She calmly glanced over the long row of satin dresses as if she were picking vegetables at the market. Casting a look of disdain at the revealing gown that old man Chu had chosen for her, she could only laugh. That detestable old man—why did he always have to target her?
Ting!
Her smile softened—it was a message from Tuc Duong. She quickly typed a few sweet words to soothe him, then discreetly switched off her phone.
Wasn’t she supposed to be negotiating with old Chu about the flagship store? Patience, patience.
Her opponent was Ngao Phien, a wealthy heiress who, like her, wanted to build a career from scratch. She was praised as a “strong woman,” starting her business at seventeen without relying on her family. Chau Trang Di might have admired her—if only the girl hadn’t insisted on opening another flagship store right next to hers.
She darted a glance at old Chu. If he weren’t the largest shareholder in her company, she would have already landed a few punches on his smug face.
“Mr. Chu, there’s a board meeting today at six in the evening. Don’t forget to call the other shareholders.”
“In that case, Miss Di, remember to wear this dress.”
Miss Di, my ass.
Six o’clock.
Chau Trang Di put on the emerald-green dress he’d given her, tossing her auburn curls with a casual flick. Checking her phone, she smiled faintly. That fool—how could he be so adorable?
Tuc Duong: I see you now, jie ♥14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnja7vdFD4P
Chau Trang Di: So, does green suit me?14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIPjl8t6x05
Tuc Duong: You’re only allowed to wear it for me. Hmph~
She read his message but didn’t reply. Downstairs, Tuc Duong was already waiting.
The deep-red Porsche stood out brilliantly against the night sky. Her sunshine boy, dressed simply in an unbuttoned white shirt paired with tailored trousers, looked every bit the young master. His tall frame—189 centimeters—was impossible to ignore.
Those jet-black eyes of his sparkled as he smiled, hair lifting gently in the evening breeze. It felt as though he had been waiting for her for a thousand years.
Her heart skipped a beat. And though, biologically and scientifically, such a thing was impossible, at that moment she truly believed it had.
With flushed cheeks and lips parted ever so slightly, Chau Trang Di thought to herself that Tuc Duong’s twelve-and-a-half-billion Porsche was the most beautiful thing in the world=)))
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and then Add to home screen.