When Song Yan stepped out of the company elevator, he happened to see the woman from the plane talking to Song Mingyuan’s assistant.
He walked over with his hands in his pockets, and Assistant Xiao Wang greeted him politely.
"It seems we are really destined to et, running into each other twice in one day."
"So you two know each other, huh? This is the son of President Song." After saying this, Xiao Wang turned to Song Yan: "This is the sales manager hired at a high salary by the company, Yin Shuangfei."
Song Yan nodded slightly and pushed open the door to the president’s office.
Yin Shuangfei looked at the heavy door that had just closed, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Inside the office, Song Mingyuan closed the file in his hands and pinched the area between his eyebrows: "Here are so projects the company is currently preparing, take a look and give so feedback. I’ve already had an office prepared for you; Assistant Wang will take you there in a bit."
Back in school, Song Yan focused mainly on dicine, but also studied business managent and economics, since he would eventually inherit the family business.
Song Yan picked up so docunts on the table: "No need, I can find it myself."
"By the way, how’s Xiao Xi?" Song Mingyuan asked, concerned.
"That girl is doing well, just a bit reluctant to let go back. I will try to get familiar with the business as soon as possible, so you can go and keep Xiao Xi company sooner."
Song Mingyuan got up and walked over to Song Yan, patting him on the shoulder: "I know it’s hard on you."
"Dad, what are you saying? Xiao Xi is my sister, and besides, it’s her first ti being a mom, surely she’s a bit overwheld. As long as you and Aunt Shen are there to take care of her, I’m reassured."
"Alright, I know. Go on with your work."
Song Yan had just taken a few steps with the docunts when he was called again: "Hurry up and settle your lifelong affair, don’t keep dragging it out. If you find soone you like, try to get along. I think Zhuang Lian is a good girl."
"Dad, please don’t worry about my personal matters." Song Yan had anticipated being rushed into marriage upon returning ho.
"Aunt Shen and I are anxious about it. While we’re still young, we can help look after the kids when the ti cos."
Song Yan pinched the space between his eyebrows: "I’ll focus on work now, and we can discuss personal matters at ho."
Without giving Song Mingyuan a chance to speak again, Song Yan left the office with the docunts.
"Let’s chat." Yin Shuangfei stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the door of Song Yan’s office.
"Manager Yin seems quite free, but I still have a lot of work to do, so I’ll pass."
Song Yan pushed open the office door and strode inside, and Yin Shuangfei smiled as she followed: "You don’t seem to like those fresh, innocent girls, do you?"
Yin Shuangfei was referring to Zhuang Lian, whom they had seen at the airport today.
Song Yan sat down at his desk and casually placed the docunts there: "Does it have anything to do with you?"
"I think it does because I’ve already started liking you. If I want to pursue you, I need to understand your preferences. I need to know if I’m your type."
Yin Shuangfei spoke very naturally, without the slightest trace of embarrassnt.
Song Yan clasped his hands on the table, his thin lips parting slightly: "I’m not into your type, so please, Manager Yin, mind your boundaries in the future."
"So you’re into that young girl, then? But she looks pretty young—won’t there be a generational gap between you two?"
"I’ve only t Manager Yin twice, and we’re not familiar enough to discuss personal matters yet."
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