As she reached the receptionist, she stated calmly, "I'm here to see Qian Jinxing. I'm his wife."
The receptionist froze, then tilted her head, her voice dripping skepticism. "Excuse me? Who walks in claiming to be the president's wife? Do you think this is a joke?"
Yunying smiled faintly and pulled out her phone, showing a recent picture of her and Jinxing, their hands intertwined, rings clearly visible. She didn't want any squabble.
"We're married.." she said, her tone calm, but there was an edge beneath the surface.
The receptionist's lips curved into a thin smirk. "Nice photo. Still doesn't change the rules. No one walks in like this. Sorry."
Yunying's hand tightened around the strap of her bag. She could feel the thrill in this moment and the audacity of the receptionist.
