Boss, You Can't Afford to Mess With This Heiress

“Miss, you can't go in. President Shen is in a meeting, ” “Bang!” The door flew open with a kick. Shen Yan was signing a twelve-billion-yuan acquisition contract. The entire conference room fell silent. Everyone turned toward the doorway and drew in a sharp breath. A young woman strolled in wearing cartoon dinosaur pajamas and bunny slippers, her hair sticking up like a bird's nest. She held a half-eaten grilled sausage, chili oil still smeared on the corner of her mouth. She looked around, fixed her gaze on the man at the head of the table, and grinned. “So you're Shen Yan? You're nothing special. My ex was way better-looking, but you're richer than him.” The hand holding Shen Yan's fountain pen paused slightly. He looked up at the unexpected visitor. His assistant had already gone pale and looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him up. The security team rushed in behind her. Their leader looked terrified. “President Shen, I'm sorry, we couldn't stop her, ” “Stop me?” The woman shot him a glare, planted her hands on her hips, and puffed out her chest with absolute confidence. “I'm your President Shen's fiancée! The legitimate kind! His grandfather made it official!” The whole room erupted in astonishment. Shen Yan slowly put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, studying her expressionlessly. Three seconds later, he spoke in a deep, clear voice without a trace of warmth. “When did I ever have a fiancée?” The woman didn't flinch. She pulled out her phone, opened a photo, and held it up in front of him. “Take a good look. Your grandfather wrote the marriage contract himself. It's right there in black and white, and it even has your fingerprint.” The photo showed an old, yellowed marriage contract. The writing on it was bold and forceful: Shen Yan, eldest grandson of the Shen family, and Lin Lu, daughter of the Lin family, are to be joined in marriage for the good of both families...