Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 68 Mu Qingran’s Loss

Jiayi was somewhat surprised; the supervisor turned out to be a woman, and also so young.

"Mr. Huo, this is our supervisor from the European headquarters, Mu Qingran," Uncle Lun introduced.

Jiayi noticed that the man beside her seemed to stiffen for a moment.

Huo Zhenyang stared at Mu Qingran with eyes slightly darkened, it’s actually her.

So many years had passed without seeing her, he hadn’t expected she had gone to Europe, working as a manager in a wine company.

Mu Qingran’s gaze also fixed firmly on the man, a flicker of barely noticeable excitement passed through her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Like a swan untainted by a speck of dust, she walked over slowly with her exquisitely made-up face held high, a hint of a smile on her lips, and extended her hand toward Huo Zhenyang, "Hello, Mr. Huo."

Huo Zhenyang extended his hand and shook with Mu Qingran, "Hello, Supervisor Mu."

Mu Qingran then glanced at the young secretary beside the man, her beautiful eyes flashing with an indescribable suspicion, yet she revealed a smile, "This lady must be the secretary who has come with Mr. Huo this time? Hello, I am Mu Qingran, the marketing supervisor of Banan Vineyard at the European headquarters."

"Hello, Luo Jiayi," Jiayi extended her hand, responding politely.

But Mu Qingran did not take Jiayi’s hand, instead, her delicate jade hand suddenly stopped mid-air, and something clicked to the floor, she smiled and said, "Sorry," then bent down to pick up her brooch.

Jiayi’s outstretched hand hung in the air, momentarily awkward, unsure whether to retract it or wait for Mu Qingran.

Unexpectedly, after picking up her brooch, Mu Qingran straightened up and seemed to forget the handshake entirely, no longer paying any attention to Jiayi; she only raised her hand to Huo Zhenyang and said with a smile, "Mr. Huo, please take a seat."

Jiayi felt a strange sensation in her heart, but didn’t dwell on it, and went back to her seat alone.

Several people took their seats.

Uncle Lun instructed his subordinates to start serving the appetizers and main courses.

Mu Qingran’s gaze never left Huo Zhenyang, she raised her wine glass and softly said, "Mr. Huo, this is a red wine from ’73, your favorite kind. Now, it’s so rare that even money can hardly buy it, please give it a try."

Jiayi’s heart stirred, could Mu Qingran and Huo Zhenyang possibly know each other?

But that wasn’t right. If they knew each other, why would Uncle Lun have introduced Mu Qingran to Huo Zhenyang?

Moreover, Huo Zhenyang’s behavior didn’t seem like that towards someone familiar.

Uncle Lun obviously appeared to be surprised as well, "Supervisor Mu, do you know Mr. Huo?"

Mu Qingran’s eyes shifted slightly, filled with anticipation and flickers of excitement, waiting for the affirmative response from the man across the table.

"Supervisor Mu is also from G City in the inland region; we’ve met before," Huo Zhenyang spoke indifferently.

Mu Qingran’s face changed slightly, as if stung in the heart; under the table, her delicate fingers clenched. This man, he really treated her like a stranger.

In his eyes, she was merely someone he had "met before."

When she had walked in and seen his indifferent gaze, Mu Qingran had not wanted to believe that he would treat her this way, but now, she believed it.

All the excitement she felt on the plane about seeing this man soon evaporated into nothingness.

But, she was not yet ready to give up.

"I see." Uncle Lun chuckled, all being people from the business circles, having met before was quite normal.

However, Jiayi didn’t see it that way; as soon as Huo Zhenyang finished speaking, Mu Qingran’s face instantly darkened.

Despite Mu Qingran concealing it well, Jiayi, being a woman with sharp intuition, could sense her disappointment and even her sadness.

The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly dropped.

Apart from Uncle Len occasionally breaking the silence to warm up the ambiance, it was mostly quiet.

It wasn’t until a servant of the vineyard restaurant stepped forward with a tray of wine that there was a change. The servant began pouring drinks into the glasses of several guests.

The servant first went to the most honored guest at the table, Huo Zhenyang, to fill his glass and then moved on to Jiayi.

"Hold on," Huo Zhenyang stopped the servant who was about to pour wine for Jiayi, "Get her some fresh-squeezed grape juice instead."

The servant paused, surprised.

Uncle Len quickly reacted, "Right, the secretary Miss is not much of a drinker, and look at my memory, I even forgot! Quick, switch to grape juice."

Mu Qingran’s face tightened, and a fleeting, inexplicable shadow crossed her expression but vanished immediately.

Jiayi pouted. Even if red wine were poured, it wouldn’t matter. It was a matter of table manners, and she simply wouldn’t drink it, right?

Now this made her seem different from the others, as if she had a princess-like ailment in front of clients.

Jiayi turned her head to glance at Huo Zhenyang and whispered, "It’s alright."

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes darkened, and his face sternly conveyed, "You must listen," he said softly.

Although the words were subdued, Mu Qingran heard them loud and clear. They cut through her heart like a knife, and her gaze inadvertently landed on the girl beside Huo Zhenyang.

She hadn’t paid much attention earlier, but now she began to scrutinize her seriously.

After a while, Mu Qingran regained her composure and cheered up. With a lovely smile, she spoke with a tone of jest, "I hear that those who can work in the Huo Group headquarters are elites, and those who accompany President Huo on business trips abroad are the elite of the elites. Miss Luo must certainly be one of them, right? Oh, I wonder how many years Miss Luo has been with the Huo Group? Your seniority must be quite extensive?"

Jiayi’s fork, as she was about to dig into her pasta, paused mid-air, and she almost choked on her food but had to admit honestly, "I’m not from the headquarters. I work in the JJ Marketing Department of the group."

Though Mu Qingran did not smile, her delicate lips curved into a slight arc.

At that moment, a detached male voice filled the air:

"Seniority isn’t an issue. I prefer young, capable people over those old-timers who’ve been around for many years. Jiayi performed very well on this business trip, and upon our return, she will be promoted to join the headquarters, specifically in the secretary department, and she will take orders directly from me."

Jiayi looked towards the man beside her; Charlie was right. He really did want to use this business trip as an opportunity to promote her, and even to transfer her directly to the headquarters, to be with him.

Mu Qingran’s face changed, and for a long while, she didn’t speak, but then she put on a relaxed smile, "Anyone favored by the most rigorous President Huo is bound to be outstanding, and Miss Luo is certainly no exception. Surely you graduated from a prestigious university, didn’t you? May I ask your major? Our Banan Vineyard specializes in premium wine, which is the first choice of wine professionals and venues around the world. Since President Huo brought Miss Luo here, you must also be quite familiar with the wine industry, correct?"

The volley of questions was relentless, each one more merciless than the last.

Jiayi was sure of it; Mu Qingran didn’t like her.

From the earlier neglect and cold treatment during their handshake to her apparent wish for Jiayi to embarrass herself now.

However, this Mu Qingran was much smarter than the likes of Jian Meiyi. She knew how to hide her true feelings.

Huo Zhenyang’s expression turned sour. He put down his silver cutlery, and with a cool tone said, "It seems, Manager Mu, that you have quite an interest in my secretary."

The atmosphere immediately grew much colder.