Chapter Fourteen: No Comment

“President, here’s today’s agenda, and an invitation to tonight’s banquet,” Mo Yi handed over the documents.

He doubted his boss would attend the banquet, given his usual aversion to such events, but the invitations were always delivered regardless.

Long, elegant fingers unfolded the papers, his demeanor exuding nobility and an air of untouchability.

Huangpu Shenqing glanced over the schedule, closed it, and his gaze lingered on the invitation. The prominent letters—Fashion Group—instantly caught his eye.

“An invitation from Fashion Group?”

“Yes, it arrived just this morning. There’s a banquet at seven,” Mo Yi replied, still a bit surprised.

It was the first time he’d shown interest in an invitation—could he actually be planning to attend? As expected—

“Clear my evening. You’ll accompany me.”

If he remembered correctly, Fashion Group was the biggest investor in Qingran Studio, which was a sales brand under Shangguan Group.

“Also, look into Shangguan Group’s partners, and bring me their information as well.”

“Shangguan…Shangguan Group?” Had that company offended their president somehow? Yet, there was no conflict of interest between their businesses.

“Must I repeat myself?” Huangpu Shenqing raised his head, radiating authority.

“No need, I’ll get right on it.” Mo Yi was terrified, he’d only hesitated because this wasn’t his boss’s usual style.

After Mo Yi left, Huangpu Shenqing pinched his brow, hoping he might see her. He was now certain that Shangguan Reneran was his little girl, although her eyes were no longer that childhood blue.

…

Shangguan Reneran officially started at the company today, with Ye Zuo and Ye Xin serving as her assistants.

She was responsible for the sales department, which had previously been managed by Sales Director Shangguan Miaomiao, apparently Uncle Yang’s daughter, who’d worked there for four years.

“Director, here’s an invitation to tonight’s banquet,” Shangguan Miaomiao said, poised and unflinching. Until now, she’d managed the sales department single-handedly, and now a young lady parachuted in—did she even know sales?

She even came with two assistants, quite the impressive entourage. Now, even the banquet invitation was delivered to her. Shangguan Miaomiao had prepared for this event for a long time.

“How many people can attend?” She was determined to go to the banquet—it was her first day, and she needed to make her mark.

But since she was new, the sales director would definitely accompany her; otherwise, rumors would circulate. She didn’t care for gossip, but it was best to avoid unnecessary trouble.

“Two people,” Shangguan Miaomiao replied, dressed in a white suit dress, a square badge at her chest: Sales Director, Shangguan Miaomiao. Her hair was tied up and her makeup subtle—not striking, but a picture of refined beauty, highlighting her strengths.

She looked at Shangguan Reneran across the desk: a blue blazer paired with a white vintage skirt, flaxen hair tied with a blue ribbon, small blue earrings—simple, yet commanding.

Truly the bearing of a young lady, even her work attire was unique. Her clean, bare face was stunning, impossible to look away from.

“Then I’ll attend the banquet with Director Shangguan,” she said calmly. It would be a good chance to meet partners and exchange ideas.

“Yes,” Shangguan Miaomiao turned and left the manager’s office.

“Miss, don’t you need us to go with you? We can arrange another invitation,” Ye Xin offered, worried her mistress might be bullied at the banquet.

“No need. Once you and Ye Zuo finish your work, you can head home.”

She was perfectly capable on her own—she needed to learn to handle things herself.

“After the banquet, I’ll come pick you up,” Ye Zuo stood, looking at her as she worked.

“That’s fine,” Shangguan Reneran replied without looking up. She wanted to finish reviewing everything before the banquet—at least get the department in order and remember the investors.

Ye Zuo and Ye Xin quietly left, not disturbing her further.

…

That evening, the Fashion Group Grand Hotel hosted the banquet, under the Fashion Group banner. Most of A City’s prominent figures received invitations.

Not all attended, though—families like the Ouyang and Gong clans were absent, some only sent representatives.

Fashion Group’s president, Ye Liting, now in his fifties, was celebrating the company’s eightieth anniversary.

Shangguan Reneran and Shangguan Miaomiao arrived together in the company car, immediately besieged by the media frenzy as they stepped out.

“Miss, are you representing Shangguan Group at this banquet?”

“Miss, how do you respond to the rumors online? Are you really, as the video claims, unafraid of the Huangpu family’s heiress?”

“Why do you appear so confident?”

“Is your attendance linked to the Shangguan family? Or are you employed there?”

Shangguan Miaomiao neither intervened nor acted—she wanted to see how Reneran would handle the reporters.

Shangguan Reneran wore a blue strapless evening gown, revealing her flawless swan neck and pronounced collarbones, her skin smooth as porcelain.

Her hair was loose, pinned back with a blue crystal clip—she had a particular fondness for blue.

White high heels completed the look; her aura was formidable. Her dark eyes swept the crowd, lips parted slightly—

“No comment.”