The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

Chapter 249 The One Waiting for Me?

After the half-hour routine morning meeting ended, Yan Zhixu returned to her office.

After processing two documents, Wei Qing knocked on the door and came in: "President Yan, everything is ready, the car is waiting downstairs."

"Okay, let's go right away."

Yan Zhixu put down his pen, handed him the signed document, got up, took his suit jacket and put it on, then rolled up his coat around his elbow and walked out of the office.

Wei Qing followed behind him, carrying a briefcase.

As he walked towards the elevator, Lisa approached him. Upon seeing him, a barely perceptible glint of something unusual flashed in her eyes. She smiled and asked, "Going to the Federal Reserve?"

Yan Zhixu glanced at her, but did not respond, and walked straight ahead.

Lisa's smile faded slightly as she walked beside him, saying, "How about I come with you? I have some personal connections at the Federal Reserve; I can introduce you to more..."

Yan Zhixu declined calmly, "No need, it's already arranged."

When they arrived at the elevator, the group stopped, and Wei Qing stepped forward first and pressed the elevator button.

Lisa was still persistent. She turned to Yan Zhixu and asked, "How many bodyguards did you bring?"

Yan Zhixu replied tactfully, "Quite a few."

Lisa glared at him and said reproachfully, "Don't I know you? You never seem to care much about being attacked. You think the big city is perfectly safe, the car is bulletproof, the people around you are all skilled, and you're smart too. But I'm just worried about the worst-case scenario. Why don't you take more people with you so that the people waiting for you can rest assured?"

Yan Zhixu tilted his head, his dark eyes flickering as if he were somewhat moved: "The one waiting for me?"

Lisa thought he had received her hint, and a smile spread across her face as she said, "Yes."

Yan Zhixu was thinking about his girlfriend, who was far away on the other side of the ocean. He wondered what she was doing right now, perhaps working at the new desk he had bought for her, or perhaps sitting on his bed in his room...

He lowered his eyes, a hint of tenderness appearing in his expression, and gestured to Wei Qing: "Arrange for another carload of people."

Wei Qing: "Okay, President Yan."

The elevator doors opened, and the two entered.

Lisa stood outside, looking at the distinguished man inside, her admiration undisguised: "I'll wait for you to come back, and we'll have lunch together."

The man showed no change in expression, and didn't even look at her. He only left a faint sentence as the door was about to close: "We'll talk about it later."

Lisa smiled confidently, raised her hand to brush her golden curly hair, and turned to leave.

After arranging the third bodyguard vehicle, Wei Qing checked another message on his phone and said, "President Yan, Chao Feng has already set off and will arrive at 2 PM today."

The elevator arrived at the underground parking garage, the door opened, and Yan Zhixu casually replied, "Arrange a car to pick us up."

Wei Qing: "Okay."

The two walked toward the parking lot, where a Rolls-Royce was already waiting, with bodyguards standing by.

Yan Zhixu got into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, and Wei Qing got into the passenger seat. After closing the door, Yan Zhixu straightened his tie and asked, "Check whether Lisa's father is Jewish."

Wei Qing thought for a moment and said, "That white drunkard?"

Yan Zhixu lifted her eyelids slightly: "Who knows if they're related?"

Wei Qing: "Okay, I'll have someone check it right away."

The car started moving slowly, and Yan Zhixu closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

The Rolls-Royce moved smoothly through the traffic, followed closely by three other black cars, one in front and two behind.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the Federal Reserve's territory.

Wei Qing noticed something was wrong: "President Yan, something's not right."

Yan Zhixu opened his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on the outside of the car: "What's going on?"

Wei Qing: "It seems there are more armed people."

Indeed, while the Federal Reserve itself is armed, it seems to be even more so today, with armed camouflage soldiers guarding the entrance.

Yan Zhixu said in a deep voice, "It may not be related to us. Follow the procedure."

Vehicles were allowed to enter the Federal Reserve in turn. When it was the turn of the bodyguard's car in front, the bodyguard rolled down the window and pointed behind him—Yan Zhixu's Rolls-Royce. The guard then walked over.

The driver rolled down the window, handed over the pass provided by Wei Qing, and replied, "The person in the car is Mr. Yan, CEO of Bosch Group."

The guard bent down and glanced at the back seat. They weren't sure if they were just imagining things, but they felt that it was a meaningful look.

They were then allowed to pass.

Wei Qing turned to look at Yan Zhixu: "President Yan..."

Yan Zhixu said calmly, "It's alright. Since we're here, let's make the best of it."

The car was parked in the parking space, and the bodyguards got out first and waited outside the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

Wei Qing opened the car door for Yan Zhixu, who straightened his suit jacket, put on his coat, and strode towards the Federal Reserve building.

Bodyguards followed closely behind.

When they arrived at the building, a group of men in black suddenly came out and surrounded the two white men who were leading them, blocking their way.

Yan Zhixu stopped in his tracks, and his bodyguards stood protectively around him.

“Mr. Vito, it’s been a long time,” one of the white men greeted him with a smile.

Yan Zhixu glanced at the man in black beside the other party. Although he hadn't used any weapons, judging from the bulge at his waist, he must have been equipped with them.

Each of them exuded a powerful aura, seemingly ready to unleash their full potential.

He withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Why did Commissioner Smith stop me? I came here to discuss business."

Smith: "I know, I came down specifically to meet you, but the situation has been quite tense lately, so we pay more attention to visitors who are accompanied by bodyguards."

Yan Zhixu: "How do you mean by 'valuing' it? Are you just going to block me like this?"

Smith: "What's Mr. Vito doing bringing so many bodyguards?"

Yan Zhixu: "Naturally, it's to protect myself, because I'm afraid it won't be safe on the road."

Smith: "In that case, Mr. Vito has arrived safely at the Federal Reserve Building. The bodyguards can rest for now and do not need to follow him into the building."

Wei Qing: "Two of these bodyguards are unarmed. Can we go in with them?"

Smith shook his head: "No."

Wei Qing's expression changed, and before he could say anything, Yan Zhixu spoke first: "Fine, I won't bring any bodyguards, I'll just go in with my assistant."

Wei Qing: "President Yan..."

Yan Zhixu gave him a wink.

Smith: "Please go ahead then." He stepped aside to let him pass.

Yan Zhixu said to the bodyguards, "You all stay in the car and wait for me."

"Okay, Mr. Yan."

Yan Zhixu led Wei Qing and followed Smith forward, casually instructing, "Give a call to Mas; he might not be able to make it over at noon, so our lunch plans have to be canceled."

Wei Qing was slightly taken aback. She looked up at her superior and saw a hint in his gaze. She instantly understood and replied, "Okay."

Smith and his companion exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat unusual, and asked, "Are Mr. Vito and Mr. Maas acquainted?"

Yan Zhixu said casually, "We're not close. We just meet up a few times a month to play golf, have a meal, and chat about topics we're interested in."

Smith: "..."