"Ladies and gentlen, good afternoon, this is the Beijing Capital International Airport broadcast. We are honored to inform you that Geely Airline flight CA982 from East Sea International Airport has safely arrived at Terminal 3. Thank you for choosing to fly with us, and we wish all passengers a pleasant stay in Beijing..."
The friendly and gentle announcent gradually faded into the background.
The unusually fresh-looking Chairman Shi adjusted her hat brim.
Not only had she shed her usual proud and noble attire, but she was also alone.
From the facts, it is clear that Chairman Shi’s principle has always been not to co to Beijing unless necessary, and it is practiced quite thoroughly. This trip to Beijing is clearly because it is "necessary."
As for why she ca ahead alone, leaving the main team behind, there must be a reason.
The airport.
Just like a hospital.
Every day, the drama of reunions and separations plays out repeatedly.
Watching families, friends, and couples who haven’t seen each other for a long ti reunite with joy, the solitary Chairman Shi couldn’t help but furrow her brows, then gently exhaled to control her emotions, and patiently retrieved her phone from the limited edition knit clutch she had just debuted at the Milan sumr fashion week.
Since she wanted to keep a low profile, she should have changed the bag too.
Even though Director Shi has beco a guest on the list of the most influential businesswon in Shen Zhou, she is not a celebrity. Everyone around was busy reuniting or saying goodbye, paying no attention to a billionaire nearby.
Suddenly thought of Sister Luck again.
Truly, comparison is the thief of joy.
Sister Luck dares to boast about being rich enough to rival a nation with a hundred billion, making Director Shi seem modest and unassuming in comparison.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
Shi Qianxi glanced at the LED ad screen’s ti, thinking that waiting a bit longer wasn’t unbearable. After all, everyone knows about the traffic conditions in Kyoto; perhaps there was a delay due to a jam.
But the most she could tolerate was half an hour!
If it exceeded that...
Hmm.
Director Shi’s temperant had changed a lot, at least she had beco much more understanding. If the call connected and he gave a brief explanation, there surely wouldn’t be any trouble. But who knew, after the "beep" for a dozen seconds, the call was actually hung up.
Indeed.
It was hung up.
And not a long wait with an automatic disconnect.
At the mont of disconnection, Director Shi’s sharp face instantly stiffened, and her already smooth skin turned a shade paler.
The weather report today was supposed to be sunny, there was no ntion of wind or rain.
"Hiss—"
Shi Qianxi gripped her phone tightly, took a deep breath, hesitating whether to give another chance or just directly...
"Miss Shi."
A voice ca from the side.
Shi Qianxi instinctively turned her head and saw a woman’s face, with long flowing hair and a gentle, charming deanor.
The obviously "ordinary" Shi Qianxi was a bit surprised, remaining silent as she assessed the other party.
"Mr. Jiang sent to pick you up."
The other party explained.
Only then did Shi Qianxi realize.
Alright.
No need to think anymore.
She slowly put down the phone, "Who are you?"
"Hu Die."
A na she hadn’t heard before.
Could she be that guy’s bodyguard? Or a subordinate?
Having been raised in a wealthy and privileged environnt, Director Shi certainly wasn’t lacking in perspective, but what did it an to send an outsider to pick her up?
And a woman, no less.
Moreover, a woman with a good appearance, height, and figure.
Was it intentional?
Thinking back to the call being hung up earlier, Director Shi’s expression grew colder, her mood not eased but rather even more chilly.
"Where is he?"
"Mr. Jiang is in a eting at the company."
eting?
He doesn’t even have ti to take a call during the eting?
What?
Now that he’s in Kyoto, is he just a hardworking corporate cog?
Or a dedicated and dutiful boss?
"Tell him to co over."
The angry Chairman Shi was unequivocal, commanding and imperious. So people need external props to back them up, but she did not. The noble aura cultivated from a young age was her unfading calling card.
Ordinary people would definitely crumble under her pressure, but Hu Die was the one temporarily sent to pick her up.
When those few n were tearfully confessing about being forced at gunpoint to sing "Good Days," the uncles almost choked back injuries.
"Mr. Jiang is in a eting, he cannot co."
Hu Die repeated.
Shi Qianxi reiterated the order, her gaze icy, "Call him."
Hu Die remained unfazed, "Please follow , Miss Shi."
"Why should I go with you? Who are you?"
The second "who are you" was different from the first.
This ti, it was almost synonymous with saying, "Who do you think you are?" Although more subtle, it was indeed tinged with an air of insult.
But given Director Shi’s status, it’s not unreasonable to be cautious. If you follow a stranger away carelessly, what if you get kidnapped?
"Mr. Jiang is having a eting at the Great Wall Group. If Miss Shi doubts my identity, you can confirm it with Mr. Jiang, but it would be best for Miss Shi to send a ssage."
Having served several bosses, Hu Die’s professional deanor and ability to handle stress were certainly comndable. She remained calm and composed, courteous and neither humble nor arrogant.
Great Wall Group.
So that person is there too.
No wonder he wasn’t answering the call.
"Ha."
Shi Qianxi let out a cold smile, no longer wasting ti arguing with a servant.
"Move aside."
Hu Die stepped aside.
Shi Qianxi brushed past her, "You can leave now."
Hu Die ignored the comnt, silently following her steps.
Shi Qianxi stopped, undoubtedly on the verge of an outburst. If anyone familiar with her were present, they would surely stay far away.
"Didn’t you hear what I just said?"
Hu Die stopped as well, with an expression as unmoved as if executing a program, "Mr. Jiang sent to pick you up."
"I said, don’t follow ."
Although her emotions had stabilized a lot, she was still Shi Qianxi. If Hu Die wasn’t tactful now, a storm might be about to break out.
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