Reincarnation: From Opressed Missy to Campus Belle

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“President An, Mrs Lu reached out to book an appointment,” An Qinyan’s secretary said. She was so scared that she was afraid that she would forget to breathe. The topic of Mrs Lu was like a ticking bomb.

An Qinyan was signing the documents when she heard her secretary. Looking up, she paused for a moment and then heaved out a sigh. She wasn’t prepared for this day. Then again, no one was prepared for meeting Song Yifei.

At this moment, she looked just like An Xiulan when the latter had nothing to say.

“Book her appointment,” An Qinyan ended up saying. Don’t blame her for choosing the worst day to meet her._.

When she saw a hesitant look on her secretary’s face, she raised her brow in question. It meant something else was coming that she wasn’t prepared for.

“Mrs Lu is waiting in the lobby,” said the Secretary. She didn’t tell An Qinyan how sure Song Yifei was that the former would accept meeting her today. She knew the history between her boss and the woman waiting outside in the lounge. As much as she understood her boss, she was certain that her boss wasn’t the woman who would create a scene in the office lobby. However, the same couldn’t be said for the other woman.

“Take her to the private office room and serve her tea or whatever she wants. I have a teleconference in ten minutes, you can ask her to wait. If she decides to wait, good for her. If not, then good riddance. I can’t clear my schedule for someone,” An Qinyan said without any feeling. She didn’t mind if Song Yifei had to wait for a few more minutes to meet her as the latter decided to meet her unannounced. Why would she cancel important meetings just for a woman whose sole agenda was to give her a headache?

She would rather earn a few million dollars than have her head eaten by a crow. Yeah, Song Yifei had the same existence that a crow had in her life. Extremely loud and vain.

Thirty minutes later, An Qinyan left her office and entered the room where Song Yifei was still waiting for her.

As she opened the door to the waiting room, Song Yifei’s fox-like eyes fell on her. Not even a crease of impatience could be seen on the woman’s face. It was as if she had expected such treatment from An Qinyan.

“Welcome back home,” Song Yifei smiled while taking a sip of tea. She placed the exquisite teacup on the table. Her movements were still so elegant after all these years.

“Thank you,” An Qinyan said, plastering her perfect business smile.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” Song Yifei commented.

“Changes for those who are not happy with their life.  I have always been satisfied with my life. I have zero regrets,” An Qinyan said as she took a seat in front of Song Yifei. She was sitting on the sofa like the Queen she was. The queen who had created her empire from scratch.

Song Yifei had always known that An Qinyan was a prideful woman. However, she never thought that the latter was pretentious because she (An Qinyan)  had enough skill and talent to back her pride and arrogance up. As much as she should dislike this woman for the position her in (Song Yifei), she still couldn’t help but look up at her. She hated An Qinyan but she never disliked her.

“Are you sure you have no regrets?” Song Yifei raised the question, pressing the most sore point of An Qinyan. She felt like bitch for raising this question but the relationship between the both of them gave them liberty and the right to tear each other apart.

However, both of them were too sophisticated and fancy to use cheap tricks to tear each other apart. Rather they would use sophisticated and refined methods to bring each other down.

“Mrs Lu,” An Qinyan called out her name in the most respectful tone she could muster up. “I would really appreciate it if you inform me about the cause of your visit.”

“Am I interrupting your work?” Song Yifei asked, not at all feeling bad about it.

“You are,” An Qinyan said with a straight face. “Since I gave you the time of my day, I would really appreciate it if you get on the point. After all, I only get a half an hour break for lunch.”

In simple words, I would rather have lunch in peace than put up with your high maintenance attitude.

“The old lady knows you are back in China,” Song Yifei said, raising her teacup in the air to take a sip.

An Qinyan pursed her lips in a straight line. She felt her head hurting just at the thought of the old lady who was no one else but Song Yifei’s mother-in-law and An Qinyan’s ex-mother-in-law.

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Author Note: Two chapters for today since you all made author happy with very kind comments. The author is really generous as long as she is pampered with good words.