National Beauty

Wang Haoran left the school.

He then took the Cullinan to a towering Office Building.

The entire Office Building belonged to a cosmetics company called "National Beauty."

And the owner of that cosmetics company was Wang Haoran's nominal mother.

The driver went to park the car while Wang Haoran headed toward the reception desk in the first-floor lobby.

The receptionist was a young beauty with exceptionally striking looks.

If 100 was a perfect score, this receptionist would score around 90.

For a cosmetics company, that was standard.

After all, the reception desk was practically half the company's public image.

Naturally, the receptionist had to be beautiful.

In Wang Haoran's memories, he had visited this place no more than three times, and he had been very young each time.

There was no way anyone in the company had met Wang Haoran.

If he forced his way inside, security would stop him. Though Wang Haoran could fight, there was no need for that.

So Wang Haoran could only follow the usual procedure and go to the reception desk.

He planned to have the receptionist pass along the news of his visit to his nominal mother.

At that moment.

Five or six people were lined up at the reception desk.

Wang Haoran had no intention of waiting in line and simply cut ahead to the front.

As the crown prince here, having to queue up at his own company would be a joke.

After Wang Haoran disrupted the order, the beautiful receptionist immediately stopped what she was doing and fixed him with a stern gaze from her large eyes.

Wang Haoran was stunned for a moment.

Why did this plot feel so familiar?

Would this receptionist next loudly reprimand him, perhaps even call security to throw him out?

Then his mother would come down, his identity as the crown prince would be exposed, and the receptionist would frantically apologize to him?

"So it's Young Master Wang. You're even more handsome in person than in the photos," the receptionist said with a blossoming smile after scrutinizing Wang Haoran sternly for a few moments.

"You've seen my photos?" Wang Haoran asked in surprise.

"Yes. There are photos of you in President Zhen's office and in every hallway of the company building," the receptionist explained.

"Huh?!" Wang Haoran was startled.

He quickly understood that his nominal mother must have had them put up.

The reason was probably so she could see her son often.

Sure enough, the plot where a protagonist got mocked by security guards or a receptionist while handling business at a company, then revealed his identity and slapped faces, belonged exclusively to protagonists.

There was no way it would happen to a villain like him.

After silently griping to himself, Wang Haoran said to the receptionist, "I'd like to see President Zhen. Please let her know."

"Certainly, Young Master Wang!" The receptionist picked up the landline phone and made a call, then replied,

"Young Master Wang, the secretary said that President Zhen is currently in a meeting. I'll take you to President Zhen's Office to wait."

The receptionist no longer bothered with the people in line and enthusiastically led the way.

Soon, the two entered the elevator.

The receptionist pressed the button for the twenty-eighth floor. The elevator doors closed, and it slowly began to rise.

"It's so stuffy in here," the receptionist suddenly complained.

"Is it?"

The elevator had air conditioning and ventilation, and Wang Haoran did not feel stuffy at all.

But Wang Haoran quickly understood why the receptionist felt hot.

She loosened her collar slightly and fanned herself with one hand, turning her face aside so she would not look at Wang Haoran.

Yet her feet had moved much closer to Wang Haoran.

A beautiful sight was within arm's reach.

Should he look or not?

They exited the elevator and entered the hallway.

On the walls lining both sides of the hallway, there was a recent photo of Wang Haoran every short distance.

Anyone who saw Wang Haoran could instantly recognize his identity as the crown prince.

The hallway was long.

Many beautiful office workers passed by along the way, and those long legs were enough to make one dizzy.

As a cosmetics company, its employees were basically all women, and women with fairly good appearances at that.

Those whose looks or figures were too poor or merely average were not qualified to work at this company.

The entire company building was air-conditioned and pleasantly cool.

Yet these office beauties all seemed to feel quite hot. Some loosened their clothes a little, while others pulled their skirts higher.

The charm of these working women was utterly incomparable to that of the girls at school.

Wang Haoran was glad he had broadened his horizons with Wen Jing. He could still hold steady in the face of such a "perilous" scene.

Otherwise, he really would have embarrassed himself.

After making it through the treacherous hallway, he finally arrived outside the President's Office.

"Young Master Wang, this is the place," the receptionist said.

"Mm." Wang Haoran nodded.

"Young Master Wang, could I add you on WeChat?" the receptionist asked, gathering her courage.

Wang Haoran looked at her in surprise.

The receptionist grew nervous, then hurriedly explained, "What I mean is, if you add me on WeChat, you can let me know before you come next time, and I can make arrangements in advance."

"Sure." Wang Haoran naturally understood her true intention, but he did not expose it. Instead, he took out his phone and opened his QR code.

The receptionist hurriedly scanned it and successfully added Wang Haoran as a friend.

"My name is Du Ning." Clutching her phone, the receptionist left those words behind and walked away happily.

Wang Haoran entered the office.

"Hello, Young Master Wang. I'm President Zhen's secretary." A woman who had been working at her desk suddenly stood and respectfully greeted Wang Haoran.

Wang Haoran paused, then instinctively looked the woman over.

Her looks were about on par with Du Ning's.

But her figure was better.

In high heels, she looked over 180 centimeters tall. Her actual height was probably over 172 centimeters, and the curves at the front and back of her body were a little exaggerated.

Du Ning was a 90, and this woman's figure added another 3 points, making her a 93! My nominal mother's company really has plenty of beauties.

Wang Haoran secretly marveled.

"What would you like to drink?" the secretary asked.

"A glass of water is fine." Wang Haoran sat down on the office sofa.

The secretary quickly brought over a glass of water, bent slightly at the waist, and said,

"Please wait a moment, Young Master Wang. President Zhen is in a meeting right now. I'll go check how much longer it will take, then come back and inform you."

Wang Haoran nodded, his gaze inadvertently flicking toward the work badge nestled between those towering peaks.

President's secretary, Fang Xuan.

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Inside the conference room.

Wang Haoran's nominal mother, Zhen Li, was currently discussing business matters with the company's senior executives.

The meeting had been going on since morning, yet the executives had not proposed a single plan that satisfied Zhen Li.

As a result, Zhen Li was quite irritated at the moment.

Fang Xuan gently pushed open the door, signaling that she had something to report.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me before the meeting is over? Can't you understand?" Zhen Li said coldly.

"President Zhen, someone is here to see you. It's your—" Fang Xuan hurriedly explained.

"It doesn't matter who it is. Tell them to leave. Say I'm not free. I'm seeing no one right now," Zhen Li said, growing somewhat agitated.

The senior managers all sat silent as cicadas, not daring to speak.

Zhen Li became even angrier and slapped the table. "Are you all idiots? Continue! Who has a better proposal?"

Seeing this, Fang Xuan did not dare provoke her boss further.

"President Zhen, then I'll immediately go tell your son to leave."

"Go ahead." Zhen Li responded casually, but she instantly came to her senses and added,

"Wait, what did you just say? My son came to the company to see me?!"