At 7:30 in the morning, Shen Jianian came down from upstairs and met Fu Jichen in the restaurant.
Ever since she knew that the person in front of her was the eldest grandson of the Fu family in Beicheng and the future heir of the Junshan Group, she felt a little more afraid of him.
That is unconscious surrender to the superior.
Even if the Shen family is not in decline, it is still far from the threshold of the Fu family because the active circles are different. The Fu family is a top wealthy family that has been prospering for hundreds of years. The Shen family, who started from scratch, cannot be compared with it.
Shen Jianian walked to the dining table: "Good morning, Mr. Fu."
"Morning." Fu Jichen glanced at her with calm eyes and put down the coffee cup in his hand.
The weather is getting warmer today, with temperatures reaching 30 degrees. Shen Jia Nian wore a pure white flat-collar dress, with a tight waist visible at the waistline, and a crisp windbreaker on top, which just neutralized the softness and added a touch of neatness.
Zhou Rongzhen brought breakfast and put it on the table. There were both Chinese and Western styles. The taste was light and focused on nutrition and health.
Shen Jianian remained silent, slowly finished half a bowl of red bean porridge, ate a steamed bun, and quietly raised his eyes to look across. Fu Jichen didn't know when he had finished eating, and was leaning on the back of his chair to read his tablet. Shen Jia Nian did not dare to delay and quickly took out a tissue to wipe his mouth: "I'm done eating."
Fu Jichen was indeed waiting for her. After hearing this, he locked the tablet, took it in his hand, stood up and walked out.
Shen Jia Nian hurriedly followed, almost forgetting to pick up his phone if Zhou Rongzhen hadn't reminded him.
The driver who took her to Yin's house that day was waiting beside the car and opened the back seat door with an indifferent expression. After Fu Jichen sat firmly, the door did not close.
Shen Jianian hesitated and opened the passenger door.
The cold expression on Qu Mo's face cracked, and the corners of his eyes even twitched twice. When he was distracted, Shen Jianian had already buckled his seat belt and was just waiting to set off. Qu Mo looked at the boss in the back seat. The latter raised his hand and was too lazy to care about it.
Qu Mo understood and closed the car door for him.
It was quiet all the way, and the car stopped under Dongke's office building.
Fu Jichen got off the car and walked into the hall. Where he passed, the words "Good morning, Mr. Chen" kept coming and going. After greeting the staff, they all peeked at the girl behind Mr. Chen, guessing her identity.
There were only two people in the CEO's exclusive elevator, Shen Jianian and Fu Jichen. Shen Jianian followed those people and called him "Mr. Chen" and said thoughtfully: "Excuse me, what is my job?"
She studied art, practiced cello hard since she was a child, and graduated from the top music conservatory in the country. If it weren't for her father's poor health and frequent heart attacks, she should have gone abroad to study with Pei Che.
Shen Jianian didn't know anything about the work that the president's assistant was responsible for, and was worried that he would mess it up.
"Zhu Yilan will assign tasks to you. If you don't understand, ask her." Fu Jichen said, "You can't become fat by eating one bite. If you don't know how, you should learn more and think more."
As soon as the elevator door opened, Shen Jianian saw Zhu Yilan in his mouth.
Zhu Yilan's expression changed slightly. In the past, her eyes only revolved around Fu Jichen. As long as he was around, she would never pay attention to others. For the first time, she saw the people around him first.
Shen Jianian walked out of the elevator one step behind Fu Jichen.
"Mr. Chen." Zhu Yilan narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the folder.
The elevator door slowly closed behind her, and Fu Jichen's eyes fell on her head. He was always calm and cold in the workplace, and only talked about business: "From today on, she is the assistant to the president. I will leave her to you. Teach her well."
Zhu Yilan had met this girl at Rose Manor that day. After returning home, he had made many guesses about her relationship with Fu Jichen. He never thought that when they meet again, it would be like this.
"Mr. Chen, I'm afraid..." She was actually in a bit of a dilemma. She had to deal with a lot of things every day, and she didn't have the extra energy to teach a newcomer who seemed to know nothing.
Moreover, the identity of this girl is a mystery, and she is neither a minor nor a serious person. If she offends someone, I don’t know what is waiting for her.
Fu Jichen's voice was cold: "What, are you worried?"
Zhu Yilan was always straightforward and decisive when facing him, and rarely hesitated: "No. Mr. Chen, why don't you just explain the nature of the work you want to arrange for her."
"Just do whatever you want." Fu Jichen frowned and looked at her with an unhappy tone. When did this person become timid?
Zhu Yilan had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the task: "Okay, I understand."
Fu Jichen stopped looking at her and strode past her to the office.
Shen Jianian stayed where he was, pursed his lips and glanced at Zhu Yilan who looked quite helpless, knowing that he was a trouble to others: "Secretary Zhu."
"You go to the secretary's office and wait for me first. I have a document to process here." Zhu Yilan pointed out the direction of the secretary's office to her, turned around and pressed the elevator button.
*
Shen Jianian appeared in the secretary's office, causing an instant commotion.
There are six spacious workstations in the open and clean office, with a single room separated by a glass door. There were men and women sitting at the workstation, all looking towards her.
"Who are you refering to?"
"I'm sorry, you can't just enter the secretary's office. You have something to go out and wait for."
Two voices sounded at the same time, and Shen Jia Nian walked calmly to the aisle. Although she was not confident, she had attended many large occasions with her parents and would not show any timidity: "Hello, my name is Shen Jia Nian. I may work with you in the future."
There was an explosion in the secretary's office, and everyone looked strange.
Generally speaking, "airborne troops" are either those with connections or those with outstanding abilities. But to say that you have outstanding abilities, which one of you here is a simple character? All of them graduated from prestigious schools with excellent grades and passed various interviews to make their way out of thousands of people.
The girl in front of me... is a bit intriguing.
Soon after, Zhu Yilan came back and led Shen Jianian to go through the entry procedures, regardless of the inquiring glances from his colleagues.
In the name column, she saw that the girl had filled in "Shen Jianian" and was stunned for a moment. If her surname was Fu, she would feel better.
However, it is also possible that he is a distant relative of the Fu family.
Thinking of something, Zhu Yilan quickly overturned this guess. She had seen Chen Zong's attitude towards her biological sister, who was a compatriot of her own mother, and he was impatient to say another word.
"Secretary Zhu, is it okay to fill it out like this?" Shen Jianian handed her a filled-in form.
Zhu Yilan came back to his senses and scanned the other contents with a faint expression. There was nothing special about it: "Well, no problem."
Shen Jia Nian received his work badge and looked at the fresh ID photo on it, looking a little dazed.
"Today, let's get familiar with the working environment first. I will send you a document about the things to pay attention to later. You can read it slowly." Zhu Yilan said as he walked back, "I have to remind you that we have a dress code. Please try to dress as much as possible in the future. Formal wear."
Shen Jianian took a look at her clothes. This was the most workplace-style clothes she had found in the cloakroom. Wasn't it unqualified?
When he was about to observe others, a female secretary happened to be passing by with a coffee cup. Shen Jianian glanced at the person calmly, wearing a white shirt, a black knee-length pencil skirt, stockings, and high heels.
Looking at Zhu Yilan in front of him, the colors of his shirt and skirt are different, but the style is the same.
"I understand, I will pay attention next time." Shen Jianian nodded and obeyed unconditionally.
Seeing her obedient look, Zhu Yilan felt a little comforted.
*
After many inquiries, Yin Shuyao learned that Qin Zhongtian's son Qin Fan was celebrating his friend's birthday at the Xinghai Entertainment Club tonight.
At nine o'clock in the evening, she dressed up and visited the club.
The birthday party was held on the tenth floor, in the largest VIP box. Yin Shuyao stepped out of the elevator in strappy high heels and walked in the direction where the atmosphere was the loudest. Sure enough, she found Qin Fan among the crowd.
He was wearing a light blue suit without a tie. The collar of his white shirt was unbuttoned with two buttons. He was leaning on the sofa casually, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and shaking it gently. He put one arm on the back of the sofa. .
Yin Shuyao was preparing her opening words to strike up a conversation, but before she walked over, a young girl was one step ahead of her, sitting in the only empty seat next to Qin Fan, smiling and talking in his ear.
Qin Fan tilted his head, his gentle and affectionate peach blossom eyes seemed to be electric, causing the girl to cover her face in shyness.
Yin Shuyao frowned slightly, not wanting anyone to steal her limelight.
Forget the opening remarks, she bent down and picked up a glass of red wine from the coffee table, smiling coquettishly at Qin Fan: "Young Master Qin, I'd like to toast you."
She has the prettiest eyebrows, and today she specially wore sequined eye shadow. The thin mermaid-colored light flows under the light, like a mermaid that has just landed.
Yin Shuyao drank the red wine in the glass, raising the swan neck in a graceful manner.
Qin Fan glanced at her twice, raised the goblet in his hand to signal her, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I recognize you."
Yin Shuyao's eyes were filled with excitement, and she blinked cutely and asked, "Really?"
"At my grandma's birthday party, you and your... cousin came together." Qin Fan glanced behind her casually, "She didn't come together?"
Yin Shuyao's joy was extinguished by a bucket of cold water, and her face turned a little darker.
The light in the box just dimmed, and Qin Fan didn't notice anything strange about her. He crossed his long legs and took a sip of wine. The words he said were like stabbing Yin Shuyao's heart.
"Ask your sisters to come over and play together."
Qin Fan raised the corners of his lips and smiled handsomely.
The girl who was staying next to Qin Fan couldn't get in the conversation, so she walked away because she found it boring. Yin Shuyao sat down next to Qin Fan with her bare shoulders. She suppressed the sourness in her heart and smiled sweetly: "It's not enough for me to accompany Mr. Qin."
Qin Fan leaned towards her, his thin lips close to her ears, and his voice was very ambiguous and charming: "What is your sister's name?"
"...That's my cousin." Yin Shuyao corrected him, feeling depressed and speaking slowly, "She no longer lives in our house."
It can be seen that Qin Fan did not know about the affair between his father and Shen Jiannian at all.
I really don't understand what kind of magic power Shen Jia Nian has. All the men are fascinated when they see her and never forget her.
One hand was held by Qin Fan, and Yin Shuyao's heart suddenly stopped, almost stopping.
Qin Fan took out his mobile phone and stuffed it into her palm, saying with confusion: "If I don't live in your house, I won't have any contact with her. Call her and use my mobile phone."
Yin Shuyao bit her lip angrily, closed her palms and held the phone tightly. Just as she was thinking about how to deal with Qin Fan, a ridiculous idea suddenly flashed through her mind. She swallowed and said, "My cousin doesn't like crowded places. How about taking some time and I can help you ask her out alone?"
"You're still thoughtful. The day after tomorrow, I'll be free the day after tomorrow." Qin Fan smiled, put his arm around her shoulders and patted her gently, "The benefits of being a matchmaker like you are indispensable when things are done."
