Chapter 9

Su Kexin worked at a magazine publisher, and they were going to interview the president of the Chiyao Group this time.

The Chiyao Group was something of a legend in S City.

Three years ago, after the Chiyao Group's sudden founding, it quickly and ruthlessly carved out its spot in S City's financial world. Over the next three short years, this company that came out of nowhere rapidly developed into one of S City's biggest financial powers. Soon enough, it stood equal to the three families in S City with all their years of history.

As for the president of the Chiyao Group, he was even more intriguing than the group itself.

It had been three years now, but nobody even knew his name and face, much less any details about him.

Nevertheless, the fact that he remained unknown did not dampen everyone's passions towards this mysterious president.

Take Xiao Mei, for instance. The moment she knew they were going to interview the president of the Chiyao Group, she went to all those lengths to dress up like this.

Su Kexin looked at Xiao Mei, somewhat amused, as she teased, "Xiao Mei, are you that desperate to leave a good impression on the president of Chiyao? Aren't you scared he turns out to be a bald old perv?"

"Ptooey ptooey! I don't believe that!" Xiao Mei stomped her foot angrily. "Everyone's saying that the president of the Chiyao Group is especially young. He's a proper golden bachelor!"

In contrast to Xiao Mei's look of anticipation, Sis Zheng straightened her expression and said, "This is a rare chance for an interview, so we have to be properly prepared. Remember, this is the first time the Chiyao president is accepting any interviews from the media. If we manage to get a picture of him, we'll be able to boost the magazine's sales to an unprecedented high."

Su Kexin nodded.

It was true that the president of Chiyao never accepted interviews. When their magazine first approached Chiyao, they were rejected, but for some weird reason, Chiyao suddenly called again yesterday and said they would take the interview.

The sudden good news left even their editor-in-chief stunned. It was as though a treasure had fallen right into their laps.

The three women quickly compared their interview questions. After that, Su Kexin, Sis Zheng, and Xiao Mei headed to the Chiyao Group with their photographer in tow.

The Chiyao Group was located in S City's financial district. After they registered with the receptionist on the first floor, Su Kexin and the others took the elevator right to the top floor.

"You're from Style Magazine, right?" The young secretary from the president's office immediately greeted them when she saw them come out of the elevator. "President Gu is already waiting for you inside."

With that, she led them into the president's office.

President Gu?

Su Kexin blinked.

She was surprised to hear that the president of Chiyao had the same last name as her new husband.

When they walked in, Xiao Mei was especially nervous, and she kept pulling Su Kexin's arm, asking in a whisper if her hair was messy.

Su Kexin was quite bemused, and she replied equally softly, "No, no, it isn't messy. It's very pretty…"

As Su Kexin said that, she raised her gaze to look around the office curiously.

When she saw the figure next to the floor-to-ceiling window, though, she suddenly stiffened and forgot what she was saying to Xiao Mei.

By now, Xiao Mei's gaze had also moved to the man by the window. All of a sudden, she did not care about Su Kexin anymore either. In a low voice, she exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, the president of the Chiyao Group… is... wheelchair-bound?"

Before Su Kexin could reply, the wheelchair by the window turned around slowly.

At that moment, Xiao Mei gasped out loud.

"Whoa. This… The president of Chiyao is just way too handsome! He looks even better than a celebrity!"

Xiao Mei seemed to have forgotten all about the fact that he was sitting in a wheelchair, excitedly gasping like a fangirl.

However, Su Kexin did not really hear any of her exaggerated exclamations.

Su Kexin just stared hard at the man by the window, feeling as though a bomb had gone off in her brain!

The sunlight outside the window fell upon the wheelchair-bound man's chiseled features, illuminating his perfect face. His black eyes emitted the same cold light as usual.

It was Gu Chi.

The president of the Chiyao Group was actually Gu Chi?!