The CEO's Porcelain Wife

The Sima Mansion

Deepwater Bay was like Australia’s Gold Coast, with its long beaches, clear water, fine sand, calm waves, and long, tranquil paths along the shore, surrounded by magnificent mansions.

The Sima family's ancestral home, the Sima Mansion, was the most eye-catching of the mansions here. Canadian socialites were proud to have visited it. The Sima family rarely entertained guests, and a banquet such as today’s, inviting all of Canada’s socialites, was unprecedented.

The Old Madam, dressed in gorgeous and elegant attire, sat firmly in the head seat, receiving everyone’s congratulations.

Gao Suqing greeted the arriving guests with a smile. Although it was only 6:00 PM, two hours before the banquet was to start, nearly half of the guests had already arrived. The parking area was filled with fancy cars and beautiful women, and the security guards were busy directing them to parking spots along the road.

Gao Suqing finally managed to steal a moment to make a phone call: “Secretary Lin, is the big President back yet?”

“Madam, the President is on the plane, he’ll be in Canada in about an hour. I’ll urge him to come as soon as possible.” Lin Yue was also waiting for Sima Chun and An Da.

“Secretary Lin, you must come early tonight. The Old Madam was just mentioning you,” Gao Suqing said.

“Okay, Madam. I’ll take the President’s private jet there.” She wasn’t going to miss such a grand socialite gathering for anything.

“Good, I’ll be waiting for the three of you to arrive then.” Hmph, Secretary Lin, An Da, Sima Chun, you’re so capable, you know how to run a company and how to make money, well, tonight I’ll show you what it means to really be capable.

“Madam, hello, is the President here?” the director said, walking in with a young woman.

“No, he’s still on the plane, or so they say. Oh, who’s this? What a lovely and delicate girl,” Gao Suqing said, finding herself immediately liking the young woman.

“Madam, hello, my name is Liu Ting.”

“Oh, look, she’s beautiful and polite. How old are you?”

“Eighteen years old,” Liu Ting replied obediently.

“Madam, Liu Ting and I are getting married next month. We’re here today, first to offer our congratulations to the Old Madam on her birthday, second to send you our wedding invitation so that you, and the Old Madam can attend our wedding, and third, I wanted to take Liu Ting to broaden her horizons. The socialite gathering you’ve organized, Madam, is like a convention of beauties in Canada.” The director said, looking around at the beauties filling the mansion.

“Oh, director, I’ve received the invitation. Your mother is so fortunate, having a filial son like you,” Gao Suqing said, with a look of envy on her face.

“Thank you, Madam, for the praise." He bowed to Gao Suqing.

"Alright, director, you take your Liu Ting and enjoy yourselves. There will be an entertainment program later, a group that specializes in pole dancing from the Canadian Tycoon Club." Gao Suqing said mysteriously.

They have that kind of program at the Old Madam's birthday? The director muttered to himself.

“Madam, hello, my name is Guo Qian,” said a voice.

“Oh, Miss Guo, I know. You’re the daughter of the jewelry tycoon, Guo, you even went shopping with me once,” Gao Suqing said, recalling the girl.

“Madam’s memory is so good. I haven’t seen the President today?” Guo Qian’s eyes were darting around the room, looking for Sima Chun.

“Chun’er will be here later. Have you been in contact with Chun’er recently, Miss Guo?” Gao Suqing asked, knowing she had always been fond of Sima Chun.

“I went abroad for study recently and returned to Hong Kong yesterday, so I haven’t seen the President for six months.” She said, adding that she specifically returned from England after hearing about the socialite gathering.

“Oh, Miss Guo is so ambitious. There aren’t many socialites as accomplished as you nowadays,” Gao Suqing said, liking her answer.

Two years ago, Guo Qian had fallen in love with Sima Chun at first sight, and they had slept together, but she truly loved him. She took the pill afterwards, but didn’t take the money and jewelry that An Da offered her. She pursued Sima Chun for two years, going to his office building every day, but she rarely had the chance to see him. Security simply wouldn’t let her go up to the 98th floor where Sima Chun’s office was, let alone the 99th floor. She knew that Sima Chun hadn't thrown her out because of his respect for her father, Guo, the CEO.

The furthest distance in the world is not life and death, it’s not when you’re on different sides of the world, but it’s when I’m standing right in front of you, and you don’t know that I love you. She had given up and had gone to England in a fit of anger.

"Madam, how have you been recently?" A girl with fashionable clothes, giving off a scholarly aura, walked in.

“Oh, Dr. Fang, welcome, welcome. The Old Madam and I were worried that you weren’t coming?” In Gao Suqing’s heart, Fang Ying was her first choice for a daughter-in-law, she was beautiful, knowledgeable, and was bound to be a virtuous wife and mother. Unfortunately, after Sima Chun had gone on a date with her, there had been no further developments.

When the clock on the wall reached 7:00 PM, the hall was already full of guests. Uncle An had to ask the socialites to rest in the halls on the second and third floors, and Sima Chun’s bedroom was located on the third floor.

"An Da, where are you?" Uncle An asked his son on the phone.

"We just got off the plane. We still need to go to headquarters."

"The guests have all arrived, they're just waiting for the Young Master. You better hurry, if you're late you might get a scolding today.”

“Who are the guests?”

"They’re all socialites and beauties, here to wish the Old Madam a happy birthday.”

“So that means it’s just women, right, Dad?” An Da said, knowing he had to be extra vigilant whenever he saw a bunch of women circling around the Young Master. He truly wished the Young Master would have a real relationship, get married smoothly, and then settle down to a quiet life. That would take so much burden off his shoulders.

But this time in China, Sima Chun hadn’t pursued any women. Maybe he was just too busy. An Da thought. The Young Master had never gone three days without touching a woman before, this trip to China had truly been an exception.

“President, the banquet will begin at 8:00 PM. Madam has asked you to return to the Sima Mansion before 8:00 PM,” Lin Yue reminded him.

"An Da, you take the private jet with Secretary Lin and go ahead first. I have some things to take care of, I’ll be there later,” he said, heading towards the private car park.

"Young Master, where are you going? I'll follow you." An Da jogged to catch up.

“An Da, I’m going to see my girlfriend, do you have to follow me?” After saying this, his Rolls Royce did a neat and beautiful U-turn and sped away.