There’s never a shortage of gossip in the company.
And the restrooms and break rooms are always the holy land of women’s gossip.
Colleague A: "Have you guys heard? Among our batch of interns, there’s a direct relative of the boss."
Colleague B: "You might as well just say it’s the boss’s daughter," who doesn’t know that Mr. Shen only has one daughter?
Colleague C: "Is that for real? The boss’s daughter is interning at our company?"
Colleague A: "According to the intelligence I’ve gathered, it’s very likely true."
Colleague C: "So, is the Princess planning to get some grassroots experience?"
Colleague B: "It’s also possible she’s here to assess the staff, so everyone be careful with your work during this period, especially be nice to the interns. You really don’t want to offend the wrong person."
Colleague C: "The boss only has one daughter, right? So doesn’t that mean the company will eventually be all hers?"
Colleague A: "What do you mean eventually? The company is already hers. The boss transferred all his shares to her when she was eighteen; we’re all working for Miss here."
Colleague C: "Really? The boss is still so young, doesn’t he think about having a son to inherit the company?"
Colleague B: "Who knows? It’s said that nobody knows much about our Miss’s birth mother; Mr. Shen raised her all by himself, so the relationship is probably different!"
Colleague D: "Can you imagine how angry those women would be—who throw themselves at Mr. Shen, hoping to elevate their status through their children—if they found out that even if they had sons, they wouldn’t get a dime of his fortune?"
Colleague E: "But Mr. Shen’s so handsome, even without money, surely many women would be willing, right? But then again, who exactly is Mr. Shen’s daughter?"
Colleague C: "It seems that only the company’s high-level shareholders have met our Princess. Apparently, she’s quite beautiful."
Colleague A: "I’ve seen them; we have over twenty interns, lots of guys and just a few girls. If we talk about beauty, I think that girl from the secretarial office fits the bill."
Colleague C: "I also heard that on her first day, she bought coffee for the entire office. What ordinary intern would do that? Could very well be the Princess."
Everyone immediately thought of Meng Qiao.
If anyone in their group looked like the boss’s daughter, it had to be her.
Beautiful, with an air of quality, and plenty of confidence—you can tell she’s been raised in wealth.
And it’s been heard that she even delivered coffee to the president’s office.
How could a mere intern dare to take the initiative to visit the president’s office on her first day?
Colleague D: "But isn’t her last name Meng? Shouldn’t the boss’s daughter have the surname Shen?"
Colleague C: "If the Princess doesn’t want people to know she’s here, she might be using a fake identity. If she went by the name Shen, wouldn’t everyone know?"
Colleague D: "Now that you mention it, that makes sense."
After a bit of discussion, they all headed back to the office.
Once the crowd outside had mostly dispersed, Shen Weiyi finally emerged from the restroom stall.
She hadn’t expected her internship at the company to become known, but fortunately, no one knew her true identity yet.
However, people suspecting Meng Qiao and thinking she was using a false name was something she hadn’t anticipated.
It could only mean that the current staff had quite the imagination.
"Weiyi." Shen Weiyi was about to leave when a familiar voice called out to her from behind.