Zhao Hu expounded, "Recently there were some issues with my company, and I've met some cash flow problems . I was urgently selling off one of my houses in the suburbs . That place is quite secluded and currently, there aren't any plans to develop that area . So no one was interested in buying the land for a long time . Fortunately, Madam Yan appeared and because of her help, my company managed to get out of the crisis . I'm extremely grateful to her . "
"I've already found a more suitable place . "
Yan Rusheng recalled Wen Xuxu's words, and a smile flitted across his face .
After contemplating for a moment, he remained emotionless and only replied with a soft 'uh' . He glanced at the bags on the man's hands and continued, "I'll convey your message as she isn't in the office right now . "
"I'll have to trouble President Yan then . This is something small to express my gratitude . " Zhao Hu lifted his hands and presented the delicacies to Yan Rusheng .
Yan Rusheng frowned immediately when he caught a whiff of the foul stench again . His face crinkled as he pinched his nose with his fingers .
"Oh god!" This fellow wanted him to hold these smelly bags .
He didn't want to linger any longer, so he stretched his hand and received the bags . "I got it . "
"Thank you, President Yan . I'm leaving now . " Zhao Hu bowed and turned around to leave .
Yan Rusheng looked down at the bags in his hand after Zhao Hu left the building .
"President Yan, Madam is in the office . "
The receptionist spoke softly to remind him, and Young Master Yan glared at her . "If I say she isn't around, then she isn't . "
The young receptionist shrunk back in fear and instantly bowed her head, and said no more .
"President Yan . "
Yan Rusheng exited the elevator and strode into the office with heavy footsteps . Everyone greeted him promptly .
"President Yan . " Qiao Jian was about to photocopy some documents when he saw Yan Rusheng . He glanced at the bags that he was holding . "What are those bags for?"
Yan Rusheng stole a glance at Wen Xuxu and a devious gleam streaked across his eyes .
He looked at Qiao Jian and said with an indifferent expression, "I picked these up outside . Everyone may choose something they like . "
Then he stuffed the bags in his hands .
Qiao Jian hurriedly supported the bags with his hands, and a stench assailed his nostrils . He frowned and knew that Yan Rusheng was lying that he had picked up these .
President Yan would never take something that someone else had thrown away .
Yan Rusheng stuffed his hands back into his pockets after dumping the stuff to Qiao Jian . He walked rather gleefully back to his office .
Xuxu stood up and intercepted him mid-way . "Yan Rusheng . "
Yan Rusheng nodded at her with a smile . "Wen Xuxu, you really have unique foresight and taste . "
She had bought a house no one else had wanted .
When he heard Zhao Hu describing the place as secluded, and furthermore there weren't any plans to develop that area, he really had an impulse to slap him .
Was he implying that his wife was a fool?
Xuxu gazed at him, feeling puzzled . "What do you mean?"
He had sprung out a comment like that; why did she have unique foresight?
Yan Rusheng ignored and brushed her question aside . "Did you make the arrangements for the event tomorrow?"
Xuxu answered, "I'm going to the venue at 2 p . m . today . "
Yan Rusheng gave a vague nod and without another word, swept past Xuxu .
Xuxu gazed at him feeling frustrated . How much longer does this fellow intend to be angry at her?
Chapter end
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