Chapter 117: 0117 If you like it, that’s good.

Chapter 117: 0117 If you like it, that’s good.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Jichen’s gentle expression instantly reverted to his usual cold and icy demeanor, radiating chilliness all over.

He tucked away his phone and rose from the couch.

“Let’s go!”

With those words, he turned and left without hesitation.

Mo Shangjie silently tugged at his lip.

Hero Tomb, Beauty Town.

Only…

The significant look in his eyes lingered on the man’s receding figure.

White Moonlight, huh…

But who is the Cinnabar Mole?

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The next day.

The internet was flooded with news about the Qin family.

For the patriarch’s seventieth birthday, the Qin family really went all out.

Trending topics followed one after the other, without exaggeration.

But the most eye-catching was the topic #Fu family attends Qin family banquet#, which remained at the top.

The Fu Consortium was not only a mysteriously low-profile and unattainable entity in the hearts of the masses, but its leader, Fu Qiyuan, was considered a godlike figure by many.

Every piece of news about the Fu Consortium not only dominated the financial world but also the entertainment industry, far surpassing those traffic-heavy superstars in popularity.

The Qin family’s move undeniably caused quite a sensation.

Su Ran didn’t take any of this to heart; the Fu family was just too far removed from her.

Arriving at the company early in the morning, she went straight to the lab. She was a resolute person; once she had made a decision, she would act on it immediately.

Now, all she had to do was wait for the items from Gael to arrive.

When she left the lab, it was almost noon.

Su Ran had just returned to the company after lunch.

“President Su, there is a Mr. Qin downstairs who wishes to see you.”

Su Ran slightly furrowed her brow, “A Mr. Qin?”

“Yes.”

Her eyebrows moved slightly.

“Let him come up.”

“Yes.”

It didn’t take long.

Qin Feng arrived at the office holding a large box.

“Miss Su, this is the gown prepared for you by President Fu.”

Several stylishly dressed people followed behind Qin Feng.

Su Ran was not surprised, as the man had mentioned it to her the day before yesterday.

“Is this designed by Fu Qiyuan himself?” she asked, standing up.

Qin Feng stood respectfully at the side.

“Yes.”

Upon hearing this, Su Ran eagerly opened the box.

Seeing what was inside, she was somewhat stunned.

Unable to help herself, she reached out to take the gown from the box, and the words “tailor-made” flooded into her mind.

The style, design, and color were all to her liking, and her heart suddenly felt a fluttering sensation.

It was truly a pity he wasn’t in the design circle.

Su Ran couldn’t take her eyes off the gown in her hands, feeling a sweetness in her heart at the thought that the man had designed it for her personally.

Without hesitation, she took out her phone and dialed Fu Qiyuan’s number directly.

At this moment.

In the Fu Consortium’s conference room.

The atmosphere was tense and oppressive, with the executives shivering in fear, sweat soaking their backs.

When the phone rang, Fu Qiyuan furrowed his brow slightly. However, upon seeing the caller ID, the executives miraculously found the suffocating pressure in the boardroom vanish without a trace as if everything before had been an illusion.

“Did you receive the item?”

His lips slightly curved upwards, his low and magnetic voice traveled through the receiver, inexplicably heating her heart.

“Mhm.”

“Do you like it?”

His deeply intoxicating and gentle voice carried an obvious doting quality.

With the garment in her hands, Su Ran’s eyes sparkled.

“I like it.”

The man let out a soft chuckle, his pleased laughter tickling her eardrums.

“That’s good to hear.”

“Thank you.”

Fu Qiyuan raised an eyebrow.

“I prefer a different kind of thank you.”