At the end of March in Beicheng, the spring was cold.
Shen Qinghuan stood downstairs in the Yan'an Group Building, looked up at the eighty-story glass curtain wall building, and took a deep breath. The sunlight reflected dazzling light on the mirrored exterior wall, causing her to squint subconsciously.
Three days ago, a strange phone call broke the peace of her studio preparation period.
"Miss Shen Qinghuan? I am the legal department of Yan'an Group. Regarding the marriage registration between you and Mr. Lu Yanxing, you need to come in person to negotiate the relevant agreement."
She thought she had received a scam call.
Until the other party reported a series of precise personal information - ID number, graduation school, studio registration address, and even her entrepreneurial loan application number that was rejected by the bank last month.
Half an hour later, she stood here.
As the elevator went up, the numbers jumped from 1 to 68. In the mirrored elevator compartment, Shen Qinghuan looked at her reflection: a beige sweater and dark gray wide-leg pants, her long hair was tied loosely behind her head, and her plain face was only covered with lip balm. She deliberately didn't dress up - whether the meeting was real or not, she wanted to keep her pace.
"Ding——"
Floor 68, president's office area.
The girl at the front desk was obviously waiting, guiding her down the long corridor with a smile. There were several contemporary oil paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor. Shen Qinghuan recognized one of them as a young painter she liked very much. The market price had already exceeded one million. The financial strength of Yan'an Group is evident.
"Ms. Shen, please wait a moment." The front desk opened the door of a reception room, "Mr. Lu is finishing a video conference and will come over soon."......
