Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1072: 1047: Song Simeng's Apology

Everyone present looked at Chen Fa with thinly veiled contempt. Only moments ago, this man had been posturing with extreme arrogance, yet he now wore an expression of groveling sycophancy. He bobbed his head repeatedly, bowing low even as he spoke over the telephone. The second the connection was severed, however, his face twisted back into that same icy, condescending mask as he glared at Ye Chen.

“You’re doomed, brat. It’s far too late for apologies now,” he sneered. “If you had groveled earlier, perhaps you’d have had a chance. But since our President Song is arriving, you are finished.” Chen Fa sneered, draped in the pathetic glory of a loyal subordinate.

At that precise moment, a Lincoln luxury sedan rolled onto the Modu University campus. Tucked away in the back seat, an exquisite woman sat in a state of deep contemplation, her phone held loosely in her hand. Only in her twenties, she possessed a silhouette of pure elegance, draped in bespoke international couture. A Patek Philippe valued at over three million glittered on her wrist, and a custom Gucci bag rested beside her. When she stepped out of the vehicle, the entire crowd froze. Her beauty was truly beyond compare; it was little wonder that Song Simeng stood alongside Lin Wanrong as the dual icons of the Modu business elite.

Song Simeng scanned the environment with sharp, scanning eyes. Her arrival was driven by a single motive: Ye Chen. Intelligence had reached her that he had been sighted at this institution. Ever since the day he had saved her, his image had been burned into her silhouette; she had spent every waking moment trying to track him down. However, in a city of thousands of delivery workers, finding him felt like hunting for a needle in a vast ocean. Song Simeng had even entertained the thought of hiring him as her personal bodyguard at any cost, but he seemed to have vanished into thin air. She had ordered delivery repeatedly, hoping to get lucky, but he never appeared. Still, she refused to abandon the search. Only yesterday, her staff finally spotted him near the gates of Modu University, and she had rushed here, trusting only her own eyes. She even dared to hope—could he be a student here?

While recruitment fairs were not traditionally part of the university calendar, she had orchestrated this specifically to flush him out. “I truly hope I find you today,” she murmured, her thoughts entirely consumed by the man who had effortlessly captured her heart.

“Rest assured, President Song. If he is indeed on this campus, we will uncover him,” her secretary promised. Song Simeng simply nodded, feeling a flicker of hope. “And Chen Fa is the one managing the fair today, correct?” she asked coolly. “Yes, ma'am. His professional record remains impeccable.” Song Simeng nodded again. Despite her distaste for his abrasive personality, she respected his results. She clutched a blurry surveillance image, praying that this ten-day event would lead her to the man she needed to serve as her protector.

As they approached the venue, Chen Fa hurried forward. “President Song, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?” he asked obsequiously. “I had business nearby, but tell me, how is the recruitment effort?” she replied, walking briskly. At the mention of the fair, Chen Fa’s expression soured. “An unruly student has been causing a disturbance, damaging our company’s prestige. But I assure you, I am handling it.” Song Simeng merely frowned, offering no comment.

They stepped into the bustling fair, right as Chen Fa pointed a triumphant finger at Ye Chen. “You, student! This is your final warning: offer a formal apology to the Baoge Company at once. Silence or defiance will result in you being permanently blacklisted.” He was emboldened by the presence of his CEO, eager to prove his worth in her eyes. Ye Chen, however, held his ground, his eyes locking with Song Simeng’s.

She was, in person, even more dazzling than his memory suggested—a beauty capable of rivaling any silver-screen star. As the two exchanged glances, an expression of sheer ecstasy washed over Song Simeng’s face. It was him—heavens, she had actually found him! The students surrounding them were paralyzed, breathless at the sight of the rumored business legend. She seemed like a divinity descended from the heavens, and her overwhelming aura threatened to suffocate those nearby. Even Ye Chen felt a heartbeat skip. He hadn't seen her clearly that day in the dark, but in the light of day, he had to admit she was the equal of Lin Wanrou in every regard.

“President Song, this is the troublemaker here to sabotage our recruitment,” Chen Fa boasted, preparing his next move. “Don’t worry, I shall handle the security personally…” The air grew heavy, the students bracing for the inevitable. They assumed Ye Chen was done for; if he were expelled, a blacklisting by a firm of this caliber would ensure he never found a serious job again. Chen Fa gloated, knowing his boss’s legendary intolerance for incompetence. He fully expected her to crush the boy. Yet, to everyone’s absolute shock, Song Simeng ignored the chaos and strode directly toward the young man.

Ye Chen glanced at her with a calm, lopsided smile. “It’s been a while, President Song.” His tone was steady, devoid of either fear or arrogance, mirroring the reunion of two old friends. A stunned silence gripped the room. Could it be? Was Ye Chen actually acquainted with such a woman? Chen Fa was utterly bewildered, his jaw dropping. “You—what makes you think you can speak to our President like that? Apologize, you brat, or else—”

CRACK. A sharp, stinging sound echoed through the hall as Song Simeng struck Chen Fa across the face. Silence followed, total and absolute. It wasn't Ye Chen being punished, but her own man. Chen Fa stood there, trembling, clutching his burning cheek in utter confusion. Song Simeng didn't spare him a second glance, turning instead to bow slightly toward Ye Chen. “I am terribly sorry. My subordinate is clearly blind to greatness. I hope you aren't offended, Ye Chen.” The hall went deathly silent. The impossible had happened—the Ice Queen had apologized to a mere student.