Tang Yichen, although pretended to be a cool and calm man all day long, but the man trusted a few people.
Even his own Secretary wasn't allowed to know more, which is why Lucy was inford about the whole concept very precisely. It could be said that the man did not need a secretary or an assistant, he preferred to walk all alone in his life, with the very few people he trusted. He was a cautious man or rather he has just guarded his heart pretty well.
But contrary to his personality, Mo Yuhan acted carefreely. Though he looked cold and unapproachable, he allowed people to co closer. But the man carefully laid around a dark web around himself. The mont a person tried to cross the line, he will get trapped desperately. There was no going back on it.
Secretary Yu dealt with the matters rather well which is why Mo Yuhan trusted him to a certain level but the Secretary was smart enough to not take it for granted.
"Mr. Huang, are you even considering the consequences of offending them?" Lucy gave them a composed look, despite the crack appearing on the professional front she was trying to display.
"Offending them? As if they can threaten my position in the industry, " The man scoffed. He feared the power behind Star King who happened to be none other than Tang Yichen. But at this point, he was not even placing his Secretary in his eyes so how would he care about so 'random' models. After all, they were not President Tang. know?!
Mr. Huang, as a professional renowned man did not have what they call a bad personality. But what dragged him down was that he could be an obstinately righteous man at tis.
"Oh? I was held back for so work so this is certainly not the scene I expected to witness the mont I co," Tang Yichen chuckled but if only his tone had that mirth, it wouldn't have given them the chills.
The trio of the photographer, his assistant, and the boy who ca to inform them about their arrival was taken aback. Their breathing hastened as they gritted their teeth trying to hold back that chattering sound that escaped. Their faces turning pale the more Tang Yichen walked closer to them. The fear was so real, the pressure around the man was making them shake.
Even Lucy, who has been the man's secretary for years had to gulp and look away from him to settle the terror rising within her.
Secretary Yu closed his eyes as he inwardly shook his head. These fools why must they provoke these people? Even though he did not interact with Tang Yichen daily, just based on the tis he has talked with him, he was sure that he is not a kind person. President Mo is so ruthless, how would his brother-in-law turn out to be a saint? There got to be a reason that both the n got along rather well. Know? How would you get an apple in the orange tree?
They happened to be of the sa species, eh!
'Young Mistress is the only one who is truly an angel,' The Secretary thought to himself, even though he has seen Tang Li's usual cold face and unapproachable behavior. But, according to him, at the end of the day, she was just a delicate, fragile, and sweet lady who adored his President and in turn, was loved unconditionally by him. As simple as that, no twist and turns.
"_"
The Secretary's complex thoughts beca a little nave at this point. If only the man had witnessed the other shades of his Young Mistress, he should have considered twice before thinking this way.
"PrPresident Tang you," Mr. Huang was stunned, his eyes turned wide in disbelief as he glanced at the man. Did this man care for all his models to the extent of coming personally to check their well-being? Truly a king of the entertainnt industry!
"Yes, this is ," Tang Yichen walked straight towards the luxurious white leather sofa before taking a seat. He placed one hand on the arm as his fingers tapped on the arm of the sofa, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly as the man continued speaking, "You've got so problem with that?"
"NoNo problem..No problem at all.." Mr. Huang glanced at the man, the sole king of the entertainnt industry. Despite being in the industry for so many years, it would be the first ti he would be seeing this man up so close. The man's aura made him seem like a dangerous entity but one could sense his nobility from afar. "It's a pleasant surprise to have you here, President Tang. Do you prefer coffee or tea? I will order anything you prefer." Mr. Huang walked towards the man after composing his emotions, it was overwhelming after all.
"Nothing," Tang Yichen furrowed his brows, "re models can't threaten your position in the industry? Did you say sothing like that a few monts ago?"
"ThatI said it out of frustration...I.." Mr. Huang opened his mouth to explain himself but nothing ca out. How was he supposed to deny it when he actually said it? It was just his anger speaking, not his ego though. He was just trying to vent his fury this way but who would have known that Tang Yichen would witness everything right at this point?
It was indeed true that re models cannot shake his position in the industry, the position of the most renowned photographer with powerful backing. But what he did not imagine in his wildest dreams was
"I happen to be one of the models you are talking about," The man said, his fingers still tapping the arm of the sofa while he raised his other hand near his head, his fingers raked through his ink-black hair.
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O...One of the models?
A gust of wind passed by through the creak of the window making the grand hall seem eerie, sothing different from the entire white office setup, the place was filled with the essence of dark aura.
Mr. Huang gulped as he curled his shaking fingers into fists, "I did not know it was you. I..I.. just felt it was quite irresponsible to not have the sense of ti when it cos to working, it goes against the professional ethics of a person. Everyone is putting all their efforts, but the face of the brand, the supposed models were not there, it left disappointed and angry," In the beginning, the man stuttered due to nervousness but the more he spoke, the more he confident he sounded.
Tang Yichen leaned back, the corner of his lips tilting up at the slightest angle, the curve barely detectable on his handso face as he glanced at the man without averting his gaze.
His gaze seed to be looking straight through a person's soul. His hard stare could make a person nervous so much so that one could see Mr. Huang turning pale under the man's scrutiny.
The photographer's palm turned sweaty as he waited for the man to speak. Seconds ticked to minutes until it seed like the man did not have any intention to speak. But right then, he opened his mouth...
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