Apparently, the camera in her hands might've been the inspiration behind that old mechanical factory project.
"When do you need it, Big Bro?" Li Qiao paused and put down her teacup.
"As soon as possible," Li Jun replied.
"I'll bring it over during lunch break then," she said promptly.
"Alright, I'll be waiting."
…
A few minutes later, Li Qiao walked out of the break room and ran straight into the secretary who was coming to fetch water.
She nodded politely, about to pass by when the secretary suddenly called out, "Li Qiao, um…"
"What is it?" Li Qiao stopped and turned her head, expressionless.
The secretary gave a sheepish smile, pointed to Li Qiao's blazer, and gossiped, "That suit you're wearing… where'd you buy it? Can you send me the link?"
The sky-blue casual suit looked stunning and powerful on Li Qiao.
In just under an hour, the secretary had already received countless DMs from female coworkers begging for the shopping link.
Just by the look of it, the material clearly wasn't cheap—every step Li Qiao took radiated elegance and authority, like she had a two-meter-wide aura.
Li Qiao casually adjusted her collar and replied coolly, "Oh, that? I'll check for you in a bit."
After thanking her, the secretary stood there watching her walk down the hallway with such poise, then couldn't help but glance down at her own eight-centimeter heels.
Even with heels on, she still wasn't as tall as Li Qiao. Tragic.
Two minutes later, the secretary returned to her desk with her water, checked her computer, and saw that Li Qiao had already sent her the shopping link.
Excited, she opened the chat window, clicked the link—and died a little inside.
AF's Paris Fashion Week Spring/Summer couture release. Limited edition. Only 100 sets worldwide. Price: ¥238,800.
The secretary bit her lip and counted the digits three times. Her face went pale.
What kind of family does this intern come from?!
One set of clothes cost more than her entire annual salary.
…
At 9:30, Li Qiao sat at her computer, zoning out a little, when the steady sound of footsteps echoed from behind.
She turned slightly to see Shang Yu's tall, upright figure step into the office area. Behind him, Wang Yue and Liu Yun followed two steps behind, giving their report.
"Boss, Luo Yu's already on the plane. She should be back this afternoon."
"Mm." Shang Yu's deep voice responded. As he passed by Li Qiao's desk, his dark gaze landed on her. "Come with me."
For some reason, Li Qiao felt a strange pressure just from his glance.
Wang Yue and Liu Yun paused right then, catching sight of her in that sky-blue suit—and both fell silent.
So the blue-suit beauty causing all the buzz in the group chat this morning… was Miss Li Qiao?!
Wang Yue looked dead inside as he stared at her, rubbing his forehead in regret.
If only he had kept his mouth shut…
Here's what happened about half an hour earlier.
They were on the way to the Yanhuang headquarters with the boss.
The ride got a bit boring, so Wang Yue opened the work group chat. Big mistake.
He just couldn't resist sharing the gossip.
Trying to recall his exact words, he thought it went something like: "Yo, there's hot gossip in the office today."
The driver, Liu Yun, played along enthusiastically: "What gossip?"
Wang Yue scrolled through the chat. "Apparently a new girl showed up wearing a blue suit—tall, long legs, that classic mix of pure and seductive.
"Now a bunch of the male staff have been making excuses to go to HR, trying to get her contact info.
"Some department heads are already complaining. Said next time HR hires someone, they better avoid those 'gorgeous queens who mess up the whole office vibe.'"