Chapter 368: Disbelief in Her Identity

"This woman kinda looks like the actress Su Manxue, doesn't she?"

"Really! Sounds like it!"

Someone began to whisper in hushed tones.

Tong Yimò was wearing a delicate white sleeveless shirt today. The two corners of the collar had apricot-colored gemstone patterns hand-stitched onto them. She paired it with a matching apricot gauze skirt and a pair of white low-heeled shoes.

She was so captivatingly beautiful that every man passing by couldn't help but steal glances at her.

Although she looks like the actress Su Manxue, she shouldn't be Su Manxue.

The front desk receptionist, hearing the whispers around her, deliberately coughed and cleared her throat. Her tone now carried a hint of disdain: "To capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach. Miss, your methods for pursuing men are decent. However, since you didn't make an appointment, you won't be able to see our Mr. Leng."

Feeling the gazes of everyone around her, Tong Yimo was a little at a loss, but she wasn't willing to just go back like this. So, she took a gamble and changed her words, saying with a proud face: "I am the president's wife!"

Several "poofs" in unison, the men and women passing by heard her say this sentence, one by one, their faces contorted into expressions of mockery as if they had seen an idiot.

"There are way too many women who dream of marrying our CEO, and you're not the only one claiming to be his Mrs. "The front desk clerk scoffed.

Tong Yimo pursed her lips, trying hard to emphasize her credibility: "I'm telling the truth!"

“Miss, judging by your attire, you must come from a noble family! As a young lady of high society, you should know your place. If you continue to bother me and refuse to leave, I'll have to call security to escort you out.” The front desk receptionist said impatiently, her face contorted with displeasure as she prepared to pick up the phone and dial an internal line.

"Wait!" Tong Yimo hurriedly stopped her from making the call, and then searched for Liu's phone number on her own phone, but it was also unavailable.

Now, in her phone, the only contact number of someone she knew in common with Leng Yechen was Leng Zhujing.

Tong Yimo scratched her forehead with a defeated expression.

Just then, the elevator doors “dinged” open and several women came out, chatting and laughing.

Luo Yi was surrounded by her female colleagues, and at a glance, she saw Tong Yimo standing at the front desk. Listening to the whispers around her, she got a general idea of what had happened to Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo claims to be the "President's Wife," but no one believes her words.

Lu Yi smiled smugly to herself. She knew this woman, Tong Yimo, was quite cunning, audacious enough to show up at the company and claim to be the "President's wife." It seemed she wanted to force her brother into submission, making him publicly acknowledge her identity as Tong Yimo.

Although her older brother had already told her that Tong Yimo was the "President's Wife," Luo Yirou chose to ignore it at this moment. She didn't even think about helping Tong Yimo out of the situation. Instead, she chatted and laughed with her female colleagues before turning right into the employee cafeteria.

"Then could you maybe call Leng Yechen for me?" Tong Yimo stood still, trying to persuade the front desk clerk.

But the front desk girl replied with sarcasm, “Ma’am, please control yourself.”

Tong Yimo could tell that the receptionist, as well as the men and women passing by, didn't believe she was the chairman's wife. However, it didn't matter; her purpose in coming here was simply to bring Leng Yeshen his lunch.

Since she couldn't go up herself, she put her lunch down and asked this front desk lady to deliver it, didn't she?

But, it was very obvious that this front desk lady's attitude wouldn't allow her to run errands for her.

Tong Yimo gave up the thought and had to hold the thermos lunch box and walk towards the waiting area sofa in the hall.

A few female colleagues had finished their meal at the employee restaurant, and also packed a portion for Leng Yechen. On their way back, passing through the lobby, they discovered Tong Yimo was still sitting there, refusing to leave.

"Before I got here, how did the company usually treat those who pursued Mr. Leng?" I whispered to my female colleagues beside me.

"Those who usually just hang around got escorted out by security." a female colleague replied.

"Oh!" Lu Yirou replied absentmindedly.

One female colleague was quick-witted. She immediately went to the front desk and said a few words to the receptionist. The receptionist then picked up an internal phone and began dialing.

Within a minute, two security guards appeared before Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo looked at the two security guards who politely asked her to leave. She subconsciously pursed her lips, then stood up gracefully from the sofa and主动 left the hall.

But as soon as she stepped out of the main hall, she plopped down right on the steps outside.

This time, no one drove her away, right?

Just two hours had passed, not only lunchtime but also the break time. She was already sitting on the steps with a sore waist and aching legs. It was still cold night, no sign of him.

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