The position he had been waiting for, for more than a decade, perhaps two, how could he let Jiang Muwan take it?
Upon hearing this, Jiang Lin seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, scoffing with utter disdain, "Wishful thinking."
Yet Jiang Muwan wasn't riled by the remark, instead she looked at Jiang Lin with an extraordinarily calm demeanor before pushing the door open to exit the car.
She once yearned for the actual power of a vice president, but now she sought a position at the very top.
Wishful thinking?
Then let it be wishful thinking!
She hadn't even reached out to hail a taxi when an inconspicuous and dusty black cab stopped before her. Jiang Muwan stood by the car without any intention of getting in, after all, she was still quite cautious.
It wasn't until the person popped the passenger side door and respectfully called out to her, "Madam," that she let her guard down.
A man of Gu Jiangnian.
Jiang Muwan's defenses instantly fell away.
