Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

“Miao Miao!”

“Uh, Sister Choi…”

Shen Wan stopped and turned towards the voice. She saw a woman in a professional suit, striding out of a small office. She appeared to be around thirty-five years old, wearing black-framed glasses on her nose, with an expressionless face that resembled a strict and conservative school principal.

Their eyes met, and Shen Wan saw clear surprise and panic in the woman’s eyes. After five seconds, she managed to compose herself, though her steps were slightly more hurried than before. Her previously stern face forced a smile, though it still looked somewhat stiff.

Shen Wan guessed that she probably didn’t smile much in her usual demeanor, and achieving this level of cordiality was likely a concerted effort.

“Sister Choi, did you call me?”

The woman didn’t respond. She walked directly past Miao Miao and stood in front of Shen Wan, lowered her gaze, and respectfully addressed her, “President Shen.”

Miao Miao was stunned.

Shen Wan glanced at her and then said, “Choi… Yun?”

“President Shen has an excellent memory. We spoke on the phone about two weeks ago.”

That’s right, the night before she left for Beihai, she had spoken with the Human Resources Manager at Mingya over the phone. Now, the calm voice she remembered and the slightly stiff woman in front of her had merged into one concrete image. Shen Wan nodded and complimented her, “You have a good eye.”

As soon as they met, Choi Yun recognized her.

In fact, this was thanks to the “Appointment Notice” issued by the group headquarters, which was faxed over along with Shen Wan’s personal file, including her identification photo. Choi Yun, as the Human Resources Manager, was the only one authorized to keep and review these documents.

In less than two minutes, the news of the new President finally making an appearance had spread throughout the company.

As the first employee to see the President’s true face, Miao Miao was surrounded by her colleagues, and questions and comments were fired at her. “What does the President look like? Is she pretty?”

“Did she say anything to you?”

“What’s her personality like? I heard that these former wealthy heiresses are very picky and difficult to get along with…”

“Alright, listen to me now!” Choi Yun appeared behind the crowd, and as soon as she spoke, the room fell silent.

Miao Miao let out a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and took the opportunity to slip away.

Oh my! In ail her twenty-plus years, this was the first time she had been so popular. How would you describe the feeling? It’s like… being surrounded by dozens of ducks, all eager to peck at her.

Life is precious, better make a run for it…

“Sister Choi, where’s President Shen?”

“At least let everyone catch a glimpse of her!”

“Yeah… so when we run into her in the elevator, we’ll know who to say hello to, right?”

Choi Yun’s calm gaze swept over the crowd. “No need to hurry. Prepare yourselves; we’ll meet in the main conference room in five minutes.”

With that, she turned and left.

Everyone began to move, and the once quiet office suddenly became bustling.

“Sis, can I borrow your mirror for a moment?”

“Where is it?”

“I had breakfast earlier, and it looks like my lipstick smudged. I just need to touch it up a bit…”

“Tsk, the President isn’t a man, is it really necessary?”

“Beauty is a state of being; it doesn’t matter whether it’s a man or a woman looking at you, right?”

“…Take it.”

“Thanks, mwah-”

“Such manners!”

Not too early and not too late, precisely five minutes later, all thirty-two employees of Mingya Advertising Company had assembled..