At ten o'clock the next morning, as soon as Mu Weilan entered the Fu's Group, she saw a large number of interviewees lining up with resumes in the lobby on the first floor. Even more strangely, almost 99 % of them were women, young and beautiful.

Mu Weilan frowned slightly. Anything special today? Why were there so many interviewees?

"Excuse me, are all of you here for interviews?"

The young lady in a pink skirt directed a searching look upon Mu Weilan. "You're here for an interview, too? But you're dressed like a nun or a witch. Do you think Young Master Fu can take a fancy to you?"

"..."

Mu Weilan subconsciously glanced at her dress, which was the most common dress for the interview. She tucked her white shirt into a buttocks skirt and wore a pair of simple, three-centimeter heels. She looked sharp and capable. Why did she look like a nun?

Over there, a consul came over to keep order. His eyes behind his black-framed glasses were full of contempt. "Be quiet, President Fu hates noisy women. Line up and follow me to the elevator to interview on the sixty-sixth floor in batches."

Before Mu Weilan knew what was going on, a lady behind pushed her anxiously towards the elevator. "Hey! Are you going or not? Don't stop me if you don't!"

The consul frowned and glared at Mu Weilan and the lady. "Be quiet! Do you think you can get the interview once you are on the sixty-sixth floor?"

Along the way, the atmosphere was treacherous and strange. Standing among a group of beautiful women who were wearing delicate makeup, Mu Weilan felt that something was wrong.

Was it necessary to dress up like going on a blind date in the interview for an art designer?

In the elevator, all kinds of beautiful women were wearing various makeup. They took out a powder box to touch up their exquisite makeup that didn't run at all.

When the elevator reached the sixty-sixth floor, its door finally opened with a ding-dong sound.

Mu Weilan was pushed out and followed the majority to the interview room.

Through a small piece of transparent glass, Mu Weilan saw the interview lineup, three interviewers, and two secretaries by the side. The lineup alone made people shudder.

Fu's had such strict control over an insignificant designer in the Creative Department. Mu Weilan predicted that when applying for positions above the manager and director, one must rush one layer after layer toll-gate like playing games.

Several girls sitting behind Mu Weilan sweated nervously and whispered, "I heard President Fu graduated from an Ivy League School, but I am just an ordinary university undergraduate. Will President Fu give me a thought?"

"Educational background is nothing to men. What men like the most are a woman's appearance and figure, and...her bedroom behavior."

The last three words were pressed very low, but Mu Weilan heard them clearly and she smiled.

It could be predicted that they're not here for the designer position, but for the position of President Fu's girlfriend?

The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and a lady in a Givenchy little black dress came out. Her beautiful face was beaming with pride, and she looked proudly at the other girls waiting for the interview at the door. It seemed that she did well in the interview. This lady said, "Don't you really think it's enough just to look good and have a good figure? President Fu has been with a lot of women. You guys are just in the background. President Fu can only take a fancy to a brainy girl like me who has a good family background and educational background. I advise you to be self-aware!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a female secretary came out of the office and said formally, "Next."

Mu Weilan was taken aback. It was her turn. She took a deep breath and with great deliberation, she walked into the office on high heels with her resume in her hands.

A handsome man with gold-rimmed glasses among the three interviewers, sitting in the middle, glanced at her resume and said first, "Mu Weilan? Introduce yourself, including your measurements, weight, height, physical condition, and family situation."

Mu Weilan frowned and a trace of anger flashed across her beautiful face. "On the surface, the Fu's is recruiting female employees. As a matter of fact, you are taking the low road. I think President Fu is always an honest and impartial businessman. Now it seems that President Fu is just sailing under false colors. Sorry, I am going to leave."

The three interviewers looked at each other and stared at Mu Weilan's angry and lively face. They laughed and said, "Miss Mu, you are here to apply for the position of future Mrs. Fu. President Fu, therefore, has the right to know your basic personal information. Otherwise, President Fu can marry any woman?"

What? Applying for "Mrs. Fu"?

"I think I might have made a mistake..."

Before she could finish her explanation, the office door was pushed open and the interview was interrupted by Fu Hanzheng's special assistant, Xu Kun.

Xu Kun walked to the interviewer in the middle, leaned over, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "President Lu, the boss is going to interview Mu Weilan in person."

Lu Zhan pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up and smiled slyly. "I thought he didn't like women. I didn't expect him to like this kind of woman."

Lu Zhan significantly stared up and down at Mu Weilan who was standing here and he smiled.

Xu Kun walked up to Mu Weilan respectfully and politely and said, "Miss Mu, please follow me."

...

Fu Hanzheng, who was sitting in a black chair, stared at the paused image on the laptop screen with a clear and cold face. It was a video of Mu Weilan's interview next door.

The man's long fingers picked up the information and photos that Xu Kun had sent him early in the morning, and his eyes fell sharply on a blurry picture of a woman lying in a delivery bed.

If the surrogate woman three years ago was really this Mu Weilan...

With a click, the office door was opened.

Xu Kun brought Mu Weilan in. "Boss, Miss Mu is here."

"You go out first."

"Yes."

Mu Weilan was brought here with confusion. When Xu Kun left the office, she frowned and said, "President Fu, I'm here to apply for the position of illustrator but I don't understand what's your intention now."

Fu Hanzheng closed his laptop. His cold and mocking eyes fell on her. "Miss Mu just cursed me for being a jerk in the next room. Then last night Miss Mu publicly seduced me at a dinner party. How do you explain this? I don't seem to be the one who sails under false colors."

Her face was burning red with embarrassment. She pursed her lips and said, "I just want President Fu to be so kind as to cancel the demolition plan in Deep Blue Road. If there's anything that President Fu misunderstood, it's my disrespect."

Fu Hanzheng got up and strode towards the huge fish tank in the office, slowly tossing fish food into the tank, unhurriedly and coldly. "It's impossible to cancel the demolition plan for Deep Blue Road, but as for Mu Family Villa, there's room for negotiation."

She was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Does President Fu mean to keep Mu Family Villa?"

The man dropped the fish food in his hand and walked towards her step by step with one hand in his pocket. Just as the fresh and pleasant smell of the man approached, she subconsciously took a step back, but her slender waist was firmly held by a large hand with distinct joints at the same time.