Zhou Yi Heng also smiled, and said, "Hello, Zhou Yi Heng."
As he spoke, he reached out with his right hand and gently took hold of the girl's white, jade-like fingertips.
The girl's hands were soft, delicate, and her slender fingertips carried a hint of a coolness that touched people's hearts. This coolness traveled straight to his heart through his fingertips, causing him a momentary daze.
After they took their seats, Chu Jin took out the prepared contract and got straight to the point, "President Zhou, here's the contract. Please take a look."
Seeing her straightforwardness, Zhou Yi Heng asked with some confusion, "Miss Chu, don't you want to take a look at the interior of the coffee shop?" Or perhaps some other information about the cafe?
And after all, 12 million is not a small sum.
This girl in front of him seems to be only around seventeen or eighteen years old...
Zhou Yi Heng narrowed his eyes, and when he looked at Chu Jin again, there was a different look in his eyes.
"It's not necessary," Chu Jin shook her head. "President Zhou, please review the contract first. I've already signed my part, so if you find it satisfactory, you can just sign it."
"I apologize," Zhou Yi Heng chuckled, "if I may ask bluntly, Miss Chu, how old are you this year?"
She wasn't some rich kid with nothing better to do than to play around with him, was she?
Chu Jin, of course, understood the implication of Zhou Yi Heng's words and said with raised eyebrows, "President Zhou, rest assured, I'm already of age, so the signature has legal force. Besides, today I've brought a check with me."
Perceiving that there was not even a trace of jest in Chu Jin's words, Zhou Yi Heng continued to inquire, "May I know what you plan to do with my coffee shop after you buy it?"
At that question, Chu Jin's gaze grew distant as she lifted her cup and took a sip of coffee, speaking slowly, "I was very fond of the former Yan Yuzhai."
Her expression now bore a touch of melancholy, longing, and also a fleeting hint of past splendor.
But that was only for a moment. Soon enough, she returned to her usual nonchalant demeanor.
The former Yan Yuzhai.
The former Yan Yuzhai was a bookstore. Could it be that she wanted to...
Zhou Yi Heng had not expected her to say something like that.
Girls of her age usually had heads full of whimsical and unrealistic thoughts.
Like his niece, who had also asked him for this space, saying she wanted to open some sort of specialty store for her idol.
"Are you planning to open a bookstore again?" Zhou Yi Heng asked, voicing his puzzlement.
"Yes." Chu Jin gave a slight nod.
"Do you know that the previous bookstore was not very profitable and was in a state of loss every year, which is why its owner transferred it to me, and in fact, the coffee shop's daily profit is quite good now. Are you sure you want to reopen a bookstore?" Instead of a coffee shop?
This man sure does meddle a lot!
Chu Jin bit her lip and said, "I'm not a businessman."
Businesspeople prioritize profit, but she was just a young girl. Does a young girl need to consider so much?
Does a young girl need a reason to be capricious?
Chu Jin had the air of someone with money to indulge her whims.
The smile at the corner of Zhou Yi Heng's mouth began to grow, and he couldn't deny that this girl was much more interesting than he had thought.
This lively and pleasant conversation was fully observed by the waiter standing at the bar.
All she did was go to the washroom to touch up her makeup.
And she hadn't expected this woman to actually have some tricks up her sleeve, managing to arrange a meeting with Zhou Yi Heng.
She watched the two chatting and laughing with resentment, then picked up a cup of coffee from the counter and walked towards Chu Jin's table.
In her hand was a cappuccino ordered by the table behind them.
Then, in heels about ten centimeters high, she walked elegantly toward them.
Meanwhile, Chu Jin was just finishing up the last issue in her negotiation with Zhou Yi Heng.
Just as Zhou Yiheng held the pen and was signing the last character on the contract.
A waiter happened to walk by them when suddenly, she stumbled, her body leaning sharply forward, and the cappuccino in her hand was not steadied, spilling directly onto Chu Jin's clothes.
The snow-white shirt was stained with the thick cappuccino, and the viscous liquid immediately spread from a small patch to a large one.
It was indeed a sight too pitiful to endure.
A stroke of ill-luck, Chu Jin thought, she must have forgotten to check the almanac before leaving the house today.
But when she saw the waiter's face clearly, she no longer thought so; this waiter was clearly the same person who had attended to her earlier.
The waiter still maintained her posture sitting fallen on the ground.
Chu Jin watched her, and she watched Chu Jin, with not a hint of apology in her eyes.
On the contrary, there seemed to be a provocative meaning in them.
This was getting interesting—when had she offended her?
Seeing this, Zhou Yiheng immediately stood up anxiously and asked Chu Jin how she was, "Miss Chu, are you alright?"
Then he frowned and scolded the waiter who had fallen on the ground:
"What's going on? Which area are you from? How can you be so careless? Get up and apologize to the guest right now."
The waiter turned her head pitifully and said with a grievance, "Yi Heng, it's me."
Yi Heng?
Was she... an old acquaintance?
Chu Jin silently watched the pair.
Zhou Yiheng also seemed to be stunned; he had not expected that the waiter would be—
"Manyao, it's you?"
Sun Manyao spoke with some grievance, "Yi Heng, I've fallen and it hurts."
At Zhou Yiheng's words, Chu Jin seemed to recall something.
Manyao, Sun Manyao, could it be that this waiter was in fact the only daughter of the Sun family in Capital City—Sun Manyao?
The Sun family was considered a century-old household in Capital City, and Sun Manyao, as the sole heiress among their many descendants, was normally coddled and pampered.
Chu Jin remembered having met her once at a banquet in a past life; no wonder she seemed familiar.
Zhou Yiheng quickly helped Sun Manyao up, "Are you alright? Where does it hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Sun Manyao shook her head, "I'm fine, Yi Heng, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"I'm sorry, Miss Chu," Zhou Yiheng apologized to Chu Jin politely: "This is a sister of mine, she has been quite mischievous since childhood, I'm really sorry. Manyao, quickly apologize to Miss Chu."
"I won't!" Sun Manyao stubbornly turned her head away, "It wasn't on purpose!"
"You..." Zhou Yiheng was about to scold her, only to see Sun Manyao's gaze quickly shift to the contract, and a hint of fury ignited in her rather attractive eyes, "Yi Heng! What is this? Why are you giving her the shop? Wasn't it agreed that I would take over this coffee shop?"
Hadn't she endured humiliation and worked as a little waiter in this coffee shop for so many days just to make Zhou Yiheng see her in a new light?
She wanted to prove to Zhou Yiheng that she was not just a prodigal daughter who only knew how to spend money.
She had practical abilities; she had a business mind; she would manage this coffee shop well and make it outstanding.
It was all agreed upon; how could Zhou Yiheng go back on his word!
Sun Manyao's gaze turned towards Chu Jin, her almond-shaped eyes filled with intense resentment.
It must all be because of her! This woman with the Chu surname!
She must have bewitched Zhou Yiheng.