As an HR professional, Sister Duan's efficiency was unmatched. In less than three days, she had found a talented and capable planner for Ning Xingchen, ready to be poached from another company with a substantial offer.
That day, nearing noon, Ning Xingchen had originally planned to have lunch with Liu Mingyan, but Sister Duan mentioned that the talented planner wanted to meet Ning Xingchen to discuss their ideas and career plans.
Given that talents often have quirky temperaments, Ning Xingchen hesitated but eventually agreed, driving to the agreed-upon location.
At a high-end restaurant, Ning Xingchen parked his car and went inside.
Immediately, a lovely waitress approached him, "Sir, how many in your party?"
"I have a reservation." Ning Xingchen then gave her the private room number.
Following the young waitress, Ning Xingchen arrived at the second floor of the restaurant, in front of the private room door.
He knocked and then walked in.
Instantly, Ning Xingchen saw an extremely beautiful young lady, looking to be in her early twenties, as if she was still a student.
After one glance, Ning Xingchen couldn't look away. The girl was exceptionally beautiful, with delicate features, long black hair draped over her shoulders, and light makeup.
She wore a casual tight-fitting T-shirt and a beige knee-length skirt, paired with strappy high-heeled sandals. When she saw Ning Xingchen, she quickly stood up, appearing elegant, dignified, and a little bit sexy.
"Mr. Ning?" Chu Yinuo asked tentatively, blinking her big eyes.
"Hello, I'm Ning Xingchen. You must be Miss Chu?" Ning Xingchen smiled, as the sight of such a beautiful woman was incredibly pleasing.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Ning!" Confirming that it was Ning Xingchen, Chu Yinuo warmly extended her hand and smiled.
Ning Xingchen smiled and extended his hand to shake hers.
Her hand was incredibly soft, smooth, and delicate, making Ning Xingchen reluctant to let go, wanting to hold it forever.
What intrigued Ning Xingchen even more was the elegant and noble aura that Chu Yinuo exuded, a strong attraction to men, like a sacred and untouchable goddess.
Before coming, Sister Duan had mentioned that Chu Yinuo was a great beauty, but Ning Xingchen didn't believe it, thinking she was joking. He didn't expect it to be true.
Faced with such a beauty, if Ning Xingchen didn't feel anything, there would be something wrong with him.
Entering the private room, Chu Yinuo felt Ning Xingchen's intense gaze on her. She was somewhat uncomfortable but found her first impression of him quite good, likely because Ning Xingchen was handsome and exuded an elegant and refined aura.
"Mr. Ning, I haven't ordered yet. I don't know what you like to eat?" Chu Yinuo asked politely, as this man could very well become her boss.
"Miss Chu, there's no need to be formal. You can call me Xingchen. I'm not picky about food and like to try different flavors, especially when dining with a beautiful woman," Ning Xingchen joked, easing the slightly tense atmosphere.
"Mr. Ning, you're too kind. I'll order a few of this restaurant's signature dishes then," Chu Yinuo said, slightly embarrassed by Ning Xingchen's playful words.
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Chu Yinuo hadn't expected the boss of this unicorn company to be so young, looking as if he had just graduated from university.
She had already researched Xingyao Group, an innovative tech company steadily growing and highly competitive in the market.
"Mr. Ning, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet me. Allow me to toast you with tea instead of wine," Chu Yinuo raised her cup.
"Miss Chu, your name is well-known in Donghai. You're known as a marketing genius. Having the opportunity to dine with you is my honor," Ning Xingchen said, waving his hand with a smile.
He had read the information Sister Duan provided about Chu Yinuo. She was remarkable, a genius since childhood. At fifteen, she entered Harvard University in the United States and obtained a PhD in Business Administration within two years.
After graduation, she worked in the US, holding positions at well-known international 4A advertising companies like Ogilvy and McCann, even becoming a Vice President-level Creative Director.
After returning to China, she worked for several major domestic companies, including Blueberry Mobile.
"Mr. Ning, please don't flatter me. I'm just an employee," Chu Yinuo said, blinking her watery eyes.
"Miss Chu, you're too modest. Many famous planning cases in Donghai are attributed to you. The men who admire your talent and beauty could circle the Earth three times!" Ning Xingchen said sincerely, appreciating her unique Jiangnan beauty, gentle and charming.
"Mr. Ning, you're so humorous. If so many men were pursuing me, I wouldn't still be single!" Chu Yinuo laughed, her face full of joy.
Ning Xingchen was mesmerized, especially when she laughed. Her every move and smile exuded an irresistible intellectual beauty.
People often say that a woman's virtue lies in not being talented. However, a woman with both grace and exceptional beauty is the epitome of a perfect beauty.
"Miss Chu must have high standards, making it hard for most men to measure up!" Ning Xingchen chuckled.
Ning Xingchen had hit the nail on the head. Countless wealthy young men had pursued Chu Yinuo, but to her, they were no different from plain vegetables. She focused entirely on her work, which is why at twenty-three, she had never been in a relationship.
"Not at all. I'm not picky and very approachable." As they chatted, they became more familiar, and Chu Yinuo spoke more freely.
"Miss Chu, how about I pursue you?" Ning Xingchen said without hesitation.
Chu Yinuo widened her eyes in surprise. She hadn't expected Ning Xingchen to be so straightforward.
"Mr. Ning, you probably already have a girlfriend, right?"
In truth, Chu Yinuo found Ning Xingchen to be an ideal boyfriend candidate: tall, handsome, humorous, and likely to make a girl happy. Most importantly, he was young yet owned a promising company, indicating his capability.
He was unlike the pampered, idle rich kids she knew, who lived off their wealth and achieved nothing.