3 A Surprising Encounter (3)

"Yeah, yeah, let's go buy purses."

The two girls walked away, chatting and laughing.

An Ran was still staring blankly at the screen. The interview had already ended. A beat later, she lowered her head and looked at the name card, wrinkled from her playing with it.

The name on it said: President of Ye Group—Ye Chengwei!

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The headquarters of the Ye Group rose up among a cluster of buildings. It reflected the sunlight, showing off its dominance as the number one company of A City.

It made people want to worship it.

An Ran stood before the cold front door, hesitating. As a 17-year-old girl, she had a fresh look unique to girls. Even though she wore an old dress, it still couldn't affect her fresh beauty.

After hesitating before the door, she still gathered her courage and strode into the elegant yet cold lobby of Ye Group.

A pretty girl in a sophisticated cream-white professional dress was waiting for her before the president's personal elevator. The girl had a smile unique to working women.

Xiao Mei studied An Ran, who was clearly nervous but was trying to act calm, and bowed slightly. She asked politely, "Are you Miss An?"

"I-I'm An Ran."

"Miss An, President Ye is waiting for you in the office." Xiao Mei extended a hand politely and pressed the up button on the elevator.

Even though she couldn't sense a bit of a socialite's aura on An Ran, Ye Chengwei had personally told her, his assistant, to welcome the guest. Ye Chengwei evidently cared about her.

Half an hour ago, An Ran had gathered the courage to call Ye Chengwei. Many years later, Ye Chengwei would wonder why he had given An Ran his personal card back then.

It was destiny.

The elevator went straight to the 30th floor of the building. The hallway was silent—so silent that An Ran could hear her heartbeat.

Xiao Mei pushed open the office's door. At the cold gust, An Ran shuddered.

"President Ye, Miss An is here."

The person inside gave an indifferent hum. An Ran didn't take a step. The voice was so cold that it kept people thousands of miles away. Did it really belong to a 23-year-old boy?

"Miss An, take a seat here." Xiao Mei extended a hand at the sofa on the side.

The white leather sofa was pure like snow. An Ran felt uncomfortable sitting on it.

"Miss An, would you like to drink anything?" Xiao Mei smiled sweetly.

An Ran thought for a moment and uttered one word softly. "Water."

"Sure." Xiao Mei's smile continued. There wasn't a single change.

She closed the door softly. Ye Chengwei sat with his back to An Ran. He seemed to be reading something. There were the soft sounds of pages turning.

Xiao Mei brought over the warm water and left again. During this time, Ye Chengwei didn't say anything to An Ran. It was like she was invisible.

The atmosphere was unsettling. An Ran sat uncomfortably. The air conditioning was too strong and she was too cold. She could only pick up the cup to warm herself.

Just then, Ye Chengwei turned slightly. Staring coolly at An Ran who was about to drink water, he said in a low voice, "You're looking for me?"

The sudden voice made An Ran's hands tremble and she spilled the water. She flinched instinctively and the water splashed onto the overly-clean carpet. It spread quickly.

An Ran's face reddened, but there was an ineffable pure beauty.

She didn't dare to look at Ye Chengwei's expression. She only knew that in the corner of her vision, she saw a face that wasn't covered with sunglasses. He was indeed shockingly handsome.