Chapter Fifty-Two: Mr. Robert

A gentle kiss brushed her hair, as if treating the most treasured possession in the world. Su softly melted inside, turning to respond to the kiss with delicate affection, her beautiful eyes filled with emotion.

“Ah Chen, I love you too.”

Warm light wrapped around the two of them like a museum masterpiece, and night had only just fallen. Everything was ready. When Su accompanied the Mo Group’s project team to the airport, she already sensed the “enthusiasm” from other companies.

“Clearly, this is our project. Why are they even here to meet the arrival?”

Several rival companies had sent their own project teams to the airport, all seemingly eager to witness Mo Qingyu’s embarrassment, since previous negotiations had failed. Meeting today, Robert was unlikely to be friendly.

Mo Qingyu glanced at the employees’ attire—dark blue. According to the files, this was Robert’s favorite color. If the information was correct, at least the first impression would be favorable.

“President Mo, even if you dress like a group of retirees on a sunset tour, if Robert doesn’t want to work with you, he won’t. You might as well face it—you’re not fit for this project.”

The rival company’s president watched mockingly, convinced the Mo Group was just grandstanding.

Mo Qingyu smiled, seemingly unfazed. “Whether we succeed depends on our own abilities. But in the previous tender, your company lost to ours—otherwise, you wouldn’t even have this chance.”

The rival president’s expression changed, but before he could retort, an announcement broadcast Robert’s flight landing.

Suddenly, the representatives from several companies surged toward the arrival gate, making for a spectacular scene. Anyone passing by might have thought a celebrity had arrived, with fans crowding the gate—only to realize all waiting were business elites.

Soon, passengers from the flight began to emerge. Robert, no stranger to China, brought only a secretary, moving with practiced ease. His gaze swept over the crowd before stopping firmly on the Mo Group team, and he strode toward them.

“Mr. Robert, welcome.”

To Mo Qingyu’s surprise, their strategy had worked. The previously unyielding client was now approaching them—all because of their attire. Still, she offered a formal smile. “I’m Mo Qingyu from the Mo Group. We’ve already reserved a hotel for you—a local guesthouse in traditional Chinese style.”

Robert’s eyes flashed with surprise. “I don’t recall you understanding me so well before.”

He spoke in French. Mo Qingyu, not fluent, glanced at the interpreter, but Su stepped forward instead.

“There’s an old saying in China—times have changed. Perhaps, as you get to know us, there will be more surprises.”

Su’s fluent French caught Robert’s attention; he raised an eyebrow. “You’re the first person to speak Chinese to me in French—how intriguing.”

The two conversed animatedly as they walked. Other companies’ representatives, each with their own interpreters, listened in with growing discomfort. They’d hoped to upstage Mo Qingyu, only to see her take the spotlight.

“Who is that woman with Mo Qingyu? I’ve never heard of her before…”

“Right, since when did the Mo Group have someone like that?”

Their murmurs faded into insignificance. Victorious, the Mo Group team escorted Robert from the airport. Even in the car, the older employees remained excited.

“Su really knows her stuff! Just with that outfit, Robert chose us!”

“And her flawless French left the other teams speechless!”

Su accepted their praise with grace, not arrogance, exuding the gentle warmth of spring.

“This is only our first step. We’ve won beautifully, but we’ll need to show real capability on the project to truly win Robert’s trust and choice,” Mo Qingyu said, her tone turning serious.

“Miss Su has fought hard for this chance. We can’t afford to waste it.”

Su herself remained relaxed. She wore a dark blue cheongsam that day, its classic elegance outlining her graceful figure—her comfort zone, and all the more alluring for it.

“Later, when we take Robert to the old town, during dinner and at the guesthouse, please refrain from discussing business.”

Robert was someone who truly enjoyed life. His trip to China wasn’t just for business, but also to savor the local culture. Disturbing him now wouldn’t necessarily kill the project, but it would certainly leave a poor impression.

“We’ll do as Su says—whatever you say goes!” her colleagues chimed in, making Su smile.

“Thank you all for trusting me.”

After all, she had already revived one project. If they didn’t trust her, who could they trust?

The drive to the old town was somewhat long, and Robert looked weary from the journey when he got out of the car.

“I hope the guesthouse you’ve found matches what I imagined.”

Su stepped forward to guide him. She had spent an entire day searching the city’s outskirts for just the right old town, tailored to Robert’s preferences—especially the guesthouse. Some of the furniture had been purchased and arranged in advance, especially for him.

This was, in every sense, a utopia built for Robert.

“My goodness! This old town matches Robert’s vision of Chinese culture perfectly. I never imagined the place he once described really existed,” his assistant exclaimed, unable to contain himself.

Robert glanced at him, then shook his head.

“As long as Mr. Robert is pleased,” Su replied, her tone gentle, having already seen through the proud president’s airs. She said nothing more and led him to the restaurant that had been prepared.

After dinner, Su accompanied Robert to a nearby ancient temple. Robert’s curiosity about the culture surpassed everyone’s expectations. Like a child eager for knowledge, he asked questions about everything.

His relentless curiosity made Mo Qingyu a little uneasy. With such a wealth of information, surely even a genius like Su couldn’t know it all by heart?