Having been reborn, why would he be afraid of Mr. Gu, who still has a white moonlight?

With the CEO of the head office scheduled to arrive in the afternoon, the entire Beijing branch was on high alert, and the employee group chat was unusually quiet.

Today was Song Wanwan's second day at work, and she didn't have much to prepare. She was just waiting for the afternoon's audience.

She found Chu Lin's contact information and quickly arranged a time to meet with her at Tangchao Technology.

While having lunch downstairs at the company, I saw through the glass window a group of senior executives from Rongli Capital surrounding two people as they entered the building.

The message quickly spread in the employee group chat.

[The company CEO has arrived! I caught a glimpse of him from afar, and he's so handsome!]

Then a very blurry picture, so blurry that facial features were not visible, was sent to the group.

Song Wanwan couldn't help but chuckle. How could he possibly see that as handsome? Did he use a magnifying glass to look at it?

[Look, this is the newly appointed CEO, he's very young! The old CEO has retired!]

Another heir to a wealthy family, following in his father's footsteps.

Song Wanwan turned off the message notifications in the group chat, went to the dessert shop next door to get a few of the newly arrived desserts, and took them back to share with the members of the group.

She sat at her computer desk, drinking water, staring blankly at the waving hand of the lucky cat.

Women really do need a career. Before, when Gu Tingzhou was at work and she was home alone, every day felt like an eternity. She was always thinking about what Gu Tingzhou was doing and when he would come home from get off work.

The prepared food was reheated again and again, from dawn until the streetlights came on, to the dead of night, and then until the sky began to lighten.

I don't know how I got through that time; I guess I relied on my imagination!

Now, while I'm at work, I'm constantly thinking about projects and meeting different people. Time flies by, and I wish I could split every minute in half to make the most of it.

A woman becomes more and more confident, which is the best state for her.

After spacing out for a while, Song Wanwan began to immerse herself in her work.

It wasn't until Jian Xuyan sent her a message that she picked up the investment proposal for Boheng Technology on the table and took the elevator to the 48th floor.

The entire 48th floor is the president's office. As soon as Song Wanwan stepped out of the elevator, an assistant-like person was waiting at the door.

The man nodded and said, "Team Leader Song, hello! I am Chen Yang, the president's special assistant."

Song Wanwan felt a little flattered and awkwardly smiled, "Hello, Assistant Chen, you didn't need to come all this way to pick me up. My level isn't high enough for you to come personally to pick me up!"

Chen Yang smiled and explained, "It's nothing, just something I did on the way."

Compared to Qiao Sen, Chen Yang seems to have a more outgoing personality, and he even has a dimple when he smiles, which makes him quite handsome.

Chen Yang led Song Wanwan to the president's office, gestured for her to enter, and then left.

Song Wanwan was starting to believe that he had just brought her along on a whim.

Holding the folder, she knocked on the door, received a response, and then pushed the door open and went inside.

This office is decorated very luxuriously. Everything from the decorations to the office supplies looks expensive, and every part exudes the smell of money.

After quickly looking around, Song Wanwan lowered her head and walked straight to the desk, nodding as she said, "President, hello! I am Song Wanwan, the team leader of Group Three in the Investment Department."

After a brief silence and no response, Song Wanwan looked up. The back of the executive chair in front of her desk was facing away from her, and she could only see the man's thick hair and long neck. He was wearing a Belle watch on his wrist, which was resting on the armrest of the chair, and a dark blue suit jacket.

The man's fingers were fair and slender, with distinct knuckles, and he tapped the surface of the armrest intermittently.

Song Wanwan was attracted by the man's hands; they were such beautiful hands, they would be gorgeous as hand models.

A deep, magnetic, and languid voice came from in front of the chair, "Song Wanwan?"

Song Wanwan was pulled back by the man's voice. Her brow twitched, and she felt that she had heard this voice somewhere before.

She paused for a moment, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes, and replied, "Yes, I am Song Wanwan."

The man chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his voice, and said, word by word, "Why didn't you go to the police station?"

Song Wanwan was stunned upon hearing this, her pupils widening instantly. In the slow-motion shot of the man slowly turning around, his facial features were completely exposed before her eyes.

The man's beautiful peach blossom eyes held an unfathomable depth as he stared blankly at Song Wanwan, his handsome and wicked features framed by a faint smile.

In the midst of Song Wanwan's complete petrification, she suddenly recognized the man and remembered who he was.

She pointed at the man, trembling, and said, "You, you're that..."

Song Wanwan was about to say the word, but after uttering half of it, she realized what she was doing and covered her mouth with her hand.

Tang Yunsheng leaned back in his chair, his hands resting naturally on the armrests, and said lazily and casually, "Sexual harasser? Heh, does my profession now dispel your concerns?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wanwan tensed up and hurriedly waved her hand, saying, "President, you're really joking. How could you possibly be a sexual harasser? Hehe, you've got it wrong, you've got it wrong."

Tang Yunsheng clearly didn't want to let Song Wanwan off easily. He looked up at her and said, "As soon as I learned that Miss Song worked at my company, I immediately booked a plane ticket. I came here specifically for you to prove myself. After all, some people are very civic-minded."

Song Wanwan felt a chill run down her spine. What kind of luck was she? She ran into a weirdo while going out to a bar, and now she was being ambushed at work.

Her eyebrows twitched violently, and she chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Ha, it was all a misunderstanding. Now that I know your identity, I will never have such thoughts again."

Tang Yunsheng raised an eyebrow and murmured, "I went to the police station again the next day and waited for Miss Song all morning. You actually asked the police to handle it for you. I'm very disappointed."

Song Wanwan was somewhat taken aback. Aren't big shots usually very busy? Why would they have the leisure to wait for someone at the police station all morning? Could it be that they have nothing better to do?

She smiled sheepishly and said, "I had to go back to my country that night, I'm so sorry!"

Hearing Song Wanwan's nonchalant explanation, Tang Yunsheng smiled wickedly and said casually, "Miss Song, there's something I'm curious about. You're not Gu Tingzhou's wife from the Gu Group, so why don't you work for Gu Group? Isn't it a waste of your talents to come here and condescend to be a lowly team leader? Or do you have some ulterior motive?"

Song Wanwan's smile froze instantly. She had only met Tang Yunsheng twice, so how did he know her identity?

Her eyes flashed, and she said with surprise, "You know who I am?"

Tang Yunsheng said noncommittally, "It's not difficult to find out your identity, but it's difficult to find out your thoughts. Why did you come to Rongli?"

In Singapore, Tang Yunsheng was able to find his own phone number and summon him to the police station without him knowing any information about him.

Finding out that she is Gu Tingzhou's wife is not difficult at all.

Song Wanwan straightened her back, glanced at Tang Yunsheng, and said, "Don't worry, I'm here at Rongli to work for real, and I won't steal any secrets. Because I won't be Mrs. Gu for long."

Tang Yunsheng only showed a hint of surprise, which quickly vanished, and said meaningfully, "How are you going to prove what you're saying?"