The secretary hung up the phone.
Her expression was uncertain, as if she hadn't fully processed what had just happened.
"Who called?" someone beside her asked.
"It was... the president."
The president was actually very low-key, never accepting interviews from the media.
The outside world knew almost nothing about him.
But as the company's most gossipy receptionist, they naturally had a thorough understanding of everything about the president.
So, of course, she could recognize the voice on the other end.
The sharp-chinned receptionist's gaze toward Jiang Ciyou had changed, with a hint of jealousy and envy.
What exactly was the relationship between this woman and the president?
He even personally called the reception desk for her.
Could it be that the call she just made was to the president?
"The president's office is on the 32nd floor," the sharp-chinned receptionist said begrudgingly.
Jiang Ciyou politely thanked her and headed straight for the elevator.
The elevator quickly arrived on the 32nd floor.
After walking down a hallway, Jiang Ciyou stopped at the door of the president's office.
Without hesitation, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
The door was opened by a refined-looking man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
The man introduced himself, "I'm Gao Cen, the president's secretary. The president is still in a meeting. You can wait here for a while, Miss Jiang."
Jiang Ciyou responded politely, "I'll wait in the meeting room instead."
"With your relationship with the president, Miss Jiang, you can consider this place as your own territory."
Jiang Ciyou was slightly stunned, and her ears turned red.
But she still managed to smile graciously. "Alright."
It seemed that this Secretary Gao was well aware of the matters between her and Bo Jinxi.
There was no need for her to feign modesty.
After pouring her a glass of water, Secretary Gao also left the office.
Jiang Ciyou sat on the office sofa, looking around.
The office was large, like a suite. In addition to the working area, there were other rooms.
However, the doors were closed, and she had no idea what was inside.
What caught Jiang Ciyou's attention was the large floor-to-ceiling window behind the desk.
She stood up slowly and walked over to it.
The window was completely transparent, offering a panoramic view of the city below.
The city's bridges and overpasses seemed to rise and fall like waves, while the endless stream of cars moved like the city's flowing blood.
After watching the scenery for a while, Jiang Ciyou turned her attention to the large desk.
The desk was piled with documents, yet everything was meticulously organized.
Amid the stack of files, one crystal photo frame stood out.
The frame held a picture of a little girl about four or five years old, wearing a pink tutu dress and sporting cute pigtails. She was holding a plush bunny, her smile radiant.
The photo didn't have the best resolution, making it seem like an old picture from years ago.
Although the girl's face was a bit blurry, her bright smile was like a beam of sunshine, seemingly able to chase away all shadows.
Although Jiang Ciyou didn't recognize the girl in the photo, there was something oddly familiar about it.
Just as she picked up the picture for a closer look, the door opened.
A tall figure stood at the doorway.
Their eyes met.
When the man saw her holding the photo, his brows furrowed.
But he didn't step inside, seemingly waiting for her to ask something.
Jiang Ciyou smiled, shaking the photo in her hand as she naturally asked, "Is this your daughter?"
The man's frown deepened.
He walked over, took the picture from her hand, and placed it back in its original spot. "Daughter? As if."
"A man of your stature still talks so roughly?" she teased.
But his remark made her feel more at ease.
In the past, their conversations were always this casual.
The man looked at her, his expression now cool and distant.
"What do you want from me?"
Bo Jinxi's voice carried a clear tone of indifference and distance.
In truth, for the past three years, Jiang Ciyou had never thought of him as aloof.
She had always felt his presence to be passionate, obsessive, and insatiable.
But now, the man before her exuded a cold, detached air from head to toe.
How could someone's demeanor change so much in just a few days?
So, was this cold version of him now the real one, or was the one from the past three years his true self?
Jiang Ciyou's tone shifted to business-like as well.
"I hope that our personal matters don't affect the Yan Corporation. After all, Yan is one of the top ten construction companies in the country. Surely the Bo Corporation wouldn't deny them even the chance to bid?"
The man sat in his office chair and casually picked up a document from the desk.
His voice remained indifferent.
"So, did Yan Feng send you?"
"I came on my own. I know I've offended you, but I believe that the leader of such a vast commercial empire is someone who separates personal feelings from business."
The man looked up, his pale face curving into a faint, devilish smile. "Mrs. Yan, there's no need to flatter me. I'm best at mixing business with pleasure, settling personal scores under the guise of official matters."
A flicker of helplessness passed through Jiang Ciyou's eyes.
"What will it take for you to give Yan Corporation a chance?"
The man patted his thigh. "Come here."
Jiang Ciyou walked over.
She naturally straddled the man's lap.
His gaze instantly darkened.
Many nights had begun just like this.
Jiang Ciyou knew that this man always responded to this approach.
The man chuckled softly.
He held her chin and kissed her.
Jiang Ciyou had never been this compliant before.
In the past, she had always been the one being pleased, but today, she found herself trying to please him for once.
The man seemed to be lost in the moment.
Watching his gradually intoxicated eyes, Jiang Ciyou pulled away, leaning close to his ear. Her voice was as soft and delicate as a budding lily, carrying a seductive fragrance. "Send Yan Corporation a bid invitation, won't you?"
The man's gaze deepened, and the fog in his eyes slowly cleared.
She had been kissing him this whole time, and yet her mind was still calculating?
He gripped her chin, their eyes locking.
His voice was clear as day. "Beauty traps don't work on me during the day."
Jiang Ciyou got up from his lap. "If it doesn't work, you should've told me earlier! I wouldn't have bothered playing along."
The man felt a surge of frustration building in his chest.
This woman was utterly heartless.
The moment he was of no use to her, she didn't hesitate for a second.
Just now, he had nearly fallen for it, and it turned out she had been pretending all along.
"So there's really no way this can be negotiated?" she asked again.
The man stared at her.
It was clear that a trace of helplessness had flashed through her beautiful eyes.
If he gave her a firm rejection, she would undoubtedly turn and leave without a second thought.
Her patience with him only went so far.
The man finally spoke. "If you agree to one condition, I'll give Yan Corporation a chance."
"What condition?"
"Move out of the Yan family home and into the Green Lawn Villa."
The Green Lawn Villa was hers, but she had gifted it to Bo Jinxi when they broke up a few days ago.
Without hesitation, Jiang Ciyou agreed. "Fine. Now send Yan Corporation the bid invitation."