Gu Wenjuan left the Secretary-General’s office feeling uneasy.
The colleagues around her also sensed that something was amiss.
Ding Liu, seated in the front row, paid the most attention to Gu Wenjuan. As soon as she came out, he noticed the change in her expression.
He walked over with concern and said, "The Secretary-General can be quite fierce. What did he want with you?"
Gu Wenjuan felt her heart pounding as she looked at Ding Liu’s sympathetic face, "It’s nothing, just trivial matters."
"It doesn’t seem trivial if you’ve been crying," Ding Liu handed her a tissue, "Your eyes are red."
Li Qian glanced over and said, "Lucky your makeup is of good quality, only red eyes, it’d be embarrassing if they were black."
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Hearing this, Gu Wenjuan, dabbing her eyes, said, "You’re talking about the stuff you use, right?"
Li Qian laughed, "What I use indeed isn’t very waterproof, that’s why I dare not cry."
Gu Wenjuan felt uncomfortable. She stood up and said, "Are you saying I’m a crybaby?"
Li Qian shrugged, typing quickly on her keyboard, "I didn’t say that."
Gu Wenjuan felt as if she was being mocked and her heart was filled with stifled anger.
Ding Liu tried to soothe her, "Come on, Li Qian was complimenting you. You use the best products. Let’s get back to work. I’ll treat you to Japanese food for lunch."
Gu Wenjuan didn’t respond.
Zhou Jingjing, who just came back from the pantry, said, "Li Qian, I heard that the President is very satisfied with the maternity and baby brands you chose for him. Now, I’m helping to pick a wedding venue for the President, so could you give me some advice?"
Gu Wenjuan was startled, "What wedding venue? Is the President getting married?"
Zhou Jingjing only gave her a glance before ignoring her and speaking to Li Qian, "I’ve picked a few, but they don’t seem quite right."
Gu Wenjuan immediately stepped forward and asked, "When did the President ask you to choose a wedding venue? Why don’t I know about it?"
Zhou Jingjing returned to her desk and set down her cup, her voice tinged with sarcasm, "Aren’t you close with the President? How come you’re clueless about his wedding plans?"
"Of course, she wouldn’t know. She only works five days a week, and she has already taken three days off," another female colleague spoke up, reveling in schadenfreude, "No matter how close you are with the President, you need to meet him often. Lately, the President has been hanging around Mo Group instead of nowhere to meet her, right?"
"Speaking of which, the President truly adores Princess Mo."
"That’s for sure. Princess Mo is so beautiful and accomplished. If I were a man, I’d be in love too!"
"I am a man, and Princess Mo is indeed gorgeous. Plus, I heard that the President even stayed up late to rush through several big projects just to give to her, tsk tsk tsk."
"Ah, that explains why those projects disappeared. They were all given away."
"What’s there to pity? Wooing your wife is a given."
Hearing this conversation, Gu Wenjuan stood there dumbfounded.
Young Master Yu is really going to marry Princess Mo?
They have even started picking a venue, and he has sacrificed so much for her.
Gu Wenjuan said, "That woman is a fraudster, playing Young Master Yu for a fool, and yet he’s so in love with her!"
Her words made everyone in the office turn to look at her.
Her face filled with righteous indignation, Gu Wenjuan clenched her fists, "She’s nothing but an actress, faking a pregnancy, faking sophistication!"
Now that was a serious allegation.