The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

On the first day of work after the Spring Festival, Chen Hao took Zhou Yian to visit Wen Junru.

"Mr. Chen, Miss Zhou, Happy New Year." Wen Junru extended his hand like a gentleman.

"Mr. Wen, Happy New Year." Chen Hao and Zhou Yian shook hands with Wen Junru respectively.

"Boss Wen, I've been wanting to visit you for years, but you've never been available. I finally got to meet you today."

"Mr. Chen, I can't help it. I was really busy before the New Year. I'm sorry for not welcoming you two here today."

Zhou Yian sat aside in low-key silence. He was just here to serve as a foil in this kind of scene, and the lower his presence, the better.

"Ms. Zhou, I wonder if you still remember me? Did we know each other before?" Wen Junru suddenly turned the topic to Zhou Yian.

"We know each other?" Zhou Yian found it unbelievable and instantly went through all the scenarios in his memory where he might meet him, but his brain still couldn't find this person.

"Guangtian No. 1 Middle School, do you remember?" Wen Junru raised his eyebrows and nodded, giving her a hint.

"We are alumni?" Zhou Yian suddenly realized and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Yes, and we are both members of the literature club." Wen Junru nodded with a smile on his face.

"Oh, it turns out that President Wen and Yi'an are schoolmates. What a fate." Chen Hao danced with joy and seemed even more excited than Zhou Yi'an.

"Sorry, I don't seem to have any impression of you." Zhou Yian seemed a little embarrassed.

"Haha, it's normal that you don't have any impression. I was several years older than you at that time."

"When you first transferred to our school, you immediately ranked first in your grade. You were a beauty and a top student. You shocked the whole school at that time."

"But I don't know why you transferred to another school not long after we started, and you disappeared without a trace. I didn't expect to meet you here many years later. It's such a special fate."

Zhou Yian tried hard to think of something to start with so as to follow Wen Junru's topic and not spoil his fun. However, his memory of that time was only fragmented. He only remembered that he studied there for a year, but could not recall anything more specific.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't have a very good memory and I can't remember what happened at that time." Zhou Yian felt a little at a loss.

"It's okay, it's okay. Forget it if you can't remember. Let's not talk about this topic." It has to be said that Wen Junru is very good at dealing with people and doing things. He saw Zhou Yian's embarrassment and took the initiative to help her out.

On the way back, Chen Hao asked curiously, "Yian, do you really not remember, or do you not want to get too close to President Wen?"

"This should have only happened seven or eight years ago. How come you can't remember it at all?"

"No, I really can't remember. My memory is not very good."

Chen Hao sighed, "That's good. It seems that he chose our company largely because of you. Yi'an, you are really a benefactor to our company."

"Brother Hao, don't say that. Mr. Wen is a shrewd businessman. It's impossible for him to give the order to our company just because we are old acquaintances. He gave it to us because the planning proposal made by our company is indeed good." Zhou Yian didn't like to take credit, nor did he think that Wen Junru really placed the order here because of him. This kind of social etiquette is the most difficult to handle and the hardest to repay.

"That's right, but you don't have to be too modest. You are indeed very good."

Zhou Yian smiled, said nothing more, and rested with his eyes closed.

The radio in the car was playing entertainment news. When Zhou Yian heard Xu Zehao's name, he suddenly opened his eyes with clear eyes.

[Xu Zehao, the heir of Xu Group, had a night out with a beautiful lady. According to our news report, recently, the eldest son of the Xu family, who has been elusive, was photographed by paparazzi having a night out with a beautiful lady at the MG Club. The two were very intimate...]

The announcer was reporting the news in a vivid and exaggerated tone, but Zhou Yian had no heart to listen any further. She impatiently took out her cell phone and typed Xu Zehao's name into the search terms.

Soon, various information about him popped up one after another.

Xu Zehao is usually a low-key person, and he has been back to China for a short time. Apart from appearing in some written interviews in official media, there is very little news about him, and there is not even a clear frontal photo.

When Zhou Yian saw the entry title in large black font with a few blurry photos underneath, his heart suddenly hung in the air, hoping that it wasn't him.

His thumb trembled a few times, and finally he clicked on the details page.

The photos taken secretly this time were very blurry. One could only see a vague figure, and even the facial features were blurred. However, Zhou Yian still recognized him at a glance. This man was Xu Zehao.

He was hugging a woman with a beautiful figure, and the two of them were leaning their heads against each other, very close.

Zhou Yian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She quickly closed the page and kept brainwashing herself, saying that it didn't matter, he was not someone she had ever known, and she shouldn't care.

This happened so suddenly and the impact was too great for her. She turned pale and her breathing became rapid.

"What's wrong with you, Yian?" Chen Hao, who was driving, noticed something wrong with Zhou Yian.

"It's okay, I'm a little carsick. Can I open the window a little?" Zhou Yian asked weakly.

"Sure, you drive." Seeing that she looked so uncomfortable, Chen Hao hurriedly helped her roll down the window a little.

He hugged another woman, so did he do the same things to her? Did he also take her out to dinner? To buy her gifts? Then in his eyes, what was I? One of many women?

The more Zhou Yian tried to calm down, the more her mind became uncontrollably. She took out her phone and wanted to ask Xu Zehao who that person was, but she knew that she had no right to ask because she was the one who had always been in the dark.

In the end, Zhou Yian still did nothing. She felt ridiculous. It was normal not to take a game seriously. Why was she so disturbed?

After returning home, she couldn't help but click on the entry again. She wanted to see who the woman was. She convinced herself that this was the curiosity a woman should have, not because she cared about him.

However, after reading through the comments, no one could figure out who this woman was, and this news was not very popular and did not cause any heated discussion. If she had not been related to Xu Zehao, she might not have even glanced at this kind of gossip about the rich second generation.

According to media reports, this incident happened in the past two days, so he must have been busy during the days when we were not in contact, with a beautiful woman in his arms, looking carefree and relaxed.

Just as Zhou Yian was immersed in his own emotions, his phone suddenly prompted that there was a new message.

[What are you doing?], the message was sent by Wen Junru.

Zhou Yian originally wanted to not reply, but then he thought that it would be impolite since the other party was a big customer of the company after all, so he replied to the message, [Just got home].

【I was a little abrupt about what happened today. 】

[It's okay, it's my fault. My memory is not good. If you want to be rude, it's my fault. I'm sorry for not being able to remember the past.]

[Okay, I hope you don't mind. I'll treat you to a meal when I'm free. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation.]

[Thank you. I will treat you to a meal. You are my client and the client is God.]

[Well, that's not the case. Good planning proposals are hard to come by. This is a win-win situation. Besides, it doesn't make sense to let a girl treat you to a meal.]

Zhou Yian vaguely felt that he couldn't continue the conversation as it would easily lead to misunderstandings, so he quickly found an excuse to end it.