amaotonovel Chapter 232 You can just call her President Yan.
Chapter 232 You can just call her President Yan.
Pei Group.
The company staff had heard early on that President Pei's wife would be attending this year's annual meeting. Some people who originally didn't want to attend the annual meeting ended up having an extra day of holiday.
Moreover, the company's system is humane, and participation is truly voluntary, rather than being forced to be voluntary. However, once this news spread, many people began to hesitate about whether or not to attend the annual meeting out of curiosity.
Meng Yuting was holding a large stack of confidentiality agreements, which he was distributing to the managers of each department one by one.
As he passed the finance department, he inexplicably felt a chill creep up from behind.
Looking back, he saw a group of colleagues staring at him intently, like hungry wolves eyeing a big piece of meat.
The finance manager coughed twice and was pushed forward as a representative.
"Ahem, that Grand Eunuch... no, I mean our beloved Secretary Meng. There's been a rumor in the company lately that President Pei's wife is coming to the annual meeting. Is it true? If it is, I'll be very interested in attending the annual meeting."
Xiao Zhang, standing next to her, quickly chimed in: "Yes, yes, Secretary Meng, you must know the inside story. As long as you nod, I'll sign this letter of intent to participate in the annual meeting right away. Not only will I sign it, but I can also perform a show."
"Yes, yes, me too! I'm so curious about who President Pei's wife is!"
Meng Yuting looked at his colleagues who weren't doing their jobs during work hours and were just slacking off, and was speechless.
He still has professional ethics; he knows perfectly well what he can and cannot say.
He patted the two documents he hadn't finished handing out and said, "The annual meeting is in two days, you'll know then."
"Before that, please sign the expression of interest and the confidentiality notice."
The manager sighed, knowing he couldn't get anything out of him, and reluctantly returned to his seat.
Pei's Group has many technology patents, so it's not unusual for employees to sign confidentiality agreements, and he didn't think much of it.
When he opened the agreement, he discovered that it wasn't about technology, but about the annual meeting.
The manager gasped and said, "No wonder they say, 'There are beauties in books.'"
On the day of the annual meeting.
Pei Weijin went to work at nine o'clock as usual, while Yan Zhuoyu took a nap during the day and drove to the company just before the party started.
The finance manager clung to Meng Yuting, insisting on going together to greet President Pei's wife.
Several employees from the finance department, including Xiao Zhang and Xiao Liu, also joined in the commotion, insisting on sticking close to their manager.
The more they stick together, the more it gets, almost reaching the level of a fan meeting.
When Pei Weijin came down from his meeting in the elevator, he gave them a cold glance and didn't say a word, and the group dispersed completely.
But they didn't completely disperse; they all disappeared into the distance, becoming "cleaning staff."
Some pretended to clean the windows, but were actually checking to see if their wives had arrived. Others pretended to squat down to tie their shoelaces, and would squat there for half an hour...
Until a black Land Rover stopped in front of the company building, the finance manager grabbed the sleeve of a certain chief steward as if he had seen a ghost.
"I think I'm seeing things, Mr. Pei..."
Meng Yuting's lips twitched: "You better not tell me anything, that President Pei actually laughed at such a cheesy joke."
"No! I, uh..." The manager stammered for a long time without being able to get a straight answer.
Not far away, Yan Zhuoyu was wearing a brown coat, with a long turtleneck sweater dress underneath, and black boots that made her legs look long and straight.
She slammed the car door shut and looked up to see Pei Weijin walking towards her.
"husband."
Yan Zhuoyu quickly stepped forward, almost running to him.
Her black curly hair was carefully styled and very fluffy. Her oval face had a well-defined outline, bright features, and full, luscious red lips.
"Didn't I tell you to just wait for me in the office?"
Pei Weijin touched her hand: "I stopped to pick you up on the way. Why are you dressed so lightly? Your hands are cold."
"That's quite a lot. I'm wearing thermal underwear underneath. Besides, the venue is heated, so wearing too much would just make me feel hotter."
Yan Zhuoyu's hands were enveloped in his palms and gradually warmed up.
She tilted her head, blinked her sly eyes, and deliberately lowered her voice, saying, "If you massage my hands a few more times, my hands will get warm."
"it is good."
Pei Weijin showed no intention of avoiding suspicion, putting her hand into his pocket, their fingers intertwined, a warm and intimate moment.
"Let's go, it's about to start."
Yan Zhuoyu responded and walked into the company with him.
Before the employees posing as cleaners could even dodge, their eyes were glazed over, some with amazement, some with shock, and a whole host of other expressions.
Yan Zhuoyu naturally noticed these gazes and had anticipated what kind of scene would unfold when she appeared.
Before she could react, Pei Weijin had already led her to the center of the hall and said in a deep voice, "Since everyone is here, let me formally introduce myself."
"This is Yan Zhuoyu, the actual person in charge of the Pei Group, as well as the owner of an entertainment company, a well-known actress, and my lover."
"You can just call her President Yan."
The crowd fell silent instantly, seemingly unable to believe what they had just heard.
Meng Yuting was the first to come to his senses. He quickly stepped forward, nodded respectfully, and greeted, "President Yan, good afternoon."