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Even if she had gained President Ruan's favor, it didn't mean she could act so arrogantly.
She suddenly stood up and accidentally bumped into a cafeteria staff member who was coming to clean up. The staff member was holding a handful of freshly picked glass shards, and they cut into her hand. A stream of blood welled up.
Lin Xue'er immediately caught sight of Ruan Fuxi's smile and sighed regretfully. "Ah, Secretary Lin, I told you to be careful."
Just as Lin Xue'er was about to say something, she met Ruan Huai's cold gaze, which made her swallow back her words.
Ruan Huai felt some dissatisfaction towards this highly educated and capable secretary. She was too impulsive, not steady enough, and most importantly, not friendly enough to her colleagues. He glanced at Lin Xue'er with indifference.
"Enough. The risk for this project is too high; I won't approve it. Secretary Lin, please bandage your wound. You don't need to attend the meeting later."
Lin Xue'er panicked, but she knew that Ruan Huai was resolute; arguing further would be pointless. So she lowered her head as if nothing had happened.
"Understood, President Ruan."
To her, being excluded from the meeting about the company's development plan for the second half of the year felt like a sign that she was no longer valued.
Ruan Huai shifted his gaze and then gently said to Ruan Fuxi, "The company has afternoon tea later. Don’t let yourself go hungry."
Ruan Fuxi nodded.
After Ruan Huai left the cafeteria, Ruan Fuxi made her way to the front desk. There was a break after lunch, and although she felt a bit drowsy after eating, as the receptionist, she didn’t have a separate break room. At that moment, she missed her soft and comfortable bed at home.
Not wanting to take a nap at the front desk, Ruan Fuxi took out her phone and opened her social media account.
As soon as she logged in, she noticed that three safety charms she had sent out had already been signed for, and the backend had received some private messages. Some accused her of being a scammer who tricked people out of their money and claimed she was just putting on an act.
Regarding such remarks, Ruan Fuxi paid them no mind; she was not that idle. There were still some who were half-convinced, sending their birthdates to ask if she could read them.
With nothing better to do, Ruan Fuxi casually picked one. Three thousand for a reading. This wasn’t charity; she expected to be paid.
Just as Ruan Fuxi was about to exit the chat, a quick reply came through.
【Three thousand! Why aren’t you hurrying up?】
【The fortune teller under the overpass only charges two hundred for a reading!】
Yet, despite the complaints about the price, the other party still transferred the money to Ruan Fuxi and then provided their birthdate.
With three thousand received, Ruan Fuxi glanced at the birthdate for a moment before typing her response:
【Your childhood was quite good. You lost your mother at thirteen and have a younger sister. You graduated from high school but didn’t get into college. You’re clever and now have your own career. Your later life will be rather ordinary, with no great wealth or fortune.】
After reading this, the other party quickly replied:
【I knew you were just a scammer pretending to be a master! If you had even glanced at my profile, you wouldn’t have mentioned my mother’s death. I’m going to expose you!】
Ruan Fuxi sensed a wave of triumph from his home, as if she had discovered his secret. She shrugged slightly. Although she currently lacked any significant cultivation, her ability to read fortunes was not baseless; why did people always doubt her sincerity?
Ruan Fuxi typed back: 【I can’t possibly be wrong.】 Then she exited the chat and left a note on her profile: Three thousand for a reading; fees are non-refundable.
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