Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 220: 163 Accidentally Met Sister-in-law, Did Lord Wanwan Assist Big Brother? (3 more)_2 Tang Wan nodded earnestly, feeling that this person was genuinely impressive.

The Qi Family's company headquarters was located in the busiest business district of Beijing, occupying a standalone skyscraper with a huge, popular poster of their newly signed spokesperson hanging outside. Many people stopped to take photos there.

On a weekday, every department was busy. Xiaozhu directly led her to the conference room on the 17th floor.

"Miss Tang, you go ahead with your work, callanytif you need anything." Assistant Xiaozhu briefed Ruan Mengxi on smatters before going off to attend to her own tasks.

Inside the conference room, several people from the industry were already present. Shad collaborated on TV s before and were familiar with each other. They looked somewhat surprised seeing Tang Wan.

Ruan Mengxi gave everyone a brief introduction and then prepared to start the meeting.

As she arranged for Tang Wan to sit down, being close friends, they exchanged playful glances.

Tang Wan whispered to her, "I think you have good taste." Ruan Mengxi was stunned for a moment, "Thank you." Naturally, she assumed Tang Wan was referring to Qi Zeyan, but then she thought again-despite Zeyan having feelings for Tang Wan and being her close friend, could there be something else between them? Smen deliberately avoid the friends of a close female friend.

Another thought occurred to her. If one persists long enough, even a solid rod can be ground into a needle; with skilled digging, even the sharpest corner can be made into a pit.

What's there to fear? Just take it slow.

** As the meeting was about to start...

"Speople haven't arrived yet," someone mentioned.

"It's okay, Teacher Shen said he's stuck in traffic and might take another half an hour to get here, we can start first," Ruan Mengxi, hosting such a meeting for the first time, was still somewhat nervous.

Speaking of the meeting, it was actually a discussion among the heads of costand props, for example, how the clothing and jewelry should be paired, what hairstyles and attire should be used for characters in different periods-details which all needed to be discussed.

The Qing Palace , could also be dubbed a about groups of women, where major characters were all discussed individually.

The discussion was meticulous and detailed.

Previously, others in the stuwere responsible for these tasks. This was Tang Wan's first tparticipating in such discussions. She took earnest notes with her notebook and occasionally offered her own opinions.

It was not until someone pulled out the chair next to her and sat down that she turned her head to look.

A very beautiful woman.

She smiled apologetically at Tang Wan, keeping her voice low as she took out a laptop from her bag to prepare for note-taking.

"Teacher Shen, your tea," Ruan Mengxi, coordinating the meeting, served her a cup of water upon her arrival. "Thank you." While waiting for her computer to boot up, she took a sip of tea.

"Are you in charge of headwear?" she asked, looking at the notebook in Tang Wan's hand, "Sorry, I didn't mean to peek." Tang Wan's notebook lay openly on the table, featuring sketches of beaded hairpins drawn impulsively-bound to attract a few extra glances.

"It's okay, they're just sdrafts. I'm only responsible for making sCyan Feather headpieces. May I ask who you are..." Tang Wan lowered her voice, sizing her up.

"I'm not from the production crew, just here to give sadvice." Tang Wan nodded. Although it was a palace intrigue , it still needed to adhere closely to historical facts. In recent years, s involving history underwent strict scrutiny; experts from various fields were often invited to provide guidance.

"Hello." Since she was an expert, Tang Wan showed great respect, “I'm Tang Wan." "I know, we've met before," she smiled.

"Met before?" "At the previous auction. I was there too, but as a staff member. You might not remember me." An auction would inevitably involve appraising and evaluating items.

Mentioning this, Tang Wan felt somewhat embarrassed, especially since she had confronted Zhuang Rao at that event, causing a scene that wasn't exactly pleasant to recall.

"That day, you did the right thing. Good people are often taken advantage of, and besides, that lady truly went too far," she smiled.

Tang Wan coughed softly and bent down to continue her sketching and note-taking, pondering where she might have seen her before. She was strikingly beautiful; even as a staff member in a uniform, she would stand out from the crowd.

After pondering for a while, he glanced at her figure, and it seemed that he suddenly remembered.

"You wouldn't happen to be the one on that day... at the emergency exit area, right?" At that time, Zhuang Rao had fled in a panic, attempting to leave through the emergency exit, but someone had blocked her and even tripped her. Apart from that, Tang Wan couldn't think of anyone else whose figure matched hers.

She just smiled, not denying it, and had already opened her computer, starting to make smeticulous records.

How could such a coincidence happen? Tang Wan felt astonished in her heart, feeling it was fated, and she took out her phone to tell Jiang Jinsang about it.

[Do you remember the person from the last auction, the lady in black who stepped in bravely? I actually met her here today, what a coincidence, huh?] Jiang Jinsang was sitting by the window, playing with a small stick, teasing Lord Wansui.

Inside, Lord Wansui was breaking down: I'm just a turtle, it's cold, and I need to hibernate too, can you please stop bothering me! His pupils contracted slightly and his fingers trembled upon seeing the message, and Lord Wansui was flipped over in an instant.

It flailed its limbs, its shell wobbling, but it couldn't flip itself over! Jiang Jinsang pursed his lips: [Are you sure?] Wasn't this the person his brother was looking for? So she was currently in Qi Zeyan's company? That was indeed a coincidence.

[I asked her, and she didn't deny it, it's definitely her. She was a staff member that day, no wonder she could enter the emergency exit area. She might be an expert in historical artifacts, coming to provide guidance. Mainly, she shares the slast nas my grandfather, it feels quite intimate.]

Jiang Jinsang was caressing the small stick on his fingertip, no dthis wonder his brother couldn't find this person on that day. Everyone had subconsciously assumed she was there to attend the auction and completely ignored the staff. [How much longer is your meeting?] [Not sure, it might be quite long.] Jiang Yanting received a call while he was in a meeting, slightly frowning as he saw the caller ID. Sitting opposite him, Jiang Zhaolin snorted, "You leave your phone on during meetings?"

"I don't want this month's bonus," Jiang Yanting said and walked out with his phone, leaving Jiang Zhadlin clenching the pen in his hand tightly because Jiang Yanting was too precise, never giving him a chance to catch any mistakes. He had children, and Jiangjiang could have issues at any time, so he normally kept his phone on 24 hours a day.

"Let's continue with the meeting," Jiang Zhenhuan could naturally sense the undercurrents stirring within the company. Even if he wanted to deal with Jiang Zhaolin, hampering him wasn't something that could be accomplished overnight. "Is there something?" Jiang Yanting headed straight back to his office, and frankly, today's meeting was quite pointless, he had been wanting to leave early. This call provided him with just the excuse.

"Her last nis Shen?" "Jiang Jinsang!" Jiang Yanting narrowed his eyes, where did he hear that from, could it possibly be Qi Zeyan's loose lips? "Wanwan went to Qi Zeyan's company for a meeting today, and met her." "Qi Zeyan's company?" "Unknown when she will leave, you better hurry over." "I understand." * Jiang Yanting had thought, according to the plan, that she would have contacted him by now. But as he waited with no news, even knowing she would eventually contact him, he couldn't help feeling anxious.

Sitting in his chair, his fingers fidgeting with a pen, he hesitated for only a brief two seconds before he stood up, took his car keys, and went downstairs.

In the end...

It was he who couldn't keep his cool.

How could she be in Qi Zeyan's company? And he hadn't disclosed any news to him? Qi Zeyan was buried in his work at the moment, completely unaware that he had already been targeted by more than one person.