Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife-Chapter 679 - 677: Willing to Be a Model? (First Update)

Chapter 679: Chapter 677: Willing to Be a Model? (First Update)

The woman took off her sunglasses, a smile in her eyes, and walked step by step towards Nuonuo.

"Little girl, can Sister talk to you about something?"

The woman’s voice was quite clear, her accent was pure, and her clothing was also quite tasteful.

Although Nuonuo’s intuition told her that the woman was not a bad person, she remained very alert and didn’t answer her directly, instead calling out loudly.

"Daddy!"

"Mommy!"

If her foot weren’t hurting, she would have chosen to run away herself, but now, she was sure she couldn’t outrun this woman.

Whether this woman’s intentions were good or bad, it was always safer to have family nearby.

Hearing Nuonuo call out loudly, the woman didn’t show any intention of leaving, but stood still in front of her.

"Alright, you’re surely not the one to make the decision, I’ll talk to your parents."

Nuonuo’s call brought back both Le Tong, who was buying drinks, and Ji Rui, who was on a phone call.

"Who are you?"

Ji Rui returned first, placing a hand on Nuonuo’s shoulder, shielding her behind him, frowning slightly at the thirty-something woman in front.

The woman was startled at first, then reached out her hand to Ji Rui, "Hello, sir!"

After seeing Ji Rui’s face clearly, she was in shock and completely forgot to introduce herself.

"Are you... Mr. Ji from the Ji Group?"

Ji Rui ignored her and had no intention of shaking her hand, bending over to carefully scrutinize Nuonuo from head to toe.

"Girl, she didn’t do anything to you, did she?"

Nuonuo shook her head, and the father and daughter heard the woman behind them speak.

"Mr. Ji, I’m sorry, I’m the fashion editor for Star Weekly, my name is Zhang Ziweng."

While this woman named Zhang Ziweng introduced herself, Le Tong also hurried back, carrying a big bag of drinks.

Ji Rui took the bag of drinks from Le Tong and calmly looked at the woman in front of him.

"Miss Zhang, may I ask what’s the matter?"

"Hello, you must be Mrs. Ji, right?"

Whether the woman had seen Ji Rui in a financial magazine or at some public event or party, at this point, although she used a question, her eyes were no longer inquisitive, it seemed she was already sure that this couple was the President and Mrs. of the famous Ji Family Group.

"Miss Zhang, sorry, have we met before?"

Over the years, as the president and chairman of the Ji Group, Ji Rui had naturally undergone many special interviews. Ji Rui wasn’t someone who accommodated outsiders, let alone at his level, where others should accommodate him rather than the other way around. As a result, almost all of his interviews were arranged in the Ji Group’s presidential office.

Le Tong never accepted interviews but did have contact with these magazine people.

However, she couldn’t recall this woman in front of her no matter how much she tried.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ji, you must be seeing me for the first time. Here’s my business card."

The woman spoke as she respectfully handed a business card to Le Tong, who took it and glanced at it. The information matched what the woman said.

Le Tong was slightly puzzled. If she were a financial editor, it made sense to approach her or Ji Rui, but being a fashion editor, why seek out her or Ji Rui?

"Miss Zhang, may I ask what the matter is?" Le Tong had come out with the family to have fun, and didn’t want to spend unnecessary time on unrelated people.

"Oh... it’s like this, is this your daughter?" Zhang Ziweng moved slightly to finally see the little girl blocked behind by two adults.

The extent of protection these two showed for the little girl made it unbelievable that she wasn’t the Ji family’s daughter.

"Yes, she is our daughter."

"It’s like this, our magazine is recently collaborating with an international children’s clothing brand, and we’re looking for two children like your daughter to be models. I’d like to ask Miss Ji if she’d be interested in collaborating with us?"

Ji Rui and Le Tong had turned down many similar invitations for Nuonuo a few years ago. Back then, Nuonuo was still young, and they basically did it without her knowledge.

This was the first time someone was coming directly to them while Nuonuo was present.

Before Le Tong could answer, Da Bao’s voice came from behind.

"Miss, my sister is not interested."

Just from her son’s cold tone, Le Tong knew that in his current state, he was like a mother hen spreading its large wings, tightly protecting his sister under its feathers.

Zhang Ziweng looked up at the sound, only to see two boys of different heights wearing T-shirts and jeans of similar color schemes, standing like guardians on either side of the wheelchair.

The two boys didn’t look exactly alike, but from their temperament and the watchful, dark eyes, it was clear they were brothers.

The older boy, likely under twenty, had a well-defined face with deep and delicate features, almost a replica of his father. He was not only tall but carried a potent aura, a handsome mix of youthful charm and mature male hormones, exuding a unique quality that straddled the line between boy and man.

The younger boy seemed about the same age as the girl in the chair, likely around the same height. While his presence wasn’t as imposing, he carried an impressive air of cleverness and aloofness that kept others at bay.

As for the little girl, she was stunningly beautiful at just a glance. Her small, palm-sized face and perfectly exquisite features made it clear that she was the exact model Zhang Ziweng was looking for.

The Ji President indeed was remarkable; an entire family of five, each with captivating beauty, posing a huge pressure to anyone who approached them.

Before becoming a fashion editor, Zhang Ziweng was a photographer.

She had a high standard of beauty and strict criteria for selecting people and scenery, yet after spending several minutes observing this family of five, she couldn’t find a single flaw in terms of appearance, height, temperament, or even attire.

And as her gaze shifted from the little girl to the smaller boy on her left, a thought struck her like lightning: she didn’t need to look elsewhere; this little boy was precisely the male model she was searching for!

"Mr. and Mrs. Ji, could I have ten minutes of your time to discuss this over a cup of coffee nearby?" Initially, she intended only to pitch the girl as a model, but now she had changed her mind.

Le Tong and Ji Rui had no interest in this, and Da Bao had already made it clear that Nuonuo wasn’t interested, which meant their eldest son, like them, didn’t want Nuonuo to be prematurely exposed to the complexities of the commercial world.

"Mommy, I want some ice cream; can we go over there to have some?" The little girl sitting in the wheelchair pointed to the exact outdoor café that Zhang Ziweng had just suggested.