Chapter 2

Tang Huan has been back in the country for over a year. The previous few jobs were either too exhausting or did not contribute to human progress, and he couldn't last a month in any of them before quitting and changing careers.

The current job, though not easy, at least has a plethora of beautiful women, which aligns with Brother Huan's expectations for life. Moreover, his beautiful boss treats him well, and Brother Huan has developed a small idea of working for the rest of his life here.

For a seasoned veteran like Brother Huan, Liu Mingzhu's little tricks and thoughts are transparent. How could he really fall for the boss's beauty trap?

But Brother Huan values feelings and doesn't want his leader to worry or be criticized over this matter.

"Facing the storm, so be it." Tang Huan stubbed out his cigarette and walked toward the Guomao Center under the scorching sun, with a touch of solemnity.

Ding dong~

The elevator doors opened in response.

Tang Huan appeared on the 35th floor of the Guomao Center, where Han Qinghe's studio is located.

The receptionist, inheriting the Shengtian genes, has a sweet and lovely appearance. Her fashion sense is also very trendy, making her extremely pleasing to the eye.

Tang Huan introduced himself. The receptionist, though not cold, was clearly not very enthusiastic, especially since he was a special envoy from headquarters. After registering, she let him in but didn't follow up.

"A receptionist is so arrogant; no wonder the colleagues in the artist department have many complaints and find it hard to work." Tang Huan muttered to himself as he entered and looked around.

The working environment was quite good, a traditional cubicle office area. However, the style was more fashionable, and it was clear that more money had been spent on the renovation compared to the Shengtian headquarters.

This is the treatment of a favored son.

From 10:00 AM to 11:30 AM, Tang Huan waited in the lounge without even a cup of coffee. His buttocks were numb from sitting, and he received no response. Not even an employee came to tell him, "We'll be done soon" or any other perfunctory words.

Brother Huan was so angry that he felt like he had seen two Buddhas ascend to heaven.

Usually, he is the one who gives orders to the signed models, looking down on them. How could Tang Huan tolerate this?

After finishing the last cigarette in the pack, he rubbed his stiff face, stood up, and headed straight for Han Qinghe's office.

Bang!

He didn't knock and pushed the door open.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly changed, from initial nervousness to complete shock.

There were about seven or eight people in the office, all women.

When Tang Huan entered the office, his eyes couldn't leave the face of the woman behind the desk.

Beautiful.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

No matter whether compared to TV or PS-posted posters, she was several levels more beautiful.

Tang Huan immediately recognized this woman as Han Qinghe, the most popular female artist in China and the golden goose that Shengtian had heavily invested in.

Besides her beauty, Tang Huan also felt the coldness emanating from her and the pity and ridicule from the other women.

Dare to enter Miss Han's office without knocking, and during a meeting?

Do you know why the office area is so quiet? Anyone who makes a commotion might be fired. Is this violent door opening a death wish or a suicide attempt?

"Still in a meeting?"

Tang Huan casually found a chair in the corner, crossed his legs, and said, "Continue. I'll learn too."

The office remained eerily quiet.

All eyes were focused on Tang Huan. If it were anyone else, they might have felt intimidated and cowered. But who is Brother Huan? He is a seasoned veteran who can navigate the嫩-模圈 (model circle) with ease. How could such an awkward situation defeat him?

He remained unmoved as the women stared at him.

"Miss Han, this—"

A young woman who looked like an assistant nervously glanced at Han Qinghe sitting in the boss's chair.

"Continue." Han Qinghe's face was expressionless. Her cold eyes swept over Tang Huan and then returned to calm.

Even if she remained calm, the other employees still felt an overwhelming pressure.

"The lyrics for the first single of the new album have several versions, one of which was written by the chairman of the Bai Cheng Writers Association. He hopes you will use this version and promote traditional culture more."

"No." Han Qinghe rejected it without any embellishment. "If he wants to promote traditional culture, he should find his own way. I have no obligation to help him. Besides, are his lyrics traditional culture? Where does his confidence come from?"

The assistant was clearly used to Han Qinghe's style and didn't feel awkward.

Her job was to relay the information, and whether Han Qinghe agreed or not was none of her business. She didn't want to discuss anything with Han Qinghe.

She knew very well that Han Qinghe didn't accept any negotiations.

Her decisions were the direction for everyone, with no room for discussion.

Another assistant quickly proposed, "Shengtian hopes Miss Han's new album will also charge for digital rights in addition to physical sales."

"Tell them that my songs can be listened to for free by all my fans." Han Qinghe remained extremely assertive. "If they don't agree, let them terminate the contract." She completely ignored Tang Huan's status as a special envoy from Shengtian.

"Understood, Miss Han."

The seven or eight women, whether assistants or directors, discussed work with Han Qinghe for nearly half an hour after Tang Huan entered the room.

What they called a discussion was actually Han Qinghe's dictatorial command.

Tang Huan almost dropped his jaw in surprise while listening.

Han Qinghe's style was too assertive. This wasn't a meeting; it was a one-man show.

After the employees left the office and Han Qinghe instructed the assistant to bring in a cup of coffee, Brother Huan, sitting in the corner, finally spoke up, "I want a milk tea with coffee, thank you."

Seeing the assistant's confused face, Tang Huan said seriously, "Please understand, everything in your studio is provided by Shengtian. Is it too much to ask for a milk tea with coffee?"

After saying that, he swaggered to the desk and shamelessly admired Han Qinghe's face up close.

Putting aside her coldness and assertiveness, her features were all top-notch. Her large, clear eyes, her straight and delicate nose, and her red lips, as if painted with rouge, all proclaimed that she, Han Qinghe, was the most beautiful woman in the entertainment industry and even the country.

In fact, in many gossip magazines' beauty rankings, Han Qinghe consistently topped the list.

Han Qinghe was enraged by Tang Huan's casual and disrespectful behavior, treating the office as if it were his own home. A flash of anger crossed her bright eyes, and she spat out, "You have one minute. Finish talking and leave immediately."

"One minute isn't enough," Tang Huan seemed completely oblivious to Han Qinghe's emotional fluctuations. "I was planning to invite Miss Han to have lunch and chat. I've already chosen a place. The Grand Hotel."

"You have fifty-five seconds left." Han Qinghe's face was expressionless, but her beautiful eyes shot out a cold light.

Since her debut, Han Qinghe has always been the pride of heaven, dominating all occasions. Who has ever not shown her the utmost respect? Even the big bosses of large corporations rarely dared to be disrespectful to her. Besides her unparalleled commercial value, her mother is the vice president of Bai Cheng University, a genuine heavyweight in the education sector.

But now, Tang Huan was like a ferocious beast, suddenly baring his fangs in front of her, catching her off guard.

A seemingly unconquerable woman always attracts men who consider themselves strong.

Facing Han Qinghe's cold and beautiful face, Tang Huan suddenly felt a stirring in his heart and slowly stood up.

His movements were slow and deliberate, his strong arms slowly supporting him on the desk. Leaning forward, his deep, dark eyes flashed with a light that made one's heart race.

"Since Miss Han won't give me enough time, I can only negotiate with you in the simplest way."

With that, he moved as fast as lightning, and his thin, milk-scented lips kissed Han Qinghe's inviting red lips, which had just taken a sip of coffee.

The studio didn't have milk tea with coffee, but it had milk tea and coffee.

Brother Huan used his own way to make a milk tea with coffee.

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