The Overbearing Chief Husband's Favorite: Baby

With her youthful appearance and her face looking much younger than her actual age, she still looked like a high school student though dressed in formal wear.

The man stared at her for a while in contempt.

"Can Rongxi now be represented by anyone at random? Can you even run the show!" After giving her a once over, the man exclaimed condescendingly.

“Sir, I can call the shots!” It's not like Fang Chixia had never dealt with the high and mighty. If she has been able to cope with an iceberg like Luo Yibei, how much more for this drag of a man.

"Just you? Have you even touched jewels?" The man’s gaze swept over her again, his question firing out full of sarcasm.

“Just me, sir.” The second half of his slur was automatically filtered out, and Fang Chixia’s wasn't much affected by the terrible reception.

The man clearly didn’t believe a word from her and increasingly felt that Rongxi was playing with him.

Letting a seemingly underage girl come and talk to him about a big multi-billion dollar deal, even a company with not much sincerity won't do that.

He fished out his phone and called someone, "How was everything arranged, didn't you say that a staff from Rongxi will be coming? What’s going on now? Call them at once and rearrange for another person?"

Fang Chixia still doesn't know what this man's position is, but by the sound of his manner of speaking, he's pompous.

Fang Chixia was wondering if he was being high-and-mighty because he is a big shot in his own right, or if he was just trying to put on a show in front of her.

In any case, she didn't like his choice of words a bit.

She snapped the file in her hand and spread it over the table, raised her eyes and met his eyes headon, and emphasized once more, "I said, this time, I call the shots!”

She may look gentle, delicate and weak, but her calmness in words and actions was sedate and organized.

With an unconscious glint beneath her eyes, the man was subdued and froze, staring at her. He touched his nose, and sat down awkwardly.

"Let's get down to business!" Fang Chixia placed the papers in front of him and began to negotiate with him in fluent French.

French is her strength, and combined with her knowledge of French companies, the way she negotiated with him didn't look like she's a newborn calf at all. Her arguments and manners were up to standards.

The man was at first stunned, and after a brief exchange, he looked at her much kinder and even with some appreciation.

The stalemate was broken by the conversation between the two, and the negotiation entered a relatively relaxed point.

However, after a short while, it slowly turned a bit off again.

The French are generally exuberant even for someone Fang Chixia met for the first time. But after chatting, the egotistic man probably thought they had become closer, because his hands and feet started to act out of line.

He moved and sat next to her with his body almost snuggling to her, while his hands made several attempts to caress her hand.

“Sir, could you please move a little?” Fang Chixia said indifferently.

“What's the matter?” The man ignored it and even intensified his attempts to move closer and hug her.

Fang Chixia dodged sideways and evaded deftly.

The man wasn't deterred and even pounced on her directly.

In her panic, Fang Chixia grabbed the fruit tea glass jug at the corner of her eyes and aimed at his head…..