Every time they sat at the same table, she was like a little white rabbit fallen into a lion's den.
Now, passing by the photo wall, her brother had more recent photos. Going further, there were one or two blurred old photos. Not in the center, but even blurred, his轮廓 was still good, and his body proportions were excellent. No wonder ordinary people standing next to him would be overshadowed.
People with good bone structure always seemed to have a wall between them and others, automatically jumping out of the frame. Highlights favored beautiful bones, naturally gathering on pretty faces.
After staring for a while, Cheng Buxi continued toward the board meeting hall.
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The board meeting was very formal and serious, not a place ordinary people could step into. But for Cheng Buxi, she got a green light all the way, and no one said a word.
Of course, there were a few greenhorns who didn't know her identity and wanted to stop her. They were immediately pulled back by their superiors, who scolded them: "Are you crazy? Don't you see who's following behind her?"
Whenever this happened, Wan Yi's face was very useful.
After all, someone whom the chairman's secretary obediently followed, with such humility and deference, could be described as "below one person, above ten thousand."
Arriving outside the meeting room, through the gap in the frosted glass door, Cheng Buxi saw her brother sitting in the main seat.
Her brother had a shoulder width of 62 cm and a chest circumference of 113 cm. Women couldn't move when they saw him, and men would whistle.
His features were deep, his figure tall and straight, making people's bones melt.
His big,霸艳 bone structure showed seriousness even without expression. His bone structure was strong, cheekbones and nose bridge prominent.
From the side, his nose bridge and forehead formed a smooth Greek line, with a sense of pressure that inspired awe without anger.
When he made expressions, he was very seductive. It made people want to press him down firmly, cover his deep, dead eyes, lean close to his ear, breathe hotly, and ask whether to kiss from the chin or the Adam's apple.
"..."
At this moment, he sat at the center of the board meeting table, silent as a mountain.
The speaker was under immense pressure. After all, the room was full of big shots, and anyone casually picked had a net worth of hundreds of millions. He was red-faced, probably arguing about something. In contrast, her brother was calm like an immortal, watching from the mountain as tigers fight.
Cheng Buxi suddenly understood why financial gossip magazines and celebrity interview newspapers always used words like "full of abstinence" to describe him—when he looked at something with calm, cold eyes, it was more thrilling than any love words.
Twenty-nine years old, among the ranks of old directors in their fifties and sixties, he was vigorous and truly young.
Not the greenness of a newcomer, but a sharp, decisive edge.
After all, what they dared not do, Lu Tingzhou dared to do; what they dared not say, Lu Tingzhou dared to say. Naturally, the balance of power tilted toward him.
He seemed to sense her standing outside the door. With a simple gesture, the meeting paused.
The meeting host was puzzled: "Chairman Lu?"
Lu Tingzhou said, "I have personal matters to attend to. Continue without me."
He came out of the meeting room, and the proceedings inside proceeded normally. But obviously, a few old men looked displeased, blatantly slamming their watches on the meeting table.
It seemed that because of his lateness, there had already been a round of contention.
Her brother stood in front of her. Seeing that his sister had completely changed her outfit, compared to her earlier youthful innocence, now she was a full-blown, aura-filled noble lady.
"Why did you come here?" Her brother looked her over from top to bottom, carefully appraising. Except for the shoes on her feet, everything else was good.
"Oh right, brother, your suit—" Cheng Buxi almost forgot the purpose of her visit. She handed the suit to him.
Due to the height difference, when she raised her arm, a small package fell out of the inner pocket of the suit by inertia.
Cheng Buxi caught it quickly. It felt slightly cool—a small, roughly embroidered sachet.
It was very old, with visible wear at the edges, but it was obvious the owner cherished and treasured it.
Cheng Buxi recognized it at a glance. This moonlight-gold sachet was one she had sewn herself as a child.
She remembered it well because the material was very rare—ice silk Shu brocade. The teacher who taught them embroidery that year said they must not waste it, even if their families were rich.
As a beginner in embroidery, her work was very average, actually terrible. The little swan on it was crooked. Anyone who saw it would frown. Yet he had kept it like a treasure, always carrying it.
Whether attending various events, foundation-laying ribbon-cutting ceremonies, or signing projects, he almost always brought it with him.
"I embroidered this! I remember it. Look, the little swan..."
She was very surprised, as if she had found a rare treasure, a flame in the harsh winter. Grabbing the sachet, her eyes instantly lit up.
"So it wasn't a little duck?" Lu Tingzhou showed a look of sudden realization, nodding, as if he had been deceived for many years. "It's a little swan."
"I always thought it was a little duck."
Cheng Buxi's heart inexplicably jumped, and then her cheeks burned. "It's... it's not a little duck! It's a swan..."
As if she had absolute confidence in her craftsmanship from back then, but after seeing the real thing, she gradually lost confidence. Damn, when she finished it back then, this assignment had gotten an A grade! But now, looking at it, it was so different...
"This is a little swan... how could it be a duck..."
Her voice grew quieter and quieter, until only a faint breath remained, as if even she didn't quite believe it herself.
Her brother comforted her at the right time: "Mm, it's a little swan."
"Can I have it back now that you've admired it?" He extended his big hand.
Cheng Buxi's ears were now completely red. She mumbled and returned the item to his hand.
Seeing her deflated, her brother didn't mind adding fuel to the fire. He said calmly, "The fees for the two make-up exams have been paid."
She really had failed. Although it was expected—she had written nothing for the big questions at the end, having fallen asleep. The invigilator was even more useless than her, not waking her up deliberately! Director Shen.