"Chairman!" The receptionist, a pretty young lady, exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Yang Chen.
Yang Chen smiled brightly and nodded to her.
"Ah! The chairman smiled at me! He smiled at me!" The young lady was so thrilled she nearly jumped up.
Rumors circulated throughout the company about why Wei Xueqing, who was both beautiful and wealthy, didn't have a boyfriend—it was said that Yang Chen had claimed her.
On the contrary, Yang Chen, though young and wealthy, wasn't the typical fair-skinned pretty boy; he exuded masculine charm, with chiseled features full of aggression, irresistible to any woman.
In fact, which woman in the company didn't have a little secret hope? If the young and wealthy chairman favored them, even if not becoming the official wife, they'd certainly enjoy prosperity and luxury—no need to work themselves to exhaustion daily.
"Chairman, you're here!"
"Chairman!"
"Good day, Chairman!"
"Ah! Chairman, you've arrived!"
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