Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

Chapter 55 - 55 President, where is your restraint

?55: President, where is your restraint?

(two in one) 55: President, where is your restraint?

(two in one) The evening self-study session for the third year of high school wouldn’t start until after the opening ceremony, so these few days were temporarily quite free.

After school, it was not yet dark.

Xia Ye didn’t often take the chauffeured car, and Wang Dahai was used to it; these days, he would pick up the young miss and go home without asking her.

Anyway, the second young miss would wander around outside and then head home.

But today, Xia Ye wandered a bit further and even deliberately took a taxi…

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Half an hour later, she stood at the base of the Jiang Consortium’s high-end corporate headquarters building.

Jiang’s office building was located in the most bustling financial district of the East Second Ring, with modern business skyscrapers lined up closely to one another, forming the core dynamic area of Capital City’s economy.

The building in front of her, rising 98 stories above ground and seven below, was undoubtedly the most striking landmark of Capital City.

It was a building that countless ambitious, driven young people dreamed of entering.

The business professionals entering and leaving the building were dressed in suits and leather shoes, while Xia Ye, seated casually on a low column in front of the building, wore a clean, white sports school uniform, a black backpack hooked on her back, and her hair naturally black, making her look exceptionally young and clean.

Although she was in a hurry to perform Soul Absorption, she also understood manners.

Sitting on the low column, she launched a game on her phone and waited until 7:30 PM, when employees gradually began leaving the office.

Only then did she slide her phone into her pocket, adjusted her backpack strap, and walked into the building.

“Hello, who are you looking for?”

The receptionist noticed Xia Ye, whose attire didn’t match the style of the building, and asked.

This must be some employee’s child, I presume?

That’s what the receptionist thought.

Xia Ye walked over, resting her pretty but slightly thin hand on the counter: “Hello, I am looking for Jiang Xuan.”

“Who are you looking for?” the receptionist asked, thinking she had misheard and expressing surprise.

The receptionist’s overly surprised expression nearly made Xia Ye think she had remembered the man’s name wrong: “It’s Jiang…

Xuan?”

The receptionist’s semi-permanent Korean-style eyebrows furrowed, as the young girl in front of her seemed no older than seventeen or eighteen, yet she was here to see the president!

Even they, the receptionists, didn’t often get to see the president okay?

However, the Jiang Consortium’s receptionists were all strictly trained.

Even though her mind was already racing, she still asked politely, “Do you have an appointment?”

“…” Xia Ye realized that she should have sent him a WeChat message before coming.

Well, she was already here, so she might as well follow the procedures: “Can I make an appointment now?”

“Well…” the receptionist hesitated in a troubled tone, “Let me register you first.”

Xia Ye: “Okay.”

“Your telephone number?”

Xia Ye gave her own telephone number.

When she spoke, she habitually looked directly into people’s eyes.

The receptionist’s small face blushed slightly as she lowered her head and her slim fingertips clicked rapidly on the keyboard: “What is your business with the president?”

Xia Ye was exceptionally calm: “I want to invite him for a meal.”

The receptionist’s typing hands suddenly stopped: “You want to invite him for what?”

This was the second time Xia Ye was startled by the receptionist’s sudden reaction.

She repeated: “A meal, to invite him for a meal.”

The receptionist opened her mouth, unsure whether such a reason should even be entered into the computer.

“Can I make an appointment?” Xia Ye was slightly losing her patience.

The receptionist hesitated: “You can, but the president might not necessarily see you.”

Xia Ye tapped her fingers casually on the edge of the counter: “No problem, just help me make the appointment.

If he doesn’t see me, then it’s fine.”

The receptionist shook her head helplessly.

Another crazy fan of the president.

Looks like she’s still in school; no wonder the young calf is not afraid of the tiger.

But it’s also the president’s fault, with that good looks and wealth, yet no one ever heard about him having a partner; isn’t he just bewitching these young girls!

“May I have your surname?”

“Her surname is Xia.”

The receptionist sized her up and suddenly tilted her head.

When Mr.

Dong and Assistant Shen had passed by the reception earlier, she seemed to have heard them mention a Miss Xia…

Just as she was thinking, the VIP elevator, which went directly to the CEO’s office on the top floor, chimed.

The spacious elevator doors opened, and several men in suits and leather shoes stepped out.

The one in the lead was Jiang Xuan.

A few imposing tycoons stood by his side, and following behind him were Shen Jing and Dong Mao, one on each side.

Jiang Xuan still wore his usual deep-colored suit and trousers, standing tall and straight.

Under the light, his fair skin made his features seem even more profound and sculpted.

He was talking with the tycoons around him, his demeanor noble and calm, yet sharp-edged.

Xia Ye watched him, slyly licking her lips.

Just looking at him, she felt like he could help her restore her spiritual energy.

Seeing this, the receptionist, afraid she might suddenly pounce, quickly whispered, “The president and the clients are supposed to have a dinner meeting shortly…”

Just then, Jiang Xuan, who was walking from the elevator, turned his face and suddenly spotted Xia Ye standing by the reception.

His eyelids twitched, and he halted.

The tycoons around him, seeing Jiang Xuan stop, also looked towards Xia Ye.

Dong Mao and Shen Jing exchanged glances and pursed their lips, their expressions having a mutual understanding.

Xia Ye greeted them with a small, flirtatious wave of her hand.

Jiang Xuan softly spoke a few words to the tycoons, then walked over to her, “What are you doing here?”

Xia Ye was to the point.

“I wanted to ask you out for dinner.”

A flash of light passed through Jiang Xuan’s solemn eyes, and his lips curled upward, “Ask me out for dinner?”

“Mhm.”

The receptionist looked at the president in surprise.

Although the president hadn’t been back in the office for long, she had never seen such an expression on his face before.

A face super happy, yet desperately trying to hold it back!

Jiang Xuan turned to the tycoons behind him and said, “Sorry, something came up unexpectedly over here, so our dinner plans are canceled.”

After speaking, he gestured to Dong Mao and Shen Jing.

Asking them to take over dealing with the clients.

“Ah, President Jiang, you go ahead.”

“We can arrange another time.”

The tycoons’ expressions were casual, but their looks towards Xia Ye had changed.

President Jiang was actually standing up the clients for a woman?

This was unheard of!

Xia Ye felt she really had forgotten to notify him in advance, causing him to cancel on the clients to have dinner with her: “If you have important matters to attend to, we can make plans another day…”

Before she could finish, Jiang Xuan cut her off, “It’s not important, I’m not busy.”

The clients, who were just termed as unimportant, felt slighted: …

The receptionist’s mouth hung open wide, and upon seeing Xia Ye again, suddenly felt a profound respect.

Even Dong Mao and Shen Jing, who had long known what kind of person Miss Xia was, had expressions full of mystery.

These clients normally accounted for billions in annual business for the Consortium, didn’t they?

Isn’t it said that restraint is the hardest?

President, where is your restraint?!

But Jiang Xuan, completely ignoring their increasingly shocked expressions, left with Xia Ye, “Where do you want to eat?

I’ll drive.”