Yang Liu calls Han Chen

At that moment, Han Chen pulled out his personal phone, answering it in front of all the executives in the meeting room.

He was taken aback when he saw the caller ID and quickly picked up, ignoring the curious glances from his colleagues. "Hello?" he said, waiting for the voice on the other end.

"Are you busy right now?" Yang Liu's voice came through, sounding light yet purposeful.

Han Chen glanced around the meeting room, noting the hushed silence enveloping his colleagues, and replied, "No, you can talk."

Yang Liu continued, "I just dropped Han Wei off at school and am heading home, but I'd like to know if I can pick him up at the end of the day?"

Surprised by her sudden warmth, Han Chen paused for a moment, pondering her change in demeanor. Why is she acting so differently? he thought. I've only known her for three months, and I can count on one hand how many times we've met.

Snapping back to reality, he couldn't help but tease, "Sure, that works. I won't be able to pick him up today anyway. If you don't, he'll have to stay at school until tomorrow."

Yang Liu smiled at his light-hearted response, feeling a flutter of excitement. This man's voice is nice, even when he jokes. But what does he really look like? The book only described him as elegant, handsome, and rich.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and asked, "Are you coming for dinner tonight?"

Han Chen raised an eyebrow, a hint of regret in his tone. "Probably not; I have a lot of work."

Yang Liu sighed softly. "Okay then, I won't bother you anymore. Bye."

"Bye," he replied quickly before hanging up.

Beep beep.

After finishing the call, Han Chen checked a message from his butler, which read:

BUTLER LING:

"I've sent you a photo of the young master with Madame now."

Intrigued, Han Chen opened the photo and was taken aback. It captured a heartwarming moment of Yang Liu in a striking red dress, descending the stairs, hand in hand with his son, both smiling radiantly. The beauty of the moment struck him, and he saved the image to his phone.

Meanwhile, Secretary Jian stood behind Han Chen, eyes wide with surprise as he witnessed the scene unfold. The room was enveloped in silence, each executive exchanging glances, unsure who would speak first.

Breaking the tension, Han Chen lifted his glass of water, took a sip, and then put his phone back in his pocket. "Project approved. Let's move on to the next topic."

A collective sigh of relief washed over the room as everyone resumed the meeting, their minds now drifting towards how to please the boss's new wife with thoughtful gifts.

Later that day, Yang Liu arrived home to find Butler Ling waiting for her with a welcoming smile.

As she entered the living room, her gaze landed on a beautifully wrapped gift sitting on the table. "What's this?" she asked, curiosity piquing her interest.

Butler Ling replied, "This is a wedding gift from Secretary Jian and his wife."

Intrigued, Yang Liu approached the table and carefully unwrapped the package. Her excitement bubbled over as she revealed a stunning piece of jewelry, glittering under the light. Accompanying it was a card that read: "Wishing you happiness, from: Secretary Jian and Wife. (P.S.: This is Mrs. Jian. Let's arrange to have tea and go shopping sometime. My phone number is below. Kisses.)"

Butler Ling chuckled as he read the card aloud. "Madame, Mrs. Zhen Lian has always been humorous, but she's a good person. Please don't misunderstand."

Yang Liu glanced back at the message and then at her butler, her smile growing wider. "I won't misunderstand. I already like her; she seems easygoing. We definitely need to meet."

Feeling a wave of happiness wash over her, she climbed the stairs with her gift in hand. Little did she know that by the end of the day, fifty more gifts, each more impressive than the last, would arrive at her house, signaling the start of a new chapter filled with surprises and connections.