The girl's shrill voice abruptly and excitedly rose in the private room.
The Yanhuang managers who had never seen Gu Xiaoer all simultaneously dropped their jaws: There's a girl in Mr. Han's room! No, no, the girl is actually yelling at Mr. Han!
Unaware of the situation, they were thrown into complete disarray, their hearts trembling incessantly. If not for the tense atmosphere, they would have rushed to cover the girl's mouth.
That clueless girl, does she not know how terrifying it is to anger that emperor-like man?!
Wei Feng stood there helplessly, at that moment wishing he could slap himself. His wife was already there, and just now the Boss must have been "handling business," but then he blundered in and spoke out of turn—wasn't the Boss's identity now exposed...
"Xiao Er..."
Han Luoli's steps suddenly froze in place, inside and outside of the door, an instant silence descended.
Several managers were stunned. Not only did Mr. Han not get angry, but he also stopped walking?!
Were they not going to throw the girl out?
A myriad of words twisted in his throat, the man's gaze fell into the girl's large, watery eyes. They stood facing each other, a torrent of emotions rapidly flowing between them.
Gu Xiaoer stared straight at the man's familiar features and contours, scrutinizing every detail as if trying to see right through him.
Just ten minutes before, they had been in an intimate embrace, and now, it felt as though they were separated by a thousand miles.
She remembered how she was drugged by her father and despicable sister, struggling, helpless, and on the verge of collapsing beneath that idiotic man. It was this man who suddenly appeared from nowhere, rescued her, and gave her a perfect night.
She remembered the fire at her residence, watching his soaring figure through the window as he fearlessly rushed to her side, shielding her from all danger. She lightly claimed that the male publicist had taken a liking to her, and she had taken a liking to the male publicist...
She also remembered last night's confession on the yacht at Golden Beach, when the man sincerely declared his love: Han Luoli had fallen in love with Gu Xiaoer. The fireworks from last night were still so vivid in her mind!
All this, it wasn't fake, was it...?
She also recalled standing under the towering building of Shenghan Group, looking up devoutly and humbly at the top floor. Back then, the entire body of reinforced glass coldly reflected the sunlight, yet she still yearned for it, fantasizing about the rotund CEO's grand silhouette.
Shenghan Group, dominating half the territory of Mofeng City, backed by a family with the power to shake Country C.
A constant presence on global financial channels, a corporate group frequently featured in interviews by international magazines.
In Country C, who didn't know of Shenghan Group?
According to news reports, Shenghan Group had already signed a deal for the development of a new district, planning to turn Mofeng City into an international city.
At this very moment, the CEO that was the subject of those rumors, the one she admired from afar but could never reach, was right before her eyes.
No, he had always been by her side.
This, it wasn't real, was it...?
What on earth was the truth?
Gu Xiaoer slowly raised the document in her hand, her restrained sobbing causing her lips to quiver: "Who, who exactly are you?"
"Xiao Er!" Han Luoli gently stepped forward, reaching out to wipe away the large tears rolling down Gu Xiaoer's face, his heart aching for her: "I am no one in particular, I'm just your man!"
He knew that one day his identity would be revealed, and he would face a situation like this. He wished for nothing, just hoping that her anger would be slight, that she could forgive his concealment.
"Da Luoluo..." Gu Xiaoer bit her lower lip, its colorless flesh almost turned transparent, she choked back a sob: "I, I should go back to school, the headmaster is still waiting for my response..."