**
Yourong arrived at the venue bright and early. Qiao Yufen had suggested she take a taxi by herself, but she’d ntioned having a driver drop her off so that the Hu Family would notice her more.
Qiao Yufen was extrely reluctant in her heart, but she also hoped soone would quickly take over and get Yourong out of her hair. In the end, she agreed to let her own driver take her.
Now, the state of affairs between Qiao Yufen and Yourong could be described as:
Neither one was a good cookie, hurting each other day by day!
Yourong stepped out of the car, wearing delicate high heels. She looked up at the towering building of the club, letting out a quiet sigh.
The Botanical Exchange was happening inside. She wondered what the young master of the Hu Family now looked like.
She could probably tolerate it, even if it ant starting a romance as a stepping stone, right?
Yourong had just taken a couple of steps forward when soone suddenly stopped her to ask for directions.
"Excuse , young lady, could I ask you sothing..."
All of a sudden, her spirits were half-gone. Yourong clicked her tongue in irritation. Seeing the clothes of the person obstructing her way, her expression grew even more impatient.
A middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a comfortable, casual jacket and the kind of overalls common for farm work in the countryside, he’d politely taken off his hat to ask for directions, revealing short hair mixed with strands of silver.
Appearing clean-cut and simple, but to Yourong, he seed shabby and lowly.
The middle-aged man seed taken aback by her for a mont, but then politely smiled and said, "Could you tell what floor the Botanical Association is on today? I left my invitation on the plane."
"I don’t know," Yourong lied blatantly and brushed him off, wanting to leave. But the man stood firmly in front of her. After a two-second standoff, he stepped forward, bewildered, "Young lady, you are..."
Yourong, frightened, pushed him away and her disgust was clear on her face, "Don’t touch ! You’re filthy!"
After saying this, she ran into the building, not looking back.
The middle-aged man stood there stunned, his expression unfathomable, until soone behind him called out and he barely regained his senses.
"Mr. Huang," the young assistant, a man in his twenties who had just graduated from university, wore overalls branded with a farm logo. He held an invitation card: "The invitation indeed was left on the private jet. Here, for you."
Huang Qishan took it, his expression calm, "Alright, let’s head up then."
Yourong could never have guessed that the plane Huang Qishan had ntioned was a private jet, and she could never have imagined the man she had scorned harshly was related to her in what way...
The assistant’s gaze moved away from the direction Yourong had left. Seeing the disdainful expression on the girl’s face, he felt indignant on behalf of his boss: "Mr. Huang, you are just too modest. You should have dressed more appropriately for today’s conference since people here in Capital City are rather superficial."
His boss’s fortune, if disclosed, could shock them all!
Huang Qishan disagreed profoundly, "There are many good people in Capital City. That girl was an exception."
The assistant gave a naive laugh, "When you say good people, you don’t an Mr. Xia, do you? Mr. Huang, what exactly is your relationship with Mr. Xia? Every ti his na cos up, you seem so..." He pondered the right words to reflect how Mr. Huang felt, but could only co up with one, "respectful."
"Of course, I respect him," Huang Qishan glanced towards the building’s windows, as if he could see through the highly reflective glass to spot an old acquaintance busy inside. His eyes were bloodshot and profoundly deep, "because he and I are... in a master-servant relationship."
"What?" The assistant’s jaw nearly hit the floor. "A master-servant relationship??"
His boss, a respected billionaire, turned out to be that Mr. Xia’s servant...
While the assistant was still in shock, Huang Qishan disappeared into the building. Even though the assistant couldn’t digest the news, he hurried to follow.
**
On the 23rd floor, inside the conference room, Yuzheng was enthusiastically introducing the Botanical Association’s scale to Yeye: "Yeye, is this your first ti coming to the Botanical Association with dad? Those on display are rare plants, so you might not even know the nas of."
Yeye looked from one plant to another. How could she not know their nas?
She had co up with many of their nas.
"Dad, you all have arrived."
Upon turning and seeing Yourong, Yuzheng’s expression slightly darkened. He didn’t greet her much, just grunted in acknowledgent.
Yourong: "I was forced to co today by grandma. She wanted to et Young Master Hu."
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