Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 93 I hope the world will treat her well

Then he opened the door to the conference room.

The tense atmosphere was ignited in an instant, and the pressure made his breathing unconsciously lighter. Jin Yanchen calmly opened the main seat.

He crossed his legs, feeling comfortable, raised his hand and asked, "Uncles, please feel free to tell me what you think."

The Jin family is a traditional family business. Jin Ming made his fortune through marriage. The company has many branches and complex relationships. Now that the power transition is imminent, naturally everyone wants a piece of the pie.

Jin Yanchen said he was asking for your advice, but his attitude was not very humble. During private department meetings, he would secretly call him the real "Prince". Later, when he thought about it carefully, the man sitting high on the stand was not a prince at all, but an iron-blooded emperor who had conquered the country.

He could see through the evil thoughts of his subordinates with just one glance.

The atmosphere today is a bit weird because Song Zhi, who is sitting on the right, has changed into a classic business outfit and is holding a document in her hand. Sitting in a row with her are people who belong to the Song family. It's a board meeting, and there's a vague sense of taking sides.

Jin Yanchen took a quick glance and smiled faintly without saying anything.

Song Ming coughed lightly and made his intention clear. "The director of the HR department resigned a month ago, and the new candidate is yet to be decided."

Jin Yanchen glanced at him and asked, "Do you have a candidate?"

Song Ming said: "I think the eldest lady is very suitable."

The eldest lady he mentioned was Song Zhi. Song Zhi took her mother's surname and had always been cultivated by the Song family.

Right behind Song Zhi was the Song family's deep-rooted power in the company. She looked over with a smug smile on her face.

Jin Yanchen lowered his head and rubbed the agarwood on his wrist. No one dared to speak until he said yes.

After letting it hang for a while, he suddenly asked, "Is this what father meant or what you meant?"

Song Ming was stunned for a moment, his momentum suddenly weakened because of his words. He whispered, "It was my suggestion."

"Then let's start with the basics. Don't you still need to continue studying?"

These words were like the final word. Jin Yanchen flipped through the roster in his hand and picked out two employees for promotion.

Song Zhi's facial expression changed again and again, and finally turned blue. It was obvious that he was unwilling to be a small clerk.

Jin Yanchen was too lazy to deal with her anymore. The meeting ended here. His eyes fell lightly on Song Ming and he pushed the door to leave.

Song Zhi stepped forward to stop him: "Brother, don't you plan to return the company to me?"

Jin Yanchen raised his eyebrows, seeming to find her words ridiculous.

"If you have the ability, you can get it yourself."

Song Zhi's face flushed, and she began to argue with him, "You clearly know that father doesn't want me to join the company. He only wants you as the heir. Your mother killed my mother and brother. Why does my father think I'm not suitable for joining the company because I'm a girl?"

"If you want to trace the origin, this company also belongs to me."

Jin Yanchen looked at her calmly: "I respect the rights of every woman equally, so I allow you to join the company and compete with me. When I first joined the company, I also started as a small clerk."

He spoke with great force, and at this moment the majesty of a superior was fully revealed.

"I only look at your ability here, so come on."

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, her eyelashes drooped, her tone suddenly lowered, her voice so small that it seemed only she could hear it, "I wish you were really my brother."

Jin Yanchen strode forward and picked up the lady's handbag on the table.

He flipped through it casually. There were only a few things inside. Three unopened letters of recommendation, like the ring that she didn't like, were left alone in their original places forever.

Cheng Ning drove for him.

He drove onto the Second Ring Road with great skill, and his eyes could not help but drift to the silver Birkin in the back seat.

Of course he remembered the bag.

People like them don't need to go to the store to choose in person, as a lot of brands are delivered to their homes every year. But for some reason, Jin Yanchen suddenly picked one carefully that day. Thinking back to that day, it should be because Jian Yi complained casually that the shoulder strap of the bag was tight, and for some reason, this unintentional remark was taken to heart.

Cheng Ning asked softly, "Why did you agree to let Miss Song join the company?"

“This is a bad deal.”

This is indeed a deal without any benefits.

Perhaps it will nourish Song Zhi's ambition, and perhaps it will make those forces hidden in the dark ready to move.

Jin Yanchen moved his fingers and pressed his fingertips on the strap of the bag. There was originally a sambad blue Pegasus hanging here. Jian Yi liked this little accessory very much, so naturally, she took it away.

Jin Yanchen spoke slowly: "It's not all about business, I just suddenly thought of her--"

“I hope the world will be kind to her.”

The topic ends here.

Cheng Ning felt that the following topic should not be pursued in depth, so he turned the steering wheel and suddenly smiled. He loved Jin Yanchen so much that he loved his family, and yet there were still people in the romantic world who said that Jin Yanchen was cold-hearted and heartless.

The car stopped in front of the villa.

This place has been completely transformed. There is no longer any playground for debauchery, only a hostess with a plain face standing far away.

Jian Yi pushed the door open and slowly walked towards them.

She was wearing a green cheongsam, which was extremely cool and refreshing in the severe winter. She walked towards me gracefully, like a river of misty rain, which instantly made people dream of returning to the south of the Yangtze River.

Jin Yanchen got out of the car and turned his head to look over.

His brows were as deep as before, but he glanced at her with a hint of smile, waved his hand, and asked her to come over.

Jian Yi walked over slowly.

Her heart was pounding and she could hardly look him in the eye.

She looked down and saw the shiny golden cufflink on his cuff with cloud pattern engraved on the edge. She carefully engraved her name on it.

She didn't remember what her mood was at the time, but she only remembered the moment when her name was engraved, she felt a secret joy in her heart that was hard to dispel.

Jian Yi bit her lower lip and said to him, "I have made a decision."

Jin Yanchen looked up at her. He reached out and gently lifted her chin. His tone was very warm. "Xiaoyi, raise your head and talk."

"I lost the bag you gave me."

"Is this this one?"

Jin Yanchen turned around and took the bag from the car, his fingertips hooked on the bag strap. He said lazily, "It's no big deal. If you don't like this one, I'll buy you another one."

Jian Yi's eyelashes trembled violently. She reached out her hand and touched her bag, but it was empty.

The three iron-like recommendation letters disappeared, replaced by a blank brikin filled with roses.

What a romantic lover.

He used the rare and valuable brikin to make a flower basket.

Jian Yi's eyelashes were wet, and she looked up at Jin Yanchen. His face was full of the frivolity and recklessness of a rich man, but it was a pity that she was still a little childish, like a child about to become an adult, holding on to the last bit of clarity.

Jian Yi held the bouquet of flowers in her arms, her tears falling down. This was a vulnerable gesture she rarely made, but the words she said were extremely clear and precise.

She said: "Jin Yanchen, I want to go abroad. I don't want to live alone for the rest of my life."

Jin Yanchen looked at her gently. He had both maturity and willfulness in his temperament. Whenever Jian Yi wanted to express something, he would immediately put away all his unserious expressions, like a perfect listener, approving and waiting for her emotions.

(End of this chapter)