Song Junhan tidied his tie before entering the office.
Although he had made a name for himself in the entertainment industry, he was nowhere on the organization’s hierarchy.
The attention and resources he was receiving now were mostly obtained through Su Wan’s father.
The thought of Su Wan made Song Junhan uncomfortable.
He would not allow someone who had seen him at his most vulnerable to live long. Once he truly grasped supreme power, neither Su Wan nor her overbearing father, Mr. Su, would survive.
However, it was fortunate that Su Wan had also lost face back then, and likely wouldn't dare speak of what happened publicly.
She simply avoided him, which suited him as he didn’t want to see Su Wan either.
Mr. Su was unaware of what had transpired between them, believing it to be Su Wan throwing a childish tantrum. He even asked Song Junhan to indulge her.
The current Song Junhan was no longer the penniless young man he once was. Mr. Su had high hopes for him and treated him with more politeness. Yet, that condescending attitude was something Song Junhan found deeply unpleasant.
This time, he was also told to seize any opportunity to visit Professor Xiang.
Although Mr. Su hadn't explicitly stated Professor Xiang's importance within the organization, he had subtly pointed it out to Song Junhan.
Song Junhan, now desperately trying to climb the ladder, would not waste such an opportunity or connection.
Indeed, he had specifically canceled two important interviews. On his way, he had also searched for Professor Xiang’s information. Upon learning of Professor Xiang's social standing and global ranking, Song Junhan attached even more importance to this meeting.
This Professor Xiang was clearly far superior to that Mr. Su!
This Professor Xiang was a more suitable stepping stone for his ascent.
As the door opened, the first person Song Junhan saw wasn't Xiang Xueyuan sitting behind the desk, but Xifu sitting on the sofa.
Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her skin was fair, and her delicate features were perfectly proportioned. Her pair of emerald eyes looked over, as pure as a lake glimpsed only in myths.
In that instant, Song Junhan felt a blow to his heart.
Xifu glanced at Song Junhan once and then lost interest. She withdrew her gaze and paid him no further attention.
Song Junhan, however, remained lost in his thoughts for a long time, only snapping back to reality when a male voice called out.
“Song Junhan? Just as Old Su said, dignified and promising young man.”
Song Junhan shifted his gaze to Xiang Xueyuan and immediately realized his失礼. He chuckled and quickly stepped forward, saying, “Professor Xiang, thank you for your praise. My achievements are nothing noteworthy; I still have much to learn from you.”
“Heh,” Xiang Xueyuan chuckled and shook Song Junhan’s hand before introducing, “This is my daughter, Xifu.”
“Xifu.” Song Junhan looked towards Xifu at the sound of his name, murmuring it, finding that the name perfectly matched Xifu herself.
Beautiful, mysterious, and unfathomable.
Xifu looked at Song Junhan’s outstretched hand and casually shook it, nodding slightly.
Looking into Xifu’s eyes up close, Song Junhan felt as if he were being drawn in.
Could such a pure and beautiful woman exist in this world?
Song Junhan was deeply captivated by Xifu, but Xifu found Song Junhan’s gaze somewhat nauseating. She even felt disgusted and uncomfortable being in contact with him.
After a brief handshake, Xifu immediately withdrew her hand and moved to a seat further away.
Facing Xifu’s disdain, Song Junhan remained frozen in place, somewhat bewildered and astonished. A great sense of disappointment and humiliation welled up within him.
“Xifu grew up in Northern Europe from a young age, she's introverted and shy. She doesn’t speak much Chinese and doesn't quite understand our social etiquette,” Xiang Xueyuan said naturally, expertly smoothing over the situation. “This child has much to learn, heh.”
Hearing Xiang Xueyuan’s words, Song Junhan gave a dry chuckle, sat down, and changed the subject.
Xiang Xueyuan only asked Song Junhan about his work. After their conversation, he neither had a particularly good nor bad impression of Song Junhan, but he did acknowledge Song Junhan’s capabilities.
As time ticked by, someone came to remind Xiang Xueyuan of a meeting, and Xiang Xueyuan then signaled for Song Junhan to leave. “I have some other matters to attend to, so I won’t keep you any longer, Mr. Song.”
“Not at all, it was my intrusion,” Song Junhan, being perceptive, immediately stood up and said, “I hope to have the opportunity to host you and Miss Xifu for dinner.”
“Oh? Thank you in advance, Mr. Song,” Xiang Xueyuan paused before replying, “However, the institute will begin its research next week, and I may not have much time recently. We can discuss it another time.”
“Alright.” Song Junhan nodded and said, “Then I shall not disturb you further.”
“I’m heading to a meeting now,” Xiang Xueyuan glanced at his watch, then looked at Xifu and said in Finnish, “Xifu, please escort Mr. Song out.”
Xifu then nodded, stood up, and gestured for Song Junhan to leave.
Although Song Junhan didn’t understand Finnish, he understood the meaning from the gesture. After thanking her again, Song Junhan walked out of the office with Xifu.
As they walked towards the elevator, Song Junhan looked at Xifu’s beautiful profile, his heart filled with emotion. He decided to strike up a conversation in English. “Miss Xifu, I may not understand Finnish, but my English is decent. If you need anything or want to explore places in China during your stay, please feel free to contact me.”
Hearing Song Junhan's words, Xifu rolled her eyes internally, but her expression remained unchanged. She simply spread her hands, shook her head helplessly, and said in Finnish, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.” She then seemed to clumsily repeat it in English.
Seeing this, Song Junhan merely smiled, took out his business card, and handed it to Xifu. “Call me.”
Xifu took Song Junhan’s business card, gave another dry laugh, and just as the elevator arrived, she smiled and waved goodbye.
Song Junhan repeated, “Call me,” before stepping into the elevator.
After the elevator doors closed, Xifu’s smile vanished. She rolled her eyes, crumpled the business card in her hand, and threw it into the trash can.
How dare such scum lust after her?
If this were Northern Europe, such trash wouldn't see the sun tomorrow!
Bastard.
When Xifu returned to the office, Xiang Xueyuan was on the phone. “How are things with the Lei family?”
Seeing this, Xifu obediently sat back down on the sofa.
“Good, continue the surveillance.” Xiang Xueyuan’s gaze paused slightly as it passed over Xifu before he continued, “I will have Xifu go over next week. Yes, that’s all.”
After Xiang Xueyuan hung up, Xifu asked, “Father, is there news from the third young master of the Lei family? Is he preparing to take people to find that treasure?”