Forty minutes later, on the top floor of the Huo group's headquarters.
Zhao Siqing was invited into an exquisite and luxurious office. A woman wearing a dark green satin blouse and black wide-legged pants was sitting in front of the tea table, making tea.
The woman had exquisite makeup and a capable demeanor.
Time had not left many traces on her body. On the contrary, it had given her an imposing aura.
With just a glance, Zhao Siqing recognized this woman as the Huo family's mistress, the famous Mrs. Huo.
Mrs. Huo did not raise her head. As she poured out the tea, she said gently, "I'm sorry to have invited you over in such a way. Please don't blame me."
Zhao Siqing smiled and said gently, "Mrs. Huo's way of inviting people is a little unique."
Mrs. Huo pushed a cup of tea in front of Zhao Siqing. Then, she clasped her hands together and looked at Zhao Siqing. "I won't beat around the bush with you. I invited Miss Zhao here this time because I want to hire you as my son's psychiatrist."
Hearing that, Zhao Siqing did not say anything.
'Mrs. Huo's son?
'Could it be the famous young master of the Huo Family?
'However, with the status of the Huo family, what kind of doctor do they want?
'Why would they get a woman like me who's at the center of the storm?'
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Siqing asked, "You know my reputation now. Aren't you afraid that after my treatment, Mr. Huo's illness will be even more serious?"
Mrs. Huo said lightly, "Zhao Siqing, 24 years old, from Binjiang. She graduated with the highest grades in psychology from Harvard. She returned to China half a year ago and founded Siqing's psychology studio. I've checked, your results and qualifications are genuine."
Zhao Siqing looked straight at the elegant woman in front of her and said slowly, "But I still don't understand why Mrs. Huo came to me."
She had lived for so many years, and she did not believe that such a big opportunity would fall into her lap for no reason.
Mrs. Huo looked at her and said slowly, "Jingchen rejects all psychologists, but just two hours ago, he ordered the Public Relations Department under the Huo Corporation to invest a lot of money and manpower to change the direction of public opinion for you. So I think Miss Zhao must have something special."
Zhao Siqing was a little surprised. 'Huo Jingchen?
'Was it him who helped me deal with public opinion on the Internet?
'But I'm so sure I don't know this allegedly ruthless man.
'So why has he helped me?'
Without waiting for Zhao Siqing to speak, Mrs. Huo said again, "If Miss Zhao agrees, the Huo family will investigate the cause of Chu Yue's death for you and give you justice. In addition, I will pay Miss Zhao an annual salary of 50 million. Additionally, all of Miss Zhao's expenses during this period will be borne by the Huo family."
Zhao Siqing came back to her senses and could not help but sigh at the wealth of the Huo family.
With the 50 million salary and the truth of Chu Yue's suicide, she seemed to have no reason to refuse.
She looked at Mrs. Huo and said quickly, "Deal."
Mrs. Huo revealed a satisfied smile. She stood up and took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Zhao Siqing.
"Jingchen's illness is a little complicated. His mood is very unstable, and he often has nightmares and headaches. In addition, there are also some complicated personality disorders. Take these documents back and read them. If there are no problems, I will take you to see him."
Zhao Siqing took the documents and flipped through them briefly, then replied, "Okay."
A moment later, the two stopped outside the door of another office.
Mrs. Huo knocked on the door and pushed it open. "Jingchen, I've found a psychiatrist for you..."
"Get out." Before she could even finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a deep voice.