Chapter 56: Why Not Come to My Company?

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“See? Even the male lead praised me!” Xia Wanqing’s tail was practically wagging with joy, delighted to be acknowledged by a senior.

Zhen Mi smiled. This kind of atmosphere was foreign to her, something she had never experienced, nor had the chance to. All she could do was throw herself into her work.

Ouyang Mufeng also used the communal chopsticks to pick up a shrimp and placed it on her plate.

“Sorry, I’m allergic to seafood.”

She was allergic, and although she wasn’t sure if the shrimp in this restaurant were from the sea, she wouldn’t risk eating them.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Here, take my plate instead, I haven’t used it yet.”

Ouyang Mufeng immediately reached for his plate.

“No need,” Zhen Mi refused, stopping him in his tracks.

“O-okay then,” Ouyang Mufeng responded, a bit disheartened as he ate. If only he were twenty-seven now, then Zhen Mi would have no reason to turn him down.

Shangguan Renran subtly pointed at Ouyang Mufeng with her finger and whispered to Huangpu Shenqing, “He likes Zhen Mi, did you know?”

“Mm, I just found out yesterday,” Huangpu Shenqing replied, his hands never stopping.

“Do you think he’s sincere?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Huangpu Shenqing answered honestly.

Gong Yi, seeing that all his friends had someone to pursue, felt awkward sitting in the middle. He simply lowered his head and focused on his food, silently wishing his eldest brother would return soon to keep him company.

After dinner, Shang Mingcheng, Zhen Mi, and Xia Wanqing headed back to the crew.

Ouyang Muya returned to the company, taking Ouyang Mufeng with her as she left.

Huangpu Shenqing offered to drive Shangguan Renran home, knowing she’d been staying in lately. “Why not come to my company?” he suggested.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Shangguan Renran replied from the passenger seat.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. Be good, just keep me company.”

Huangpu Shenqing drove straight to the entrance of the group headquarters.

People passing by glanced their way, and the security guards on the first floor were stunned—they’d never seen their president act so high-profile before.

Indeed, it was their president who stepped out of the car.

But what left them puzzled was seeing him walk around to the passenger side and gently help a young woman out.

The bodyguards...

No, they couldn’t believe it.

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“What’s wrong with them?” Shangguan Renran asked as she passed by, noticing their dazed expressions.

“Don’t mind them,” Huangpu Shenqing said, keeping her hand in his as they took the elevator to the top floor.

Passing through the lobby, everyone was in disbelief—their president was holding hands with a young woman.

The secretaries and the executive office on the top floor were equally astonished.

Only after the office door closed did they begin to whisper among themselves.

It was as if the whole company had paused for a second, before quickly returning to business as usual.

Huangpu Shenqing instructed Mo Yi to bring in the urgent documents and have the rest divided among the team.

When Mo Yi entered, he saw the president quietly chatting with the girl. The pretty, gentle girl sat on the sofa, listening intently as the commanding man knelt before her. The scene was almost poetic in its beauty. Mo Yi quickly placed the files on the desk, closed the door, and left.

“Mr. Huangpu, do you handle everything alone here?” she asked.

“Mm, I prefer peace and quiet.”

“And what about meetings? Are they downstairs?”

“Yes, on the 110th floor. Only the top floor is occupied above that.”

“What about the other nine floors?”

“No one knew what to do with them before, but now I do.”

“What is it?” Shangguan Renran was curious—what did he suddenly realize?

“Be good, keep yourself entertained for a bit. I’ll just finish reading these files.”

He didn’t answer her question, because now, he knew exactly what those nine floors were for.

Shangguan Renran pulled out her phone and replied to her mother’s messages.

Looking up, she caught a glimpse of the man working. His long lashes cast faint shadows, messy hair covering his brow, his head bent over as he signed documents, the pen poised elegantly in his hand, sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating him. Everything seemed perfect.

Indeed, a man focused on his work was truly handsome. The phrase echoed in her mind.

She switched her phone to camera mode, carefully pressing the shutter.

Suddenly, a flash of white light went off near Huangpu Shenqing. Their eyes met, and the girl looked away, embarrassed.

Shangguan Renran felt awkward—she’d forgotten to turn off the flash.

“If you like, Ranran, take as many photos as you want.”

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“I… I didn’t mean to,” Shangguan Renran said with a pout.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind,” Huangpu Shenqing replied with a smile—Ranran taking his picture was an honor.

She quietly turned off the flash and, while he bent over his files again, stealthily took a few more shots.

She suddenly wanted to post them on her Moments, but she couldn’t just upload them directly.

Then she realized she didn’t have a national microblog account, so she quickly registered one under her name, Shangguan Renran. Luckily, no one else had taken it.

She discovered the trending topic was about Huangpu Group’s name change.

She hadn’t noticed when she got out of the car, but “Lianran Group”? Was there a special meaning? Had it truly severed ties with the Huangpu family?

She figured she’d have to ask him about it later.

She messaged to ask Xia Wanqing and Muya for their microblog usernames and learned they both used their real names.

She guessed Zhen Mi would as well, so she followed all three.

They noticed and followed Shangguan Renran back.

“What are you up to, Ranran?” Huangpu Shenqing asked, having finished his work and noticing his girl still fiddling with her phone.

“Just playing on Weibo.” She turned her phone screen toward him. “Do you use Weibo, Mr. Huangpu? Can I follow you?”

“I don’t know how.”

“Ah, I just learned, too. Let me teach you.”

She took his phone, intending to help him register an account, but noticed his lock screen was her photo—the one she’d posted on her Moments before. Her cheeks instantly flushed, and she asked in a small voice, “What’s the password?”

“719 719.”

July nineteenth—the day they first met.

When she unlocked the phone, she found the wallpaper was also her picture. She quickly opened Weibo, trying to hide her embarrassment.