Ling Chuxia clenched her teeth and ultimately said nothing, turning around and continuing her selection. Yet, after picking out several suits, all were rejected by Shi Che in a glance. Despite her ability to remain composed, Ling Chuxia felt her anger rising. She stood defiantly before Shi Che, frowning and glaring at him, "Shi Che, what exactly do you want? Each of these suits I’ve picked is suitable for formal occasions, and they all align with your preferences. What exactly are you dissatisfied with? Or are you just playing with me?"
Shi Che’s hand, which had been flipping through a magazine, suddenly stopped. He then tossed the magazine back onto the table and leaned back in his chair, elegantly crossing his legs. His dark eyes looked at her, his gaze laced with mockery as he spoke slowly, "My preferences?" Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NovelHub(.)net
Shi Che suddenly burst into laughter, cold and piercing, "Ling Chuxia, when have you ever asked about my preferences? Your so-called understanding of my preferences, that’s it?"
His voice was low but stung with every word. Ling Chuxia’s face paled slightly, and at that moment, she finally understood. Indeed, there’s no such thing as a free lunch; how could these ten days be so easily managed?
Shi Che clearly despised her, still scheming against her.
Fine, if he thinks this will anger her or make her sad, then he is naive. She would endure these ten days and would make him sign the contract.
Ling Chuxia’s hands clenched tightly, then slowly relaxed as she forcibly suppressed her anger, putting on a forced smile, "Then, please tell me, President Shi, what exactly are your preferences?"
As Shi Che observed the suppressed fury in Ling Chuxia’s eyes and the fake smile on her face, his expression remained unchanged. He spoke indifferently, "The first suit."
If it weren’t for the ten days she still had to endure, she genuinely considered punching him to death.
When Shi Che went into the changing room, he had mentioned for her to pick out a tie. Ling Chuxia, feeling stifled, didn’t choose with the care she had before; she randomly selected one. After all, no matter how diligently she chose, Shi Che wouldn’t be satisfied.
Before long, Shi Che emerged in the suit. It had to be said, a good-looking man with a great physique was like a natural clothes hanger. Wearing the suit, his figure appeared even more elongated and elegant, extraordinarily handsome, adding a hint of austere allure suited for a uniform, drawing admiring glances from the store’s staff. Even Ling Chuxia found herself momentarily dazed.
Only when Shi Che’s deep eyes met her dazed gaze did Ling Chuxia blink abruptly and quickly lower her face, her cheeks slightly flushed.
She was truly pathetic; Shi Che was there complicating her life, and yet she was distracted by his charm...
Ling Chuxia quickly regulated her breathing and heartbeat, then stepped forward, handing the tie to Shi Che, "I’ve picked one, see if it works."
Shi Che glanced at the tie in her hand but said nothing, nor did he reach out to take it. Instead, his dark eyes fixed on her.
Ling Chuxia waited a while, her arm growing tired, yet Shi Che made no move. Lifting her eyes, she saw him still staring at her. Ling Chuxia’s brows deeply furrowed; surely, he wasn’t expecting her to tie it for him?
With a stern look in her eyes, Ling Chuxia spoke directly, "Tying a tie isn’t a secretary’s job, is it?"