When people from Sanyang Group saw this woman, their expressions were all extremely respectful. In response to others' greetings, she would merely nod, never speaking.
She headed straight into the office building, aiming for the thirty-sixth floor.
In the CEO's office, Fan Shaoming leaned back in his swivel chair, turning it back and forth, his right hand holding a thick stack of A4 papers—all information on Su Xiaoyue, but unfortunately, there was more than one Su Xiaoyue.
Jiang Yi sure had skills. The guy had a big backer, an inexhaustible resource. In just a few short hours, he had managed to find everyone in City A named Su Xiaoyue, even attaching their photos to prevent Fan Shaoming from failing to find the right person.
Picking through them one by one, Fan Shaoming felt an impulse to just throw away the stack of documents, but he still wanted to find out about Su Xiaoyue, so he patiently continued his search.
The very last one turned out to be the Su Xiaoyue he was looking for.
When he saw her photo, he let out a sigh of relief. If he had known she was at the end, he would have pulled it out directly.
He took away the irrelevant documents, dumping them on the desk, and then took a careful look at Su Xiaoyue's information, only to be stunned, then flipping to the back, and back again, repeating several times before confirming he wasn't seeing things.
Apart from the photo and the name, Jiang Yi only gave him four words: "Details not clear."
What does "details not clear" mean? Where was she born, where did she actually live, how old was she, who was in her family, where did she go to school, and how did she get into Elite Talent School? Not to mention other things, just the fact that she was a teacher at Elite Talent School—with Jiang Yi's abilities, he should have been able to find out. But there wasn't a single word.
Fan Shaoming knew Elite Talent School very well. Although it was a private school and had concealed some of his son's poor performances there, that could not erase the high threshold of the school, where students all had some status and background. Becoming a teacher at Elite Talent School was not as simple as just wanting to enter. Without substantial capabilities, it would be impossible to get in.
Placing Su Xiaoyue's information on the desk, Fan Shaoming picked up the receiver and called Jiang Yi. As Jiang Yi answered the phone, Fan Shaoming challenged him, "What do you mean by this?"
Jiang Yi guessed the implication in his words and responded with a bitter smile, "I mean nothing by it, that's just the way it is. All I know is her name and what she looks like; everything else is blank."
"How is that possible! She teaches at Elite Talent School. You can't even find that out?"
"She is a preschool teacher at Elite Talent School, I know that, but how she got into Elite Talent School, I truly can't find out. However, you could try asking Director Zhou. When I asked him, he wouldn't say. President, this Su Xiaoyue either has a very significant background or nothing at all worth investigating. Otherwise, her records wouldn't be so minimal. You know my people—if there's a trail to follow, nothing can't be found."
Jiang Yi had hit a wall with Su Xiaoyue as well.
"Could it be she's not a local from City A?"
"Even if she's not from City A, my people should be able to find something. But the results... President, I'll repeat what I said: this Su Xiaoyue must have a significant background. Otherwise, no one could erase all traces of themselves the way she has."
Fan Shaoming furrowed his brows.
Su Xiaoyue had a significant background?
He found it hard to believe. The woman seemed so ordinary, with a very common face. Although not ugly, she was nothing extraordinary. If not for her pleasant temperament, scholarly aura, and willingness to criticize him, he barely would have remembered what she looked like.
If she had such a significant background, why would she willingly be a preschool teacher, spending her days with children?
"Shaoming."
At that moment, the woman who had just come in knocked on the door and entered.
"My mom's here, I'll hang up now," Fan Shaoming whispered, ending the call with Jiang Yi. He hung up the receiver, stood up, and walked around the desk to greet his mother, Madam Fan Li, the founder of Sanyang Group.
"Busy?"
After meeting with her son, Fan Li walked past him, sat down at the desk.
"Yes."
Once his mother was seated, Fan Shaoming went to pour her a glass of water. After placing the cup in front of her, he stood by her side and asked gently, "Mom, what's the matter?" His mother no longer dealt with the company's business and rarely came to the office. If she came, it must be for a reason.
Fan Li smiled, pointed at Fan Shaoming's computer, and said, "Haven't you checked the email I sent you yet? Do you like any of those girls? All of them are daughters of prestigious families, outstanding in every aspect. It took me several days of careful selection. Regardless of which one you choose, she'll be worthy of you, able to support you in every way."
Fan Shaoming's handsome face darkened slightly, and he complained with a headache, "Mom, I've said it; I don't want to get married. Besides, I'm still young. You're not lacking a grandchild; Mingyu is already five. The only reason my mother, who no longer manages company affairs, would come to the office is my marriage."
Since he'd turned twenty-five, his mother had been openly and covertly urging him to find a girlfriend. Now she was directly interfering, personally selecting candidates for his marriage.
"Mingyu is not your biological son. Besides, Mingyu also wants a mom. Whatever you can give to Mingyu now, it's not as important to the child as having a mother. Shaoming, you're not young anymore. While you're still highly eligible, quickly choose the best daughter of a prestigious family, or all the good women will be taken by others."
"Mom!"
Fan Shaoming couldn't help but rub his temples, tired of this topic that had annoyed him for years.
"What's all this? It's all women's information, do you have someone you like?"
Fan Li casually noticed the documents Fan Shaoming had left on the desk, becoming immediately curious and flipping through them. "Why do they all have the same name? Su Xiaoyue?"
After looking through several documents, Fan Li turned to her son puzzled, "Do you like a woman named Su Xiaoyue?"
Fan Shaoming's face turned green, and he replied irritably, "How could that be!" The very idea was laughable. He had been criticized by Su Xiaoyue to the point of being figuratively battered; he couldn't possibly fancy her. Besides, the two of them had only met for the first time today. Did his mother really think love at first sight would happen to him?
Fan Li rustled through the documents, pressing further, "Shaoming, don't try to hide it from me. I gave birth to you, so I know you very well. If you're not interested in Su Xiaoyue, why are you investigating her?" Ignoring Fan Shaoming's increasingly annoyed expression, she eagerly inquired, "Which Su Xiaoyue have you taken a fancy to? I think this one is not bad." Taking one from the stack of documents, she placed it in front of Fan Shaoming, pointing at the sweetly smiling, attractive unfamiliar woman in the photo, "Shaoming, your taste has always been the same as mine, right? Is it her?"