Cici didn't even have time to take a sip of water before she was surrounded by a crowd.
Cici quickly surrendered, raising her hands: "Stop, stop, stop! Hold on! Can you let me have a sip of water first? I ran all the way here, I'm out of breath, I don't even have the energy to talk!"
The next second, several people handed their freshly bought coffees to Cici, looking at her expectantly.
Cici shook her head helplessly and said, "Why are you all so curious about him?"
"Of course we're curious! He's the most eligible bachelor in Europe," Lisa said with a grin. "So many people want to meet this aristocrat who holds a special status in more than a dozen European countries!"
"Is it really that exaggerated?" Cici raised an eyebrow. "He's that famous in Europe?"
"Famous doesn't even begin to cover it!" another translator sighed. "His relationship with the Rothschild family isn't something you can explain in just a few words."
The Rothschild family—known for sparking currency wars, a family so powerful it makes the world tremble.
Rumor has it their assets are countless.
And the Yin Family, which can be compared to the Rothschilds, is anything but ordinary.
Cici fell silent for a moment, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
Since he’s so influential in Europe, why would he claim to be unfamiliar with Paris?
Paris is the capital of France... His French accent is so perfect, he must have lived here for ages...
He lied to me!
Cici suddenly realized it!
He actually lied, saying he wasn’t familiar with France or Paris!
Ha! This guy...
Before Cici could think more, her enthusiastic colleagues snapped her out of her thoughts.
Cici could only explain honestly, "It’s not as dramatic as you think! As for his wealth, well, he does seem pretty rich... but exactly how rich, I’m not sure..."
Just then, Little A’s voice came from outside the office door: "Miss Cici, I’ve brought over the paperwork for the Aston Martin One-77. There’s also a brand new Bugatti sports car. The CEO said to deliver both to you. If you don’t like supercars, just let me know the model you want, and it’ll be delivered to you within a day."
Cici and everyone in the office were completely stunned!
Aston Martin!
Bugatti!
You can even specify the model and type!
The colleagues all stared at Cici with their mouths wide open. Lisa stammered, "This... is he... not rich? Just those two cars together must cost tens of millions of francs!"
The others nodded vigorously.
Cici was just as dumbfounded.
She always thought Charles Yin was joking, or maybe just using his usual flirting tricks. She never imagined he actually wanted to give her the cars!
Even if he’s super rich, giving away sports cars worth tens of millions of francs just like that...
Converted to RMB, that’s over a hundred million!
Even if you’re loaded, this is just burning money!
Little A looked at Cici with great respect and said, "Miss Cici, I’ve left all the paperwork here. This is my number—if you need anything, just call me! At two this afternoon, your gown will be delivered by a dedicated staff member, and tonight someone will personally pick you up for the banquet. I’ll take my leave now!"
Little A turned and left crisply, leaving everyone frozen in place.
The way Cici’s colleagues looked at her was practically burning with envy.
Cici looked completely innocent: "I don’t know why this is happening either!"
She really was innocent!
Today, Rona Muir was finally reliable—she called Cici herself, thumping her G-cup chest and promising to watch the two kids for her so she could attend the banquet worry-free!
How could she not be reliable?
Whether it’s food or anything else, everything is delivered to the door...
Cici felt relieved only after hearing that Rona would take care of her two little ones at home.
At two in the afternoon, someone really did deliver the gown.
Cici had been wondering all morning—how could they know her size? Would the dress even fit?
But when Cici tried it on in the restroom, she was completely stunned!
The sizing was absolutely perfect!
Seriously, how did they know her measurements?
This gown... was obviously custom-made!
Is it even possible to finish a custom gown in just one day?
It was so strange, just way too strange!
Cici really wanted to ask Charles Yin how he managed to send a gown that fit so perfectly...
But soon she got busy and forgot all about it. She’d ask when she got the chance!
At five o’clock, the car picking up Cici arrived right on time downstairs.
The company’s welcome party was set in a luxurious villa near Paris’s Hugo Avenue.
Since it was close to the Champs-Élysées, the place was full of stars—celebrities everywhere you looked.
Cici was allowed to leave work early, so she arrived ahead of time.
She didn’t go straight to the banquet, but was first led to a lounge.
Several stylists were already waiting for her there.
Cici glanced at her million-franc gown, then at the stylists, and could only resign herself to their expert hands.
She thought they’d make her look weird, but strangely enough, it was like these stylists already knew her preferences—the look they created was exactly what she wanted.
Every style, every angle was absolutely flawless.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Cici couldn’t help but say, "If this wasn’t my first time meeting you all, I’d think we’d worked together so many times before."
The stylists looked a little stiff, their eyes darting, but they didn’t explain anything.
After Cici left, the makeup artist stared in shock at the others and said, "She’s clearly the young madam, so why doesn’t she recognize us? We’ve always been her personal stylists! How could she not remember?"
The other stylists also shook their heads in confusion. "Forget it, let’s not guess anymore. Maybe she really has lost her memory?"
Everyone fell silent together.
Cici followed a maid to the door, and the maid respectfully opened it for her.
As soon as the door swung open, a tall, handsome, and imposing figure stood right in front of her.
His finely tailored silver-gray suit made him look like royalty—his unmatched aura instantly drew Cici’s attention.
Cici sighed inwardly: Some people just have that quality—no matter where or when, he’s always the center of attention.
When the door opened, Charles Yin’s nerves got the better of him, and he lost his usual composure.
This was the first time in three years his little mole appeared before him in formal attire.
Three years. A full three years.
He could still clearly remember how radiant she looked at the banquet three years ago when she was pregnant.
He wondered if, now that she’d regained her figure, she was still the same as before—able to handle even the grandest banquets with ease.
The soft light from the wall lamps fell on Cici as she walked gracefully toward Charles Yin.
Charles Yin’s eyes grew deep, a hint of amazement in them, as he watched her approach with pure admiration.
This gown really was perfect for her!
She was even more beautiful than he’d imagined!
This dress was designed by the same designer who made her first gown for their first banquet together—a brand new creation just for her.
Just as expected, it suited her perfectly.
Charles Yin reached out his hand to Cici: "You look beautiful tonight."
Cici looked at his outstretched hand, feeling a little nervous. She slowly placed her hand in his palm and whispered, "Thank you."
Charles Yin took Cici’s hand, let her link arms with him, and led her slowly toward the main banquet hall.
A crowd of people immediately followed behind them.
Cici snuck a glance at Charles Yin. His profile was calm and perfect, but she couldn’t help feeling something was off... It was almost like... like they were a married couple...
A married couple...
The very next second, Cici was startled by her own thought.
What’s wrong with me?
Why do I always act weird around Charles Yin?
I keep daydreaming, and last night I even dreamed about having a child with him!
Oh my god, when did I become such a fangirl?
Charles Yin glanced sideways, taking in every nuance of Cici’s expression.
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, his eyes sparkling—he saw everything.
It was quite a walk from here to the main banquet hall, and since Cici was walking slowly with Charles Yin, they still hadn’t arrived after nearly ten minutes.
Cici couldn’t help but ask, "Are we late?"
"No. If we’re not there, the banquet won’t start." Charles Yin’s smile grew wider. "No rush, we have plenty of time to walk slowly. Life is long, but also short. As long as you’re willing, I’ll walk with you all the way."
Cici’s heart skipped wildly when she heard that last sentence!
She quickly glanced at him.
His words were so deep—what did he really mean?
Whenever they spoke privately, it was always in Chinese. It’s because Chinese is so rich and subtle that Cici kept reading into his words.
Did he mean it when he said life is long but also short? Or was it just a casual remark?
He’s so outstanding, so exceptional—how could he possibly spend his whole life with someone like me?
Besides, isn’t everyone saying he’s still hung up on his ex-wife?
Why would he have any special feelings for me?
Cici, oh Cici, when did you become such a hopeless romantic?
Are you really letting yourself get carried away by a man’s ambiguous words?
Cici let out a soft sigh, pretending not to understand. "Mr. Yin, you really know how to talk. I don’t think any girl could stay calm after hearing something like that."
Charles Yin suddenly stopped, looked down at Cici very seriously, and said, "I’ll only ever say those words to one person. You’re the only one who’ll ever hear them."