Chapter 107: The Design Director

The elevator ascended slowly, emitting a faint hum. The tense atmosphere simmered like a tiny spark poised to ignite a vast wildfire. Su Wanwan lowered her gaze, eyes fixed on the badge pinned to the man's chest. A faint, disdainful smile curved her lips.

"You don't yet have the authority to decide whether I stay or go."

"Design Director, is it?"

"That position—I want it."

Ding! The elevator reached the twenty-fourth floor. The man narrowed his eyes, his voice sharp and ruthless:

"Where did this arrogant woman spring from?"

He slammed the door close button with force, unwilling to spare Su Wanwan even a second more of his attention.

Knock, knock—

"Come in."

Su Wanwan pushed open the door and stepped inside. Chen Shuang and Fu Cheng were seated on the sofa, a contract laid out before them, seemingly discussing urgent matters. Upon seeing her, Fu Cheng immediately beckoned her over.

"Make yourself comfortable."

After speaking, he pressed the phone, connecting to the secretary outside.

"Send in a cup of coffee."

The secretary was a young, beautiful woman, her figure alluring beneath her professional attire, yet even so, she paled in comparison before Su Wanwan. As she set the coffee down in front of Su Wanwan, her eyes flickered with surprise.

Isn't this the pianist Su Wanwan who recently went viral online? What's she doing here at the Fu Group?

Just as the secretary was about to leave, Chen Shuang quietly requested,

"Could you bring one for me as well?"

"Of course."

Fu Cheng glanced at Chen Shuang, a slight frown marring his brow, hinting at displeasure. Su Wanwan silently observed their every move before taking a delicate sip from her cup.

"Wanwan, soon you'll be working here in the company."

"Let me give you a brief introduction."

Su Wanwan responded with a faint hum. Fu Cheng straightened, folding his hands over his abdomen as he began explaining.

"The Fu Group headquarters is the lifeblood of the entire Fu family, overseeing major projects across numerous subsidiary companies."

"Simply put, anyone who steps through our doors is an elite within their industry."

The Fu family's business spanned an extensive range of sectors—from various design fields to commercial real estate, even venturing into entertainment sponsorships. Over its century-long evolution, the Fu Group had long established itself as a pillar of West City.

"You might have noticed as you came in—the building has twenty-six floors."

"Apart from the floors reserved for senior executives, the remaining twenty are each dedicated to specific departments and their specialized staff."

"Second floor is architecture, third floor commercial shops, fourth jewelry, fifth bridal wear, sixth furniture and decor..."

"Our role is to coordinate important projects with these subsidiaries."

Fu Cheng chose his words deliberately, aiming for clarity given Su Wanwan's lack of experience. He had learned she had spent two years idle at Ye Nan's company, clearly without any skills. But that was understandable—one's energy and talent are finite. Her exceptional gift in piano was already a prodigy's feat; as for work, he harbored no high expectations. After all, adding her salary was a mere formality to him.

Su Wanwan nodded. The Fu Group's operating model bore little difference from the one behind her own family—more of the same, really.

"I understand this might be difficult for someone inexperienced like you to grasp all at once."

"If you were thrown directly into headquarters, the psychological pressure might overwhelm you."

"Subsidiaries are much easier to handle—you'd only need to focus on a single sector."

"Wanwan, is there an industry you're interested in?"

"Girls usually like jewelry, bridal gowns, that sort of thing, right?"

The Fu Group had countless subsidiaries—hundreds in total. If Su Wanwan favored a particular field, Fu Cheng could simply assign her there, where running a small company as its head would be straightforward.

"This is my first time encountering such a large corporation. I want to try working here."

Su Wanwan declined Fu Cheng's offer politely. His expression stiffened. What did she mean? He had already made everything clear—did she insist on making things difficult by staying at headquarters? There was no room here to slack off!

Clearing his throat, Fu Cheng subtly nudged Chen Shuang with his knee, hoping she might intercede. But Chen Shuang ignored him completely, leaving him somewhat embarrassed.

"Wanwan…"

Suddenly, the office phone rang. Fu Cheng answered.

"Vice President Cheng, the eldest and youngest masters have arrived."

Fu Cheng's hand trembled slightly, his eyelids twitching. Those two troublesome brothers coming together again...

At the elevator entrance on the first floor, Fu Liangmu lowered his gaze, scrolling through the latest messages on his phone. Fu Ziyang stood beside him, stealing glances at his screen.

The elevator arrived and the doors slid open. A pair of polished leather shoes stepped into Fu Liangmu's view.

"Looks like I didn't check the almanac today, or I wouldn't have run into these nuisances twice in a row."

The man cradled a stack of documents, chin lifted as he met Fu Liangmu's cold stare.

"What are you looking at?"

"An eyesore."

"Is this the elevator you're qualified to ride?"

A deadly aura rose from Fu Liangmu's brows, a chill radiating like winter frost, lowering the surrounding temperature. Fu Ziyang quickly stepped between them, shielding the intensity of their confrontation.

"Brothers, calm down...

It's rare for the three of us to meet; no need to start fighting right away..."

The man in front sneered disdainfully, tilting his head lazily as he leaned against the elevator entrance, showing no intention of yielding.

"Am I wrong?"

"Look at that face—how hideous it is."

"No self-awareness at all, always barging around and annoying everyone."

Fu Ziyang swallowed nervously as the cold hostility behind him deepened.

Fu Liangmu's lips curled coldly, laced with killing intent.

"Annoying to look at?"

"What if I gouged your eyes out?"

"Would you still be an eyesore then?"

The man's eyes narrowed, fury flickering across them.

"A person who only knows how to solve problems with violence—what future could they possibly have?"

Fu Liangmu scoffed frostily.

"With strength, you'll only lose faster."

Fu Ziyang weakly reminded,

"Second brother, don't forget, before the fire incident, eldest brother was the only one with a real shot at becoming the heir of the Fu family."

During that period, the patriarch favored Fu Liangmu greatly, having already appointed him acting president of the company. Just one step away.

The man sneered with contempt.

"You said it yourself, it was only a possibility."

"Besides, that was years ago. Bringing it up now is shameless."

Fu Liangmu stepped forward. Seeing the man remained unmoved, his gaze darkened ominously.

"Gatekeeping dogs are never good dogs."

Fu Ziyang awkwardly pleaded,

"Second brother, we truly have urgent matters. Please let us up."

"This is the president's private elevator. You're not the president—why should I let you ride?"