Chapter 6 Exclusive Interview

• Situ Han eyed him cynically as Sheng Tiancheng came up to his office with a sly, cunning smile on his face. “You'd better have a legit reason for being here. Have you managed to find that woman?”
• “What else but the news you'd wanted? I wouldn't want to take up any precious time of our illustrious President.” He replied with a glimmering smile that seemed to resemble a mock rather than a smile. “This was sent by her this afternoon. I'm sure you'll be thrilled to see what's inside.”
• Situ Han eyed him with suspicion as he opened the package. What he saw was his coat folded neatly inside the box with a note on top of it. “I merely borrowed your coat for a while, yet you're hunting me down like a fugitive as if I had committed some atrocious crime. What a mean person you are! Now take back your coat and the additional tip of five hundred from me. So, we are all even now. I'm warning you, don't harass me anymore!”
• Situ Han's face turned crimson when he read the note. He couldn't wait to find out the whereabouts of this wretched woman and get back at her.
• How dare she take me as a prostitute and even give me a tip! And what does she mean by borrowing my coat for a while? Does she actually know what she's gotten herself into?
• “Stupid woman. She is courting death!”
• Sheng Tiancheng laughed till his belly shook with tremors. “So, our beloved Prince Charming was thought to be a gigolo! This woman is simply fascinating! On account of our friendship, I beg you to cut her some slack when you manage to find her.”
• Those words only rubbed salt into Situ Han's wound and anger coursed through his veins. He needed to press his hands to the table to restrain himself from tossing Sheng Tiancheng out of his window from the thirty-sixth floor. He retorted with a smirk. “Looks like you're getting bored nowadays. Perhaps I should give your old man a call and update him on your status.”
• Sheng Tiancheng instantly conceded defeat the minute he heard the name and threw up his arms in the air. “Okay, I know I've gone a little too far. But please don't tell my old man about my whereabouts or I'm a dead man.”
• “You'd better be.” Situ Han snubbed. He picked up the package, and saw no return address or phone number. “You better call up the courier company. I need to find out the address of this woman.”
• “I'd known you would ask. Here, I've already asked for it.”
• Ye Siqi was on her way home from the supermarket when she was stopped at her doorstep by two men in suits, inquiring about the courier that was sent from her home address. “I'm Lu Zihao, the assistant to the President of Cheng Hao Group.” One of the men introduced himself and took out a package, “Do you know if this package was sent by you?”
• Ye Siqi recognized it was Chu Meng's handwriting on the package. It had been sent out by Chu Meng this morning. “No. I haven't seen this package.” She said calmly, without twitching a muscle.
• “But the courier company said it was sent from your address. Could it be your friend who sent it?”
• “I didn't have any friends in my house lately,” denied Ye Siqi, curtly.
• She stood firm and denied everything the two men threw at her, with either “I don't know” or “I'm not sure”. They knew it was a futile attempt and left her alone.
• When she was back in her house, Ye Siqi frantically locked the door shut. Though she had put up a calm act in front of them, her back was essentially drenched in cold sweat, fearing they might do something dangerous. Her intuition told her that Chu Meng might have crossed the line and got herself into a thorny situation.
• She attempted to reach Chu Meng on the phone. It rang for a while but nobody had picked it up. “Come on, Chu Chu, please answer the call.” Ye Siqi pleaded, her hands still shaking from the aftermath.
• In the office of Vogue Magazine, Chu Meng's phone continued to vibrate silently in her bag. But Chu Meng was not answering her call as she was presently in the room of the chief editor.
• She had cited being unwell to apply for a half day leave. When she had barely stepped into the office in the afternoon, she was immediately summoned to the chief editor's office. “Are you looking for me, Lisa?” she asked, with a sense of apprehension.
• As the chief editor of a fashion magazine, Lisa was a woman at the forefront of the fashion scene. She was dressed in an immaculate Chanel suit which exacerbated her sophistication and confidence, exemplary of the suave female executive of the modern business world. “Are you feeling better, Chu Meng?” She arched her well-manicured eyebrows and gave her an impassive look.
• “Thanks for asking, Lisa. I'm feeling much better now.”
• “Good to hear that. So let's get back to business. I need you to run an interview for me.” Lisa swiveled her chair and placed a pile of materials in front of Chu Meng. “They had just elected the winner of this year's President of the Year. I need you to get an exclusive interview with the President of Cheng Hao Group; this would be his third consecutive year of clinching the award.”