Chapter 30: Stop Dreaming

No wonder Manager Zhang thought she was trying to climb the social ladder by becoming an elevator girl. Did others think the same? How depressing. Yao Yao lowered her head and took a bite of plain rice.

"Oh right, Yao Yao—by the way, have you seen our president at Bosson these past few days?"

"Uh…" The mention caught her off guard. "I-I haven't really noticed."

"What? Seriously? How did someone like you land such a great position? Unbelievable!" Bai Ling was nearly in tears. "Rumor has it our president is ridiculously handsome. And the vice president and general manager, too. Total heartbreakers. Just seeing them would be a feast for the eyes!"

Hearing this, Yao Yao put down her chopsticks, curiosity piqued. "Bai Ling, you're a veteran employee here, right? Haven't you seen our president before?"

"That's the frustrating part. For people at our level, seeing the president is harder than reaching the stars. And the top executives are so low-key that not even their photos are on the organizational chart. That's why I said your elevator is the most strategic spot in the company—you better treasure it!" As she spoke, Bai Ling glanced toward another table where women in business suits and high heels sat.

Yao Yao could clearly sense the envy in her eyes. Honestly, she too thought the most charming kind of woman in the world was one dressed professionally in heels. But no rush—once she graduated, she could officially join their ranks.

"Excuse me, are these two seats taken?" Two young men in suits interrupted their thoughts.

Yao Yao exchanged a glance with Bai Ling and nodded with a polite smile. The two men immediately scrambled to sit beside Yao Yao, with the slower one ending up next to Bai Ling.

"You're from the service department, right?"

"Are you Luo Yao Yao?"

Hearing their endless questions, Yao Yao awkwardly glanced at the neglected Bai Ling.

"Bai Ling, are you done eating? Let's go."

"Wait, Yao Yao." Bai Ling looked excitedly at the rather good-looking man beside Yao Yao. "I think you're the sales department supervisor, right?"

"Mm, yes. You know me?"

"I've heard others mention you. Can I have your number?"

The man's eyes clearly showed a bit of reluctance, but out of politeness, he handed her a business card. Then, using the opportunity, he also gave one to Yao Yao. "I'm Li Wenfeng. May I call you Yao Yao?"

"Absolutely not!" Before Yao Yao could respond, a voice called out from behind her—Long Qi.

"Manager Long?" What was the security department manager doing meddling in their flirting?

With hands in his pockets, Long Qi walked over to Yao Yao, snatched the business card from her hand, and took a quick look.

"Oh, from the sales department, huh? Looks like you guys must be doing great if you've got time to flirt during lunch. Should I let your manager know and see if you need a little more work?"

Everyone in the company who knew Long Qi knew he had a notoriously bad temper. Even if these two weren't afraid of the service department manager, they had to show some respect to his older brother. "I'm full," both men said and got up to leave.

Looking around, Yao Yao realized everyone in the cafeteria was watching them.

Her face turned beet red. Just as she was about to stand, Long Qi suddenly pressed down on her shoulder.

"Princess Taiping, eat with me!"

Princess Taiping? Why did he have to say that so loudly?! Seeing the disdainful stares from others, she wished she could just disappear into a hole.

Long Qi headed toward the food area. As he passed a trash can, he glanced at Li Wenfeng's card. "Trying to hit on Ao Tian's girl? Seriously?" He tore it to pieces.

"Bai Ling, let's go. Now."

"Huh? But didn't Manager Long ask you to eat with him—"

"Just go!" Seeing that Long Qi was still choosing his food, Yao Yao grabbed Bai Ling and quickly slipped away.

"Yao Yao, you and that Manager Long… don't tell me—"

"No!" She didn't let Bai Ling finish. "I've only met him once."

"What? Just once? But he clearly didn't like how Li Wenfeng was hitting on you. Hah! Sounds like Manager Long's into you!"

Oh god, Bai Ling sure had a wild imagination. "No way. We really only met once."

"Oh, I see. Hey Yao Yao, his last name is Long and he's a manager… He's not Long Qi, is he?"

"Yes, that's him. Why?"

"No way? It really is him? You're so lucky! He's the youngest and most promising department manager here, and one of the top-ranking hotties in the company. Based on age and looks, you two totally match. You should definitely consider it."

Forget it—she gave up. There was no way to convince Bai Ling otherwise…

"I'm heading back to work."

"Okay, bye Yao Yao!"

A luxury stretch Lincoln slowly pulled up to the front gates of Bosson Group. Four or five people stepped out and stood by the door, awaiting the big shot inside.

As the car door opened, a handsome man in a gray suit stepped out. The earring in his left ear sparkled under the sun.

"President Feng, this way, please," a staff member greeted him with a smile.

The man adjusted his suit and strode confidently toward the company, flanked by his entourage.

"Wow… Who was that?" The receptionist girl was stunned after seeing such a dramatic entrance. "He's so refined, and seriously handsome! He's just as gorgeous as our President Yu. Who is he to deserve a welcome from our public relations manager?"

"From what I know, he's the second son of the Feng Group, currently their general manager, and the most likely successor to the presidency."

"Damn, a total tall-rich-handsome?"

"Exactly. Born into money and power. But don't get your hopes up."

The receptionist looked annoyed at being doused with cold water. "Why not?"

"You must not follow the news. The women around him are just as impressive as those around President Yu. And his methods? Just as ruthless. If you could land him, you might even have a shot at President Yu."

The receptionist instantly gave up. "Forget it… I can only admire from afar."

"President Feng, our general manager is waiting in the office. Please take this elevator." The PR manager led Feng Chenyi to the executive-only elevator.

Feng Chenyi narrowed his eyes coldly. "Why didn't General Manager Long come to greet me personally?"

(To be continued)