Ling Li trailed behind Chen Hua, apologizing profusely as soon as they stepped out of the car. "Mom, I'm really sorry... I promise not to mess up again," Ling Li apologized, her voice trembling.
Chen Hua suddenly turned to face her, her expression a mixture of anger and disappointment. "Again? What makes you think you'll have another chance to see Master Feng?" Chen Hua shouted at the top of her lungs, her words echoing through the air.
Ling Li was petrified; she had never seen her mother this angry before. She had really messed up this time. "We are influential... Father could put in a word for me," Ling Li said suddenly, knowing they were also a top-tier family, and Feng Zhi would not refuse an audience with her.
Chen Hua stood disappointed, feeling she had given birth to a naive and foolish child. "Hmph... you are so clueless," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. She hastily turned and walked into the mansion, leaving Ling Li heartbroken.
Ling Li couldn't believe her mother's harsh words. She had to do something, anything, to gain her mother's favor back, and the only way she could do that was by getting Master Feng to marry her.
Meanwhile, Feng Zhi was reviewing some documents in his office when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," he said curtly. Wei Chen entered, holding another file. "President Feng, the file you requested."
Feng Zhi took the file from Wei Chen and began flipping through it. "What were your findings?" he asked, his eyes scanning the pages. Wei Chen reported, "I gathered information on every lady who attended the party, along with their pictures."
Feng Zhi dropped the document he was holding and took a closer look at the file. "What's remaining on my schedule for today?" he asked as he went through the file. Wei Chen replied, "You have a meeting with Director Zhang at 2 pm."
Feng Zhi glanced at his wristwatch; it was a minute past one. Soon, the director of Ming Tian Modeling Agency would arrive. As he went through the documents, he sighted Ling Li's photo and read through her information. "Old Master Bao's granddaughter... how pathetic," Feng Zhi muttered lowly under his breath.
He handed the file back to Wei Chen. "Tell Grandfather I found no lady of my liking," Feng Zhi said with a note of finality. Wei Chen stood perplexed. "But, President, you haven't gone through them all." Wei Chen persuaded. Feng Zhi's expression remained unchanged. "I don't need to go through them all; they are unimpressive," Feng Zhi muttered coldly without emotions.
Wei Chen felt his heart prick with sadness for the poor ladies. Did President Feng just describe a whole lot of women as unimpressive? These were high-class ladies in society; any man would do anything to have something to do with them, but President Feng was not any man; he was a different breed.
He gently took the documents and walked out of the office. He had to prepare the meeting room; Director Zhang would arrive soon. In no time, Director Zhang arrived at the meeting venue. Feng Zhi walked in gracefully with Wei Chen flanked behind him. Director Zhang quickly stood up. "President Feng."
Feng Zhi walked past him and took his seat at the head of the table. Wei Chen smiled softly at the advanced man. His boss could be very intimidating sometimes. "President Feng, it's good to see you again," Director Zhang continued. His secretary gently prepared the documents on the table.
"I don't have time for pleasantries, Director Zhang. Go straight to the point," Feng Zhi ordered. Wei Chen knew this was coming; his boss hated it when you beat around the bush. Director Zhang cleared his throat. "You haven't sent your reply on the contract."
Feng Zhi raised an eyebrow. "Why should I invest my money in models I'm not sure about their efficiency?" he asked, his tone firm but polite. Wang Daqin, Director Zhang, replied instead, seeing her boss was already fretting.
"Our models are top-notch, President Feng. Just last month, we bagged the LA Fashion Week award. You should entrust your products to us, President Feng," Wang Daqin persuaded. She spoke in a confident and fluent manner. Feng Zhi was satisfied with this, but this did not mean he would easily give in to their request.
"How popular are your models?" he asked, his fingers gently tapping the table. Wang Daqin quickly replied, "Very popular, President Feng." "What's their highest fandom?" he asked again. "We have a total of ten popular models, each with varied numbers of fans and levels of popularity " wang Daquin replied effortlessly.
Feng Zhi quietly reviewed the documents. Reaching the last page he handed over the document to Wei Chen and stood up .
" My secretary would send my reply after a proper review" . Feng Zhi concluded nad with that he walked out of the Meeting room with Wei Chen following behind him .
Wang Daquin sighed heavily,it was all left for them to wait on his reply.
Ling Mei arrived at the agency in the middle of the afternoon. Yan Yi had previously breifed her on her rehearsals for the day. As she walked towards the rehearsal room, she came across Jun Xinyi, Just like Ling Mei Jun Xinyi was also one of the upcoming models in Ming Tian modelling firm . She was also a rival ,always at logger heads with Ling Mei .
Jun Xinyi had also spotted Ling Mei and was already walking towards her. "Ling Mei, you're late," Jun Xinyi announced in a loud voice. Ling Mei had an expressionless face; she knew how tricky and sly Jun Xinyi could be. "The rehearsal is scheduled for 2 pm, and it's only 1:45 pm," Ling Mei replied curtly, trying to walk past Jun Xinyi.
Jun Xinyi quickly blocked her way. "Director Zhang has already arrived before you, so you're late," Jun Xinyi continued, her tone haughty. Ling Mei sighed loudly; she wasn't in the mood for Jun Xinyi's drama. "Jun Xinyi, I would appreciate it if you let me pass. I have an important rehearsal," Ling Mei said, her face still expressionless.
Jun Xinyi crossed her arms, refusing to budge. "And what if I decide not to?" Jun Xinyi asked, taking a step closer to Ling Mei, her eyes flashing with annoyance. Ling Mei smiled mildly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Then I would humbly help you to," Ling Mei replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jun Xinyi's eyes narrowed, but before she could respond, Ling Mei's expression changed, and she began to fake tears. "I'm really sorry, Sister Xinyi... I didn't mean to say it that way," Ling Mei said, her voice trembling, her eyes welling up with fake tears.
The scene drew attention from the other models and assistants, who began to murmur and take Jun Xinyi's side. Ling Mei slipped away, leaving Jun Xinyi to deal with the fallout. "Sister Jun, what happened? Why is Ling Mei crying?" a younger model asked, concern etched on her face.
Jun Xinyi stood stunned, unsure of how to respond. She herself didn't know why Ling Mei had started acting emotional. The crowd began to murmur, and Jun Xinyi's face grew hot with embarrassment. "You should forgive Ling Mei... we're all sisters, after all," someone chimed in.
Ling Mei quietly slipped away, leaving Jun Xinyi to deal with the consequences of her actions. If only Jun Xinyi had let her pass when she asked her to.