When the staff mber saw Song Nianhuan, stars appeared in their eyes, almost rushing forward to give her a hug.
Song Nianhuan was very polite, sweetly greeting the staff in front of her, "Hello, beautiful sister."
The staff mber imdiately bead, their eyes curved as they politely replied, "Hello to you too!"
The spot Ji Sifan chose was clearly picked to admire the beauty seated there.
Song Nianhuan thought for a mont, then directly ca up with a phrase to describe that seat, looking up at Ji Sifan and said, "Uncle, your choice is simply a perfect blend of ti, place, and people..."
Ji Sifan lowered his head, his gaze falling upon that cute yet pretty little face. There was no denying that Song Nianhuan’s appearance was of the type that everyone adored, especially since this little one was quite whimsical.
But Ji Sifan wasn’t too fond of little kids at this age, not that they were hard to handle, but they were indeed mischievous. Just take today as an example, where this little girl managed to get snot and drool all over his clothes; it wasn’t the first ti.
Last ti, this little girl got into a fight with kids in the neighborhood, and when she couldn’t win, she just sat there crying. When they arrived, she wouldn’t let anyone hold her except him. Although he was a bit reluctant at the ti, he was quite surprised she relied on him so much... In the end, she let him hold her just to wipe her tears and snot all over his clothes, and after cleaning her face, she let Chu Munan hold her.
It proved that you shouldn’t spoil her too much, otherwise she’d be running wild.
The man’s face showed a faint smile, a sly glint passing behind his sunglasses, as he bent down to look at her, "Who said I ca to look at pretty ladies? I’m sitting here to see if anyone wants to buy you..."
The little girl widened her eyes in disbelief at Ji Sifan, saying, "Uncle, I’m so adorable, and you’re willing to sell ?"
"Of course, given that uncle is short on cash right now..."
The little girl imdiately gave him a disdainful look, then ignoring him, she trotted over to the sofa, climbed up, and sat herself down.
Ji Sifan stood straight, watching the girl’s back, unable to hold back a smile, evidently in a very good mood.
...
In the CEO’s office on the 32nd floor of RQ Group, a woman seemingly around thirty years old, whose appearance exuded a certain air, clearly of mixed Eastern and Western descent, sat inside. Her long hair was neatly tied up, her face was devoid of a smile, wearing a serious expression as she looked at the docunts in front of her and the data on the notebook beside her. The desk was piled with nurous files and materials.
This woman was none other than Gu Qing, the CEO of RQ dia Group.
Gu Qing, being the CEO of RQ Group, the largest multinational corporation in Paris, had few who knew her true identity because she never accepted dia interviews, never appeared on talk shows, nor attended any public events, often leaving such matters to her subordinates or the company’s general manager to handle.
Her way of doing things was no less effective than other CEOs, and she was even more decisive. Her managent skills were extraordinary; otherwise, RQ Group wouldn’t have transford from a modestly-known listed company to a renowned multinational enterprise within just five years under her leadership.
Due to her low-key and mysterious nature, the public had always been in the dark about RQ Group’s real boss, speculating that the owner might be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, never guessing that the CEO was a young woman like Gu Qing.
More importantly, few anticipated that, not only was the CEO such an elegant beauty, but also the Vice President of RQ Group was exceptionally beautiful.
And this beautiful lady from the East was none other than... Song Qiao.
The office door was knocked, and without raising her head, Gu Qing said to enter, then she picked up a pen to sign her na on the docunt.
The door opened, and a figure walked in, the sound of high heels striking the floor resonated within the office.
Recognizing the footsteps alone, Gu Qing imdiately looked up at the visitor, knowing who it was without needing to see.
As expected, when she looked up, the person who entered was none other than Song Qiao.
Gu Qing instantly flashed a smile, teasing, "Oh, Vice President Song, what brings you to my office today?"
Song Qiao wore an orange knit top, with casual cropped pants, and instead of her usual high heels, she sported white sneakers, her originally wavy hair tied up, adorned with refined makeup, looking incredibly youthful and energetic.
Five years were enough to change soone, and Song Qiao had changed considerably during this ti. She was no longer indecisive as before, nor did she dwell on trivial matters; she had learned to treat herself well in life.
This ensemble was quite normal for her, as if work didn’t require it, she wouldn’t dress formally in a suit and heels, opting instead for a more youthful and energetic look.
Song Qiao smiled, her skin still as smooth and flawless as before, with not a hint of aging. She walked over to sit across from Gu Qing, placing the bag she carried in front of her, smiling lightly, "I was passing by your favorite dessert shop on my way here, and I bought you so desserts. I intended for Xiyan to bring them up, but considering they were all eaten by her halfway last ti, I had to deliver them myself this ti."
Xiyan was Gu Qing’s half-sister, and in truth, the two sisters’ fate was not as perfect as outsiders presud. Gu Qing’s mother passed away when Gu Qing was very young, and then her father married Xiyan’s mother. Xiyan was born when Gu Qing was seven. However, when Gu Qing was sixteen and Xiyan was nine, their father and Xiyan’s mother died in a car accident, leaving Gu Qing, Xiyan, and their seventy-year-old grandfather to depend on each other.
And it was five years ago that their grandfather passed away from illness, leaving RQ Group to Gu Qing.
At that ti, despite RQ Group being a small conglorate, it faced nurous challenges.
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