Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 161: Meeting in the Elevator, Sixth Lord’s Cold Face

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

It was the “Ares Tears” that had been discarded by her before.

Under the sunlight, its radiance was dazzling, even slightly painful.

Shen Wan gazed at it for a long time, then wore it on her left wrist, and finally, she pushed the car door open.

As one of the top giants in Ning City, Mingda Group was located in the prime commercial district of the city. It was a standalone office building with a grand exterior and exquisite decoration, spanning a total of thirty-three floors. The distribution of authority formed a pyramid, with higher floors representing higher positions and greater power.

Taking the elevator to the first-floor lobby, a beautiful and tall receptionist greeted her with a smile. “May 1 help you with anything?”

Shen Wan handed over her employee card, and when the receptionist saw the position listed, she couldn’t help but glance at her with the corner of her eye. “Are you… President Shen of Mingya Advertising?”

“Yes,” Shen Wan replied, her voice cool and refreshing, like taking a bite of chilled watermelon on a scorching summer day.

“Alright, this way, please.” .

With one hand holding the documents that needed to be signed, and the other hand taking back the access card, Shen Wan’s slender figure remained upright, like a small poplar standing against the wind in the Gobi Desert.

“Oh my! Is that Third Lady Shen?” a young girl exclaimed.

“What? Are you sure?” Another girl with a dimpled face asked, her eyes sparkling.

“At the annual banquet, although 1 was far away, I still vividly remember her stunning dance with that big shot. I can’t forget it even now. Besides, her employee card lists her position as the President of Mingya. The recent personnel notice was clear; there’s no way it’s a mistake!”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? 1 didn’t even pay attention to her appearance. Such a pity…”

The young girl pondered for a moment, “Well, in terms of looks, she’s definitely not as stunning as Manager Shen, but her figure and temperament are really outstanding!”

“Tch, only those who are ugly get praised for their temperament, right?”

“No! Absolutely not!” She crossed her hands over her chest with conviction. “1 estimate she’s over 1.7 meters tall, very fair and slim, with dark and bright eyes that sparkle when she looks at you. It’s the kind of woman who doesn’t immediately catch your attention with her face, but her aura is captivating.” “Aren’t you exaggerating?” The girl with dimples looked at Shen Wan’s retreating figure and mumbled, “Well, she is quite tall, and her legs…”

Crossing the lobby, she arrived at the elevator entrance.

The Human Resources department she was heading to was on the 11th floor, and several elevators displayed “going down”. Shen Wan stood on the right, waiting silently.

*Ding!*

The elevator doors opened, and both the people inside and outside simultaneously looked up. Shen Wan was momentarily stunned and unexpectedly collided with a pair of pitch-black, sinister eyes.

A smile deepened at the corner of Quan Banting’s lips, but in the next second, when his gaze landed on her left wrist, the previously pleasant curve suddenly turned icy. His eyes became extremely oppressive and hostile as if he could pounce on her and bite her at any moment.

Shen Wan’s nape tingled, feeling inexplicable. She thought, perhaps this person must have studied Sichuan opera; his ability to change expressions was too fast.

“Wan Wan?! Why are you here?” Shen Chunjiang, who was riding along, broke the silence first.

Shen Wan averted her gaze, no longer looking at Quan Hanting, and simply said, “I’m here to get a stamp from the Human Resources department.”

Shen Chunjiang nodded and extended his hand to stop the elevator doors. With his other hand, he made a gesture of invitation. “Sixth Lord—”

Quan Banting’s face remained cold. He didn’t glance at Shen Wan but strode outside with large steps.

Shen Chunjiang followed behind, not like a CEO but more like a tired lackey rushing after him.

Sixth Lord…

Shen Wan silently repeated those two words, her tongue touching her upper palate, then sweeping over her lower jaw. Suddenly, a smile bloomed on her face.

Is he really that formidable?

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