At that moment, Wang Yue stood frozen, watching the stunning woman in the blue suit walk straight into the Chairman's office. He felt like his soul had left his body.
He never expected Li Qiao to cause such a stir on her first day at the company.
This was Yanhuang Group—the pinnacle of corporate power in Nanyang. The crown jewel of the CBD where top-tier talent gathered. And now? Chaos. Pure chaos, thanks to her.
Wang Yue inhaled deeply—once, twice—then jabbed Liu Yun with his elbow. "Hey… I didn't say anything too bad in the car earlier, did I?"
If he had known that the office goddess everyone was gossiping about was his boss's Li Qiao, he would've bitten his own tongue off before saying a word.
Liu Yun glanced at him coolly. "No."
Wang Yue exhaled in relief.
Then came a weight on his shoulder—Liu Yun's hand. A soft, almost pitying pat.
"You only said that if her presence was too distracting for the workplace, HR should consider letting her go. From the company's standpoint… it wasn't an outrageous suggestion."
With that, Liu Yun turned and strolled into his office.
Wang Yue stared daggers at his back, wishing he could burn two holes through him.
Who the hell asked you to look at it from a company standpoint?!
…
Inside the Chairman's office, Li Qiao followed behind Shang Yu. Sunlight spilled through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the plush carpet in gold and warmth.
The man moved with effortless grace, tall and commanding. His shirt clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, revealing subtle but well-defined muscle beneath the high-end fabric.
Li Qiao clasped her hands behind her back, eyes fixed on him without blinking. The corners of her lips curled into a soft smile. "Master Yan, any assignments for me today?"
Shang Yu's sharp gaze swept over her attire before he strode to his executive desk and sat down. Resting one arm on the chair's armrest, he said in a rich baritone, "How's your first day so far?"
Li Qiao thought for a moment and raised a brow. "So far, so good."
A textbook answer, she thought. Nothing wrong with it.
But Shang Yu's expression didn't soften. Though his posture appeared relaxed, the faint tension in his pursed lips suggested otherwise.
He slowly began to roll up his sleeves, his gaze dropping slightly as he asked in a deliberately casual tone, "How are things with your colleagues?"
Colleagues?
Li Qiao's mind briefly flashed to the front desk secretary from 101. "They've been very welcoming," she replied. "Friendly and helpful."
They had walked her through the employee manual and even helped her get familiar with the layout. That counted as welcoming, right?
But the moment the words left her mouth, a heavy, invisible pressure swept through the luxurious office.
It came from Shang Yu.
Li Qiao had always been sensitive to danger. She frowned slightly, her eyes narrowing at the cold gleam in his.
Even though he said nothing, his domineering presence filled the room. In terms of sheer aura, she was slightly overpowered—and she had a sneaking suspicion that she'd somehow upset him again.
But why?
She glanced down at herself. Her outfit was appropriate—a well-fitted blazer and tailored trousers. Totally professional.
Her eyes flickered with uncertainty as she took a cautious step forward. "Master Yan, I…"
Before she could finish, the man pressed the intercom button. His cold gaze locked on her as he spoke into the phone:
"Move the special assistant's desk into my office. Also, prepare a dedicated elevator access card. Anyone who discussed non-work-related topics in the company chat this morning—deduct ten points from their monthly performance score."
Li Qiao looked at him in stunned silence, her index finger pointing to her own shoulder. "Wait, my desk is going to be in your office?"
How was she supposed to get any serious work done like this?