If she had talked back or argued a few points, Manager Zhao might have felt more relieved while scolding.
Instead, Shen Cheng kept silent and used an ’please, go ahead’ gaze on her.
As the HR manager, Manager Zhao wasn’t claiming to have seen every sort of person on Earth but every new entry-level staff member at least partially passed through her oversight. She had seen all types of weirdos, but she had never encountered anyone as disdainful and as dismissive as this employee.
Picking up a feather duster resting next to her, she struck the office desk with it, "Get your legs together, what kind of manners are these!"
Shen Cheng didn’t budge, instead she looked Manager Zhao up and down, curling her lips into a seductive smile, "Manager, are you perhaps jealous of my long legs."
Manager Zhao nearly choked on her spit, steadied her glasses, her voice trembling with anger, "You... you... you’re utterly lawless!"
It wasn’t that Shen Cheng’s attempts to usurp her would make her angry; rather, her smile widened, "Tell me, are you jealous of my long legs?"
Manager Zhao, in her early thirties, unmarried, neither possessing a good figure nor a good face, and was quite dominant, thus remaining single.
She often scolded people, which to everyone appeared as an early onset of menopause, bluntly put, it was like no man was watering her and she withered.
Thus, everyone affectionately nicknamed her ’old witch’, and occasionally colleagues in the department would even refer to her as ’Old Virgin’.
As for long legs, she certainly didn’t have them. Even if she did, they would only be short and stout.
Shen Cheng purposely brought up her long legs in front of her, turning her face an ashen blue, completely forgetting about lecturing, and slapping the feather duster forcefully onto the desk: "Out, get out!"
All Shen Cheng was waiting for was this phrase. She immediately stood up, gave her a meaningful look, and then turned to walk out.
When she reached the office door, Shen Cheng stopped and turned back, asking very seriously, "Manager, are you truly not envious of my long legs?"
Manager Zhao had just calmed down a bit, intending to sip some chrysanthemum tea to cool off, but hearing this, instead of calming down her anger shot up, and she spewed water all over the desk.
Seeing the documents and papers on her office desk soaked, she didn’t even have the energy to be angry anymore, she hurriedly pulled out tissues to wipe them.
But because it was tea on the documents, no matter how much she wiped, she couldn’t remove the residual stains.
"Manager, wipe slowly, no rush."
After saying this, Shen Cheng laughed out loud, pressed down the door handle, and opened the door.
That action was not a minor one, a few colleagues who were secretly eavesdropping outside stumbled into the office.
"I... I was just passing by."
"Hey, why did you push me in..."
"Manager, didn’t you tell me to take a document this morning to handle it, I just finished and came to get it."
"Manager, I’m going to make you a cup of coffee..."
Once the office door closed again, the colleagues let out a sigh of relief, all looking at Shen Cheng with admiring thumbs up.
Right after Shen Cheng returned to her desk, Ye Zi came over, whispering, "Beauty, beauty."
Shen Cheng looked at her, eyes curving, "What is it?"
Ye Zi cheerfully said, "I saw you and Brother Yu in a magazine last night, wow, you two really match well!"
Shen Cheng narrowed her eyes, her smile deepening, "Oh, where do we match?"
Ye Zi obediently answered, "Temperament!"
Shen Cheng smiled lightly, "Then, between him and I, whose temperament is a bit better."
Ye Zi replied without thinking, "Yours!"