One life one world

  "Zi... Zi... Zixian..." Mu Yu looked at her with a mixture of emotions, her eyes welling up with tears.

  Jiang Tiankuai sat in the office, hearing this call, his face slightly condensed, but he didn't raise his head, and continued to look at the file.

  Zixian hugged her shoulders, seemingly smiling but not quite, and turned her head to look at Ruhuo. That small face with tear-stained cheeks was really captivating no matter how you looked at it. She suddenly smiled and said, "Why are you crying again?"

  "I... " Like foam hastily wiping away tears on her face, she said softly: "It's about some sensitive things, so..."

  Zixian let out a deep sigh and said helplessly, "My parents just can't do anything about me. They say I always face problems calmly and won't easily shed tears, but women are fragile and sometimes really lovely and touching, especially when they're loved by men."

  Her face turned red instantly.

  Zixian looked at Ruhuo with a sad smile and said, "Really, many times women are willing to be an angel in pain rather than a strong warrior!"

  "Come in and speak." Jiang Tiankui's cold voice came over.

  Zixian raised her head and looked inside, Jiang Tiankui was still sitting at his desk, coldly reviewing documents. He then looked at Ruhuo again, this damn woman always refused to leave the man's side whenever she appeared, but when they were alone together, she would pretend to be busy and try to escape every day. Her face turned cold as she hummed in disdain, looking at her with contempt: "Are you going out or coming in? If you go out, I'll make way for you, if you come in, we'll go in together! Which one is it?"

  "I..." Like a foam grasping tightly onto her bag, she didn't know what to do, her eyes only flickering with a bewildered light.

  Zixian let out a cold laugh, raised an eyebrow and looked at this shameless woman in incredulity!

  Xianzi called out to Daiji. "I..." Like foam, she involuntarily lifted her head again, meeting Xianzi's severe gaze, and her heart skipped a beat, startling her into taking an involuntary step back.

  Zixian smiled wryly again, slightly gritting her teeth, and a flash of anger flickered in her eyes. However, she still walked into the office with an air of elegance, as if she were the mistress of the house. Today, she was wearing a black suspender skirt, paired with golden large pearls, and her high ponytail was tied up high. Her black Roman long boots made her look even more aloof. She sat on the sofa, leaning against the armrest, crossing her slender legs, looking languid and elegant, just like a cat.

  Ru Mo stood by the door, suddenly feeling that her life was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper, standing at an angle in the world, so biased and unbearable. She blinked lightly, thinking back to when she was a child, Qin Zhong took her to that castle-like villa, when she first saw the Jiang family's proud and elegant home, the delicate and tidy but emotionless servants, each passing through her weak body, those scenes flashing by, still vivid in her memory were those cold faces, the sparkling tableware, the beautiful but unfeeling flowers. She was scared, shrinking into her foster father's arms, her bright big eyes looking at everything in front of her, her small hands involuntarily clenched tight.

  Then the morning light shone into the magnificent living room.

  A long and elegant shadow flashed into the hall.

  All the servants, holding their utensils, paid their respects to him. It was said that he was the eldest son of the Jiang family, and at the age of six, his father had already taken him to the company's top position, participating in global decision-making conferences. It was said that he was a handsome brother, and her small heart, inexplicably, felt a little curious. She hid in her foster father's arms, her face buried in the crook of his elbow, leaving only her big eyes to stare at that brother...

  In the past, there were some memories, those beautiful but not gentle flowers, exquisite tableware, luxurious furniture, all so clear, only that morning glow's shadow, appeared so blurry.

  Jiang Tiankuai sat in his seat, as if strongly feeling the heart that Ruo Mo was gradually abandoning. He suddenly lifted his head, his eyes shining with a fierce light, looking at the weak and vulnerable back of the person by the door.

  Tears rolled down like foam, her fingertips trembled in the air, her pale face suddenly swept up a bit of cold hardness, that suffocating feeling made her bite her teeth tightly and walk out of the office.

  Zixian's face lifted up proudly.

  Jiang Tiankuo held a pen in his hand, first looking at the empty entrance, then turning to look at Zixian...

  Zixian seemed as if nothing had happened and smiled faintly at him!

  Jiang Tiankuai didn't bother with her again, lowered his head and continued reviewing the documents.

  Zixian suddenly smiled, intentionally swaying her long legs, stood up, hugged her shoulders, and walked step by step towards Jiang Tiankuai, came to his office desk, lowered her body, and gazed at him with flirtatious eyes.

  "You have broken our agreement." Jiang Tiankui said coldly with a scowl.

  Zixian stared at him, thinking of five years ago, that promise, unspoken but without regret.

  Jiang Tiankuai didn't want to say anything more, picked up his pen and with a flourish signed his name on the document. He then stood up calmly, walked past Zixian's side, picked up the suit from the sofa, silently put it on, buttoned up his jacket...

  Zixian still had her back to him, her eyes shining brightly and clearly knowing what she wanted. She turned around quickly and came to his side, looking at him.

  Jiang Tiankuai remained silent, adjusting his suit, without looking at her, yet holding her small hand and leading her out.

  The door of the president's office is open.

  Jiang Tiankuai and Zi Xian walked out together, perfectly matching each other. They were known as the most compatible couple of this century. He was strong and handsome, with a majestic aura, while she was sexy and beautiful, elegant and captivating. When they walked together, their radiance lit up the surroundings.

  Royal Restaurant

  Outside the scenery, the blue sea and sky, the dark tide continues to surge. A white seagull, straight into the rising wave flowers.

  Zhuang Haoran opened the file handed to him by Tai Xian, reviewing the opinions of the European and American boards regarding the underwater hotel project. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, like an eagle's gaze. Some members of the board questioned whether they could create something that surpasses the Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai, considered the largest and most magnificent building in the world, built on turbulent waters and known for its innovative architecture and artistic hollow bricks. However, when showcasing their grand plan to the world, success or failure would be etched in history, with a staggering investment of 10 billion, accounting for 10% of the entire Global Group's assets, exceeding their risk prediction range.

  Zhuang Hanran calmly took another document, re-examining the trillion-dollar budget, including the flow of funds for expanding underwater hotels in multiple countries. His sharp eyes analyzed each data point, every line of numbers seeming to reveal the most accurate accountant, hiding the sharpest data under nominal account names.

  Cao Yingjie, a Harvard economics Ph.D. who graduated with honors at the age of 20, was appointed by Zhuang Huanran to study hospitality at the Royal College in the UK and then returned to Asia Hotel as the manager of the Western restaurant, but in fact, he was Zhuang's most trusted confidant. He stood beside Zhuang's seat, pouring him a glass of sherry while saying: "This 100 billion development project, if successful, will bring Jiang (the CEO) 10% shares of Global Group. I've seen the budget for the hotel construction plan, every step is carefully calculated, and with each development process, he will be moving the entire Global Group, top talent, and strongest shareholders."

  Zhuang Haoran listened while browsing through the data.

  Cao Yingjie continued: "If this development case is successful, our Asia-Pacific..."

  Zhuang Haoran slowly picked up the sherry wine, took a small sip, and Ying Jie's tense face froze...

  "What's so interesting?" a low voice came from behind.

  Zhuang Huanran smiled and closed the materials on the shareholders' meeting, looked up, saw Jiang Tiankui had accompanied Zixian to appear at the dinner table, he immediately stood up with a smile and said: "Regarding the underwater hotel plan, the opinions of European and American shareholders."

  Ren Zi Xian couldn't help but smile, then looked at Zhuang Huang Ran and said bluntly: "Can we not talk about work during meal times? You're all workaholics!"

  Zhuang Hanran heard Zixian speak like this, and immediately looked at her, smiling: "Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, without thirty days staying by my fiancé's side, you can't say that about me! Moreover, when you were idle, shouting about emptiness and loneliness, holding red wine, flying from Paris to rainy England to ask me to take you in, I never hardened my heart."

  "That's what you should do!" Ren Zixian said with a smile.

  "In your eyes, as long as you think it's right, nothing needs a reason or wrong. Zhuang Huangran raised his enthusiastic smile and then beckoned to Zixian: "Sit down, Mrs. Jiang."

  "No need to be so polite. I hope you like the taste of women, and adjust as soon as possible, and you will become Mrs. Zhuang soon." Ren Zixian sat opposite Zhuang Haoran with Jiang Tiankuai accompanying her.

  Zhuang Haoran deliberately glanced at Ren Zixian and held back his smile.

  Ren Zi Xian also looked at Zhuang Huang Ran with a humorous expression and said: "How? Looking at your expression, I estimate that it's another woman over 35 years old, who gave you a beautiful back view on a certain clear morning, and then left you depressingly?"

  Zhuang Haoran's handsome face, suppressing a smile, looked at Ren Zixian.

  Jiang Tiankuai also smiled silently, picked up a napkin and casually unfolded it.

  "Why?" Zhuang Hanran couldn't help but ask with a smile.

  Ren Zixian suddenly smiled, stretched out her slender jade hand, and lightly placed it on the rim of the transparent high-footed cup. Cao Yingjie immediately poured a pale green sherry wine for her. The crystal clear liquid rose with small bubbles, sticking to the inside of the transparent cup, which was quite beautiful. With a pure and skilled gesture, she let the wine glass touch the table surface, lightly rotating it 365 degrees before smiling and saying: "A man like you, handsome, rich, powerful, influential, from a prominent family, and with British aristocratic blood, that thirty-five-year-old woman dares to spend her whole life with you?"

  Not so fast. Come see me at five o'clock this afternoon.