The taxi pulled up before the towering glass structure of Shennan Real Estates Headquarters, a building that glittered like a spear of steel and crystal against the city skyline. The driver gawked at the sheer opulence of the structure, then looked at Su Ning as she stepped out.
"Miss… are you sure this is where you want to go?" he asked hesitantly.
Su Ning only gave a faint smile. "Yes."
She paid him, her movements casual, then turned toward the entrance. Her school uniform fluttered slightly in the breeze, her long black hair cascading like silk down her back.
Two suited receptionists at the revolving glass doors looked up and froze. For a heartbeat, confusion crossed their faces—was this delicate girl truly here for an appointment?
But before they could speak, the lobby manager came rushing out, his face pale with urgency.
"Miss Su!" He bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the marble floor. "Welcome, welcome! Director Yang Feng and the entire board have been awaiting you in the top conference hall."
The receptionists' jaws dropped. They scrambled to lower their heads as the truth sank in.
Su Ning only gave a small nod and stepped inside, her bearing calm, almost ethereal. Each step echoed on the marble tiles, sharp and steady.
On the top floor, inside a vast glass-walled conference hall, the entire Board of Shennan Real Estates sat in anticipation.
They had cleared their schedules, executives worth millions sitting nervously in silence. In front of each of them were dossiers containing the transfer documents of the controlling shares that now belonged to their mysterious new boss.
They had expected a titan of finance, perhaps a tycoon in his fifties or sixties, some world-renowned magnate with a terrifying presence.
But when the double doors opened and the girl in a school uniform entered, silence fell like a heavy curtain.
An high school girl.
And she was no more than sixteen.
Gasps rippled across the room. A few executives shifted in their seats, stunned disbelief painted across their faces.
"This… this must be a mistake," someone whispered.
But the aura that radiated from the girl silenced them instantly. Calm, unhurried, utterly unshaken under the weight of dozens of scrutinizing gazes—Su Ning carried herself like an emperor descending a throne.
Her dark eyes swept across the room, indifferent yet sharp, and seasoned businessmen who had weathered boardroom wars for decades found themselves unable to meet her gaze.
Yang Feng, the managing director, rose from his seat with trembling hands. He bowed deeply, his voice reverent.
"Miss Su. Welcome to Shennan Real Estates. This company is now under your control. We await your guidance."
The directors, sensing the atmosphere, scrambled to rise as well. Dozens of suits bent low in unison, the sound of chairs scraping loud and chaotic in the silence.
"Greetings, Miss Su!"
Su Ning did not smile, nor did she hurry to sit. She let the silence stretch, her delicate fingers resting lightly against the polished table. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm—almost too calm.
"I don't care about flattery," she said. "What I care about are results. Shennan Real Estates will continue to operate as it has, but from today onward, every major decision will come through me."
Her tone was level, but every word carried the weight of inevitability.
Yang Feng nodded rapidly. "Yes, Miss Su! Your will is the company's command."
Her gaze shifted to him, and she added softly, "Good. Tomorrow I will not be here, but I will be inspecting quarterly reports myself. Anyone who dares conceal, delay, or fabricate results… will not remain in their position."
The room went deathly silent.
Executives who had intended to test this "child" found themselves swallowing hard, cold sweat forming at their temples. It wasn't just her words—it was the steadiness in her tone, the composure in her bearing.
This was not the aura of a sixteen-year-old.
This was the aura of someone born to rule.
Yang Feng bowed lower. "We understand, Miss Su. Shennan Real Estates will follow your direction without fail."
Only then did Su Ning take her seat at the head of the table—the seat of the chairman, a position seasoned men had fought lifetimes for, now claimed effortlessly by a teenage girl.
She crossed her legs elegantly, her uniform skirt falling smoothly, and rested her chin lightly on her palm. Her gaze swept the room once more.
"Good," she said simply.
And though the word was soft, every director felt it branded into their bones.
They discussed and briefed Su Ning about some major things in the company, Su Ning relaxed, listened to them intently with no sign of being bored which further amazed them.