บท 14: Chapter 14: The first visit
Chapter 14: The First Visit
Li Xinyue adjusted her black shirt and shorts as she stepped out of the taxi in front of Mu Corporation. She looked up at the massive building before her, its sleek glass windows reflecting the sunlight.
It was one of the tallest buildings in the city, a symbol of power and success. People in suits moved briskly in and out, each seeming to carry an air of importance.
"So, this is where Mu Zhenyu the Mu corporation."
She squared her shoulders and walked confidently through the revolving doors into the lobby.
The spacious lobby was bustling with activity. Employees and visitors walked in all directions, their shoes clicking against the polished marble floor.
A huge chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room. At the reception desk, a young woman in a tailored uniform looked up from her computer with a professional smile.
Receptionist: "Good morning. How can I help you?"
Xinyue: "I'm here to see Mu Zhenyu."
The receptionist's smile instantly faded. She raised an eyebrow and gave Xinyue a quick once-over, her eyes lingering disapprovingly on the simple black shirt and shorts.
"Do you have an appointment with the President?"
Xinyue: "No, I don't."
The receptionist scoffed and leaned back in her chair.
"Listen, Miss. The President doesn't meet with just anyone. If you don't have an appointment, you should leave before you embarrass yourself."
A few nearby employees stopped what they were doing, drawn by the commotion. They began whispering and stealing glances at Xinyue.
Xinyue's eyes narrowed. She wasn't one to pick fights, but she also didn't tolerate being insulted.
The receptionist continued mocking her, "Calling him by his name, huh? Who do you think you are? A desperate fan? The President has no time for—"
Before she could finish, Xinyue's hand shot out, delivering a crisp slap across the woman's face. The sound echoed in the lobby, silencing the whispers.
The receptionist stumbled back, holding her cheek in shock.
Xinyue replied calmly, "You should learn to respect people, no matter how they're dressed. Now, let's see who's embarrassing themselves."
Gasps filled the room as Xinyue pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
Xinyue: "Zhenyu, I'm in your lobby. Your receptionist won't let me in."
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Mu Zhenyu had just finished a meeting when his phone buzzed. Seeing Xinyue's name on the screen, he picked up immediately.
Xinyue (over the phone): "Your receptionist seems to think I don't belong here."
His eyes darkened as he stood up from his chair.
Zhenyu: "Wait there. I'll handle it."
He motioned to his secretary.
Zhenyu: "Go down and pick up Li Xinyue... never mind, I will do it myself ."
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The receptionist, still holding her cheek, glared at Xinyue.
"You'll regret this. When the President hears what you've done—"
She froze mid-sentence as the elevator doors opened, and Mu Zhenyu stepped out. His commanding presence instantly silenced the crowd of onlookers, who quickly scattered back to their workstations.
He walked up to Xinyue, his gaze softening as he saw her.
Zhenyu: "I'm sorry for the wait. I was in a meeting."
The receptionist's face went pale.
Zhenyu turned to the receptionist "Pack your things. You're fired."
Her knees buckled, and she stammered.
Receptionist: "Sir, please! I didn't know—"
Zhenyu replied coldly, "I won't tolerate disrespect in my company. Security, escort her out."
Two security guards stepped forward, grabbing the crying receptionist by her arms.
The receptionist started sobbing knowing that she will be ruined if she stops working at the Mu corperation.
"Please, Mr. Mu! I'll do better! Don't ruin me!"
Zhenyu ignored her and replied in a cold tone.
"You should've thought about that before insulting my wife."
As she was dragged out, the remaining employees exchanged nervous glances. The weight of Mu Zhenyu's words settled over the room like a storm cloud.
The employees started whispering among themselves, "Wife? Did he just say, wife?"
Another Employee: "She slapped the receptionist. No wonder she's fearless."
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Mu Zhenyu guided Xinyue into the private elevator. The tension in his shoulders eased as the doors closed behind them.
Zhenyu: "You didn't have to come here in person."
Xinyue smiled "I wanted to. Besides, it's always good to meet the people you work with."
He gave her a small smile, a rare sight.
Zhenyu: "You handled yourself well down there."
Xinyue : "Was there ever any doubt?"
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