C15 Disregarding

Stepping inside the company, the interior was a whole new world. Layer upon layer of circular glass structures offered an expansive view. The floors spiraled upward like a serpent, suggesting the building had at least dozens of stories. Looking up, the top seemed almost out of sight.

Yang Wanwan was notoriously bad with directions. If left to navigate the company alone, she'd surely end up dizzy from wandering in circles.

To the right of the company lobby was the path to the elevators. Wanwan felt like she was in a five-star hotel, with six elevators on each side. One elevator had a small gold plaque next to it. What could that be?

This was Wanwan's first time in such a large company, and everything piqued her curiosity.

"That's the VIP elevator, reserved for the CEO," a voice suddenly said, startling Wanwan.

She patted her chest and turned to see the woman who had spoken. The woman had chestnut waves, a petite, oval face, and thin, arched eyebrows. She wore a plaid linen shirt under a long white coat, exuding a sharp and professional vibe.

At that moment, a hint of mockery flashed in her bright eyes. Beirong Group was, after all, one of the world's top 100 companies. How did someone like this get hired? Her cheap-looking shirt and coat screamed poverty, as if her face was the only redeeming feature.

A fresh and delicate face, untouched by makeup, with gracefully arched eyebrows and eyes that seemed to speak, captivating and charming. Her rosy lips—she truly had a bewitching face.

Soong Yingying thought this, feeling jealousy simmering within her.

Yang Wanwan noticed Soong Yingying's expression, as if silently questioning her right to be in this elevator.

"Oh..." Yang Wanwan felt uneasy under Soong Yingying's gaze. If she had truly earned her position through her own abilities, she might have felt more confident, but...

"I pulled some strings for you."

The man's words echoed in her mind again. Oh, Yang Wanwan, you can't keep thinking about that man.

And just like that, as if thinking of the devil made him appear, the VIP elevator doors opened, and a poised man stepped out.

Tall and slender, dressed in a deep black suit, his shirt impeccably neat. His hands casually tucked into his pockets, and his amber, narrow eyes slightly squinted, exuding an air of authority. Even a mere glance from him felt overwhelmingly imposing.

Yet, why did his gaze seem so unfamiliar, as if he had never known her? But of course, with his esteemed status, why would he know someone like her? They were from different worlds, like parallel lines in middle school math—no matter how they intersected, they would never share the same space.

"Yang Wanwan, don't overestimate yourself."

But why was there this inexplicable feeling of disappointment? Yang Wanwan felt a bit uncomfortable, like a corner of her heart was being tightly squeezed. This feeling of being directly ignored was really suffocating.

"Good morning, Mr. Yeh," Soong Yingying said softly, her lips curling into a bright, captivating smile, her eyes openly filled with admiration.

Yang Wanwan, however, seemed lost, just staring blankly at Yeh Beijin, looking, to be honest, a bit foolish.

Seeing this, Soong Yingying's smirk became even more pronounced.

Hmph, I've seen women like this before. The moment they see the boss, they're so captivated by his stunning looks and aura that they forget what to say.

Yeh Beijin nodded slightly in acknowledgment. He exuded an aura of aloofness and elegance that naturally drew people in.

In fact, the more reserved a man is, the more attractive he becomes, making others want to win him over with their own charm. It’s quite satisfying to achieve that.

Soong Yingying was exactly that kind of person.

"Mr. Yeh, there's a meeting about product development in the Asia-Pacific region at 11 a.m., and at 2 p.m., there's a contract signing with the Dilan Company..."

Behind Yeh Beijin, his assistant was meticulously detailing the day's schedule. Yeh Beijin gazed ahead with a distant look, leaving it unclear whether he was listening. However, Assistant Xu knew that the CEO was aware of everything. With his photographic memory, he could recall anything after seeing it once. It was puzzling why he asked to hear the schedule again. Ah, the CEO's thoughts were truly hard to decipher.

Despite his busy schedule, it was surprising that he had taken the time to visit her home and tell her to come to work. Yang Wanwan found it almost unbelievable, as if those days had been a dream. Standing here now felt like a dream itself, didn't it? This thought crossed her mind, and a sense of disappointment clouded her clear eyes. Yeh Beijin seemed to notice and glanced at her, his look carrying a mix of complex emotions.

In the VIP room of the East District's Bihuihuang Restaurant, a man was trying to negotiate with Yeh Beijin, though it was more of a one-sided decision by Yeh. "Mr. Yeh, do you think we could increase the investment in product development?" the man asked with a sycophantic smile.

Yeh Beijin responded with a casual tone, "What do you mean?" as if leaving some room for discussion.

Sensing a glimmer of hope, the man swallowed his excitement and boldly proposed, "Ten million dollars."

"Six million," Beijin replied without hesitation.

"Mr. Beijin, you can't be serious..." The man seemed incredulous.

"If it weren't for Beirong Group buying your property rights, do you think you'd get a single cent?" Beijin interrupted, coldly laying out the facts.

The man's face turned pale, but he eventually agreed.

In the Maybach, Beijin received a call from an unknown number. He was about to hang up when he glanced at the screen.

"Beijin, don't think you can just walk away from this," a woman's voice came through the phone.

"Miss Ann, I have no idea what you're talking about, and I'm busy," Beijin replied, clearly lacking patience and dismissing her outright.

"Beijin, Beij..." The line went dead, and with a frustrated "smack," Ann Jinse threw her phone down in anger.

"Beijin, who do you think you are, looking down on me, Ann Jinse? You think you can keep dodging me with excuses? I'm telling you, no way."