Then, he swayed his head to the music, slowly unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt.
A man in a white shirt, black trousers, and a tie, looking like an elite, stood on the speaker.
Instantly, he captured everyone's attention.
Especially the girls, seeing Hu Jiasheng tall and handsome, screamed and looked his way.
The lighting technician, ever so keen, immediately shone a spotlight on him.
He instantly became the center of attention.
He looked in Chen Jiaojiao's direction, swaying, and slowly began to loosen his tie.
Chen Jiaojiao's face flushed at his actions.
This acting president, who commanded thousands of troops in the company.
Actually knew how to dance like this in private…
And why was he looking at her?
Didn't they say they were going to find male models? Was it just him?
Amidst the screams, Hu Jiasheng pulled off his tie, then pulled the hem of his shirt out of his pants, and slowly unbuttoned it, button by button.
The atmosphere in the entire venue reached its peak.
Everyone cheered, watching him, and even two hot girls ran over and started dancing around him.
Chen Jiaojiao, being young and having never dated,
Couldn't bear his gaze any longer. Without settling the bill, she bolted out.
The cool evening breeze blew, and the heat on her face gradually subsided.
Soon, Hu Jiasheng also chased after her.
His shirt was still not properly buttoned, with three buttons undone, revealing his bronzed chest.
He carried his jacket over his arm, completely shedding his corporate elite demeanor, looking like a charming scoundrel.
A glance at him made Chen Jiaojiao's face flush again.
"I didn't realize, Mr. Hu, you're so fun when you're not working."
"It's all to prove to you that I'm not that old. My body is still decent, right?"
Hu Jiasheng walked over to her, grabbed her hand, and guided it to his muscles.
"Although I'm a bit older than you, an uncle is mature and considerate, and buys Hermès. Want to give me a chance?"
If it were anyone else, Chen Jiaojiao would have goosebumps just imagining such cheesy and boring tactics.
But for some reason, with him, this behavior, paired with his mature and refined face, had a strange charm.
Especially his physique, those abs…
But Chen Jiaojiao quickly dismissed the thought.
Have some self-respect.
He hadn't done anything, just unbuttoned a few buttons, and she was already moved? Was she losing her mind?
"Boring, cheesy."
Suppressing her true feelings, she rolled her eyes at Hu Jiasheng dismissively.
"Save these old tricks for naive girls who haven't seen the world. You're too young to fool me."
She didn't sleep well that night.
In her hazy state, she had many chaotic dreams.
Chen Jiaojiao didn't know why she was so weak, her heartstrings easily tugged by an older man's few words.
That night, she dreamt of him unbuttoning his shirt again.
She slept until past seven in the morning, when the housekeeper came to wake her, reminding her she had to go to the company today.
Chen Jiaojiao yawned as she went downstairs. The housekeeper brought over a large box.
"Mr. Hu sent this over early this morning."
Mr. Hu?
Chen Jiaojiao immediately opened the box to look.
This guy really bought her the latest model Hermès.
He actually knew her taste well; it was the little black bag she had been eyeing.
Now, her curiosity was piqued, and she wanted to see what other tricks this older man had up his sleeve.
Chen Jiaojiao accepted it but still didn't accept his friend request, calmly heading to the company.
Unexpectedly, after attending a high-level project meeting with Uncle Tang, Hu Jiasheng arrived at the company.
Accompanied by a group of staff.
Uncle Tang said he was just visiting and hadn't informed Chen Jiaojiao beforehand.
There was no need to mention how dazzling he was among the group of people of varying heights, builds, and sizes.
Crucially, he walked straight to Chen Jiaojiao upon seeing her, oblivious to anyone else.
"Ms. Chen, I left something in your car yesterday. Do you have time now? Could you accompany me to retrieve it?"
In front of so many people, Chen Jiaojiao couldn't very well say he was lying and refuse him.
They entered the elevator, feigning professionalism.
As soon as the doors closed, Hu Jiasheng turned and cornered her.
"Still not adding me as a friend?"
There were cameras in the elevator, and Chen Jiaojiao didn't want anyone to see them doing anything inappropriate.
She quickly reached out to push him away.
Hu Jiasheng took the opportunity to grab her hand.
"I let you touch my abs yesterday, and you still say we're not close?"
What kind of logic was that?
Chen Jiaojiao forcefully tried to pull her hand back.
"I never said I wanted to touch your abs; you insisted I touch them. What does that have to do with adding me as a friend?"
Hu Jiasheng held onto her.
"If you don't add me, I won't let you leave today."
"You're old enough, please stop playing these childish games, okay?"
Hu Jiasheng ignored her, holding her hand with one hand and pressing his other hand against the elevator wall.
Trapping her in his embrace.
"If you don't add me, I'll do it myself. You're not allowed to cry."
His hot breath fell on Chen Jiaojiao's forehead, and her face immediately turned red again. "You dare!"
Hu Jiasheng seemed to have her figured out, completely unafraid, and reached for her phone.
Chen Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and kicked him.
He instinctively grabbed her leg, pressing it tightly against his trousers.
Chen Jiaojiao was wearing a professional skirt suit and high heels that day.
With her leg suddenly caught, the situation was incredibly awkward.
She almost cried this time.
"Hu Jiasheng… you have no shame!"
Hu Jiasheng hadn't expected it to turn out this way; he was just joking with her, and quickly let go.
"I'm sorry, I was just..."
"Scum, trash! Cheesy, lecherous old man!"
"I'm sorry. How about you let me touch you back?"
What?
Chen Jiaojiao never expected him to say something like that.
She was so angry she burst out laughing.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Hu Jiasheng put on a meek, self-reproaching expression.
"I don't know why, but whenever I see you, I get emotional and can't control my actions."
"..."
"But there's one thing I can control."
"???"
"Your company is also interested in competing for this project, but if the Zhan family makes a move, there's little chance of winning."
"Tell me, do you want this project? If you do, I'll give it to you."
Why did the topic suddenly shift to work?
Chen Jiaojiao felt awkward for two seconds, then said haughtily.
"What do you mean, 'give it to me'? Is our company that weak? Can't we win it with our own strength? Why would we need you to give it to us."
"Whether we're that weak or not, you can ask your father."
Chen Jiaojiao didn't need to make that call; she knew.
Her family's company and the Zhan family were in completely different leagues.
If they were to compete for a project, the Zhan family's involvement would obliterate them.
"Can you make that decision? Just give it to me if you say so, and no responsibility for losing the project?"
"No need. Consider it a betrothal gift to my future wife. No one can interfere."