confirm it because you indeed look prettier than I’d imagined."
Gu Nuan could only give an embarrassed smile and said, "Mr. Zhuang managed to recognize , yet I failed to recognize Mr. Zhuang—"
Originally, she was an adviser serving big bosses, effectively an employee working for Zhuang Haoran, and it turned out the boss recognized the employee before the employee could recognize the boss.
Zhuang Haoran then gestured with his hand, hoping to step aside and continue talking with her.
Gu Nuan didn’t refuse and walked with him to a corner to continue their conversation. Naturally, she had to first address the matter of the seventy to eighty million she borrowed from him.
"Mr. Zhuang, rest assured, I will draw up a loan note for that money."
But Zhuang Haoran’s eyes just quietly gazed at her face, his expression so serene, so gentle.
Gu Nuan couldn’t help but to beco puzzled, "Mr. Zhuang?"
As if coming back to his senses, Zhuang Haoran said, "Sorry, I just spaced out. About that seventy to eighty million from selling the house, we had an agreent from the start that the money was to be given to Miss Gu as my fund trustee to manage at your discretion, and I’m very at ease with that. No matter how much profit you make, it’s all yours. And if you don’t make any profit, or if it’s all lost, that’s okay too."
He was truly a wealthy boss, to throw seventy to eighty million at her like it was nothing. Gu Nuan certainly realized quickly that this was illogical, thus she declined outright, "No, we can’t leave the matter of money unclear, that’s a principle of my work. I do serve as a financial adviser for people, there’s no mistake there, therefore, I can’t act recklessly."
"Even if I trust Miss Gu, that’s not okay?"
"No."
Gu Nuan’s response was decisive, prompting an involuntary smile from Zhuang Haoran.
After all, they were both clever people, and Zhuang Haoran quickly understood why she said what she did and candidly revealed, "Previously, I heard from a friend that Miss Gu had broken up with her boyfriend, hence, through her, I hoped to et Miss Gu formally in another capacity. I did not expect that, in such a short ti, Miss Gu doesn’t seem to have broken up with her boyfriend, or is it—"
Gu Nuan was taken aback, not having anticipated this turn of events.
Zhuang Haoran stood in front of her dressed in a sharp, hand-made Western suit, exuding the air of an upper-class gentleman—handso features to boot. Honestly, he looked younger than she had envisioned.
Gu Nuan couldn’t help but be puzzled, wasn’t it previously said by the professor that this man was a successful individual, and also a sentintal fool who had been married, whose wife had died, and then pined for his late wife so much that he never remarried?
Now, as Zhuang Haoran stood in front of her in the flesh, his true age seed to be only a bit older than hers and Dabai’s.
"I’m thirty-one this year," Zhuang Haoran said his real age with a hint of embarrassnt, clearly because he had previously concealed his age from the public. While wiping his forehead with the arm of his sunglasses, Zhuang Haoran said, "I’m sorry, perhaps what Miss Gu heard was sowhat different from the truth. The main reason for that is—"
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