Chapter 7

At ten o'clock the next morning, as soon as Mu Tongrui entered the Fu Corporation, she saw many

people lining up to apply for jobs with their resumes in the lobby on the first floor. What was strange

was that almost 99% of them were young and beautiful women.

Mu Tongrui knitted her eyebrows slightly. What day is it today? Why are there so many people come for

interviews?

“Excuse me, are you all here for interviews?”

A young girl dressed in a pink short skirt sized up Mu Tongrui. “You are also here for the interview? You

are dressed like a nun; do you really think Mr. Fu will like you?”

Speechless, Mu Tongrui subconsciously glanced at her own outfit. Her outfit was the most common

outfit for interviews—a white shirt was tucked into a formal skirt, with a pair of simple three-centimeter-

high heels. She looked capable and smart. Why does she say I look like a nun?

A woman then came over to make arrangements. She couldn’t hide the look of contempt in her eyes

behind the black-rimmed glasses. “Be quiet. Mr. Fu hates noisy women the most. Line up and follow

me up the lift in batches for the interview on 66th floor.”

Before Mu Tongrui could figure out the situation, a girl hurriedly pushed her to the lift. “Hey, are you

going inside? Don't get in my way!”

The woman frowned and glared at Mu Tongrui and the girl. “Why are you pushing? Do you think that

you can pass the interview if you're able to get on the 66th floor?”

As the lift moved up, the atmosphere inside was weird. Standing among a group of beauties with heavy

makeup, Mu Tongrui kept feeling that something was wrong.

It's just an interview for the position of art designer, do they need to be dressed up like going on a blind

date?

In the lift, beautiful women of various types with various makeup on their faces took out their compact

powder, and fixed their delicate makeup that was not smudged at all.

When the lift reached the 66th floor, it finally opened with a ding.

Mu Tongrui was pushed out in a hurry, and followed the group to the interview room.

Through a small transparent window, Mu Tongrui saw the interviewers inside—three chief interviewers,

with two secretaries beside them. The lineup alone made people shudder.

Does Fu Corporation have such strict control over a designer in the Creative Department? Will there be

layers of tests to pass when applying for a managerial and director-level position?

Several girls sitting behind her were so nervous that their palms were sweating, as they whispered, “I

heard that Mr. Fu graduated from an Ivy League school, but I'm just an ordinary university graduate.

Will Mr. Fu look down on me?”

“Academic qualification is nothing. What men value most is a woman's appearance and body, as well

as... her performance in bed.”

The last four words were uttered in an extremely low voice, but Mu Tongrui still heard them clearly, and

dismissed the statement with a smile.

It seems that they are not here to apply for the position of designer, but to apply to be Mr. Fu's

girlfriend?

The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and a girl in Givenchy's little black dress came out.

She seemed to have a smooth interview, as her beautiful face was full of energy, and she looked at the

other girls waiting for the interview with her arms folded across her chest arrogantly. “Do you really

think that it’s enough to look good and have a good figure? Mr. Fu has seen countless beautiful

women. Women like you are like foil at best. The type of woman Mr. Fu is into is someone like me, who

is highly educated, brainy, and has a good family background. I advise you to know where you stand!”

As soon as she finished speaking, a secretary walked out of the office and said formulaically, “Next.”

Mu Tongrui was startled, as it was her turn. After taking a deep breath, she calmly walked into the office

on her high heels holding her resume.

Among the three chief interviewers, a man sitting in the middle, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses,

and looked gentle and handsome, glanced at her resume, and said, “Mu Tongrui? Tell me about

yourself, your body measurements, weight, height, health status and family situation.”

Mu Tongrui knitted her eyebrows, and a trace of anger flashed across her face. “Does the Fu

Corporation hire female employees to engage in such nasty deeds behind? I thought Mr. Fu was

always a decent businessman who was stern, fair, and just. Now it seems that Mr. Fu is deceitful.

Sorry, I won't continue with the interview anymore.”

The three chief interviewers looked at each other, and then stared at Mu Tongrui’s angry face, saying

amusedly, “Miss Mu, since you come to apply for the position of future Mrs. Fu, Mr. Fu, of course, has

the right to know the basic things about you. Mr. Fu can't just marry any woman, can he?”

What? Apply for the position of Mrs. Fu?

“I think I might have gone to the wrong—”

Before she could finish explaining, the office door was pushed open and the interview was interrupted.

The person who opened the door was Fu Lingye's special assistant, Xu Kun.

Xu Kun walked to the interviewer in the middle, leaned over and said in a voice that only the two could

hear, “Mr. Lu, the boss will interview this lady, Mu Tongrui, in person.”

Xu Kun walked to the interviewer in the middle, leaned over and said in a voice that only the two could

hear, “Mr. Lu, the boss will interview this lady, Mu Tongrui, in person.”

Lu Zhan pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and smiled with a sly and playful look. “I thought he didn't

like women. Does he like this kind of woman? I'm surprised.”

Lu Zhan looked meaningfully at Mu Tongrui who was standing there, suppressing a smile.

Xu Kun walked up to Mu Tongrui respectfully and politely, and said, “Miss Mu, please come with me.”

Sitting in the black executive chair, Fu Lingye stared at the paused video on the laptop screen with a

beautiful yet indifferent look on his face. It was the video of Mu Tongrui's interview in the next room just

now.

The man picked up the documents and photos sent by Xu Kun early in the morning, and his clear and

sharp gaze fell on a blurred photo of a woman lying on a delivery table giving birth.

If the surrogate woman three years ago was really Mu Tongrui...

With a click, the office door was opened.

Xu Kun came in with Mu Tongrui. “Boss, Miss Mu is here.”

“You may leave first.”

“Okay.”

Mu Tongrui was taken here in a daze. So, when Xu Kun left the office, she frowned and said, “Mr. Fu,

I'm here to apply for the position of illustrator. I don't understand what exactly is going on now.”

Fu Lingye raised his hand to close the laptop, and looked at her with a cold and mocking look. “Miss

Mu, you just scolded me nasty next door. Then, what about the fact that you publicly seduced me at the

dinner last night? It seems that I'm not the one who is deceitful.”

Her small face became hot and flushed with embarrassment, as she pursed her lips. “Mr. Fu, I just

want you to have mercy and cancel the demolition plan on Shenlan Road. If there is anything that

makes you misunderstand, I apologize.”

Fu Lingye got up, walked toward the huge fish tank in the office, and threw fish food into the fish tank

slowly, saying casually yet coldly, “It is impossible to cancel the demolition plan on Shenlan Road, but

there is still room for negotiation regarding Mu's villa.”

Overjoyed, she asked quickly, “Mr. Fu, are you saying that you will keep the Mu's villa?”

Putting away the fish food in his hand, he put one hand into his pocket, and walked toward her slowly.

As the clear and nice masculine breath approached, she subconsciously took a step back, but at the

same moment, her thin waist was firmly grabbed by a big hand with distinct joints.