Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lu Zhaoyang was annoyed. Her eyes swept across the marketing staff.
“Don’t let me begin with how the perfume smells. The bottle itself is so generic, just like any other perfume bottles in the street; one word: horrible! Women love things that are pleasing to the eyes; if you can’t nail the packaging, does it matter if it smells great?”
Lu Zhaoyang glared at the male staff who sat stiffly in front of her. “Marketing department should recruit young and energetic girls. I wonder if a bunch of men understand women at all. Look at all of you; scruffy, and wearing slippers to the office. Do you think this is your home?”
“The boss said we should make ourselves at home. I serve the company and expect no overtime pay!” the man said proudly.
Lu Zhaoyang was speechless. She looked away. “Forget it, I should come here less often. Revise the design, understood?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” She took a deep breath, and then raised her right index finger covering her nostrils. “For hygiene’s sake, please refrain from wearing slippers to the office.”
It was toxic!
The man in slippers looked at Lu Zhaoyang, got to his feet imediately and walked away before sitting down on a chair at the far end.
Just then, she heard a crisp voice from behind her. “Do as she says.”
Lu Zhaoyang felt a chill running up her spine and she turned around. Apparently, it was not because of her chiding the staff, but someone was behind her.
A man stood there with his hands on his back. Wearing a black suit with matching dark-blue pinstripe tie and a beautiful brooch on the chest. He looked smart and tall.
His handsome face looked a bit unapproachable; face like a sculpture, good looking from every angle.
His eyes were particularly lustrous but mysterious.
Lu Zhaoyang knew a thing or two about men’s suit brands. After all, she had been with Huo Yunting for so long. This man was wearing a designer suit: it looked expensive yet restrained.
His thin lips pressed together in a straight line, without any curvature. The arched eyebrows, however, did look familiar.
“President!”
“President!”
The marketing staff greeted. Xiang Jinxi, the president, remained silent. He just nodded slightly and was as cold as ever.
“Hello, Mr. President, I am your new special assistant, Lu Zhaoyang.” Lu Zhaoyang introduced herself.
So, he was the legendary armchair critic. This stone cold prince charming did not seem to like traveling.
“Hi.”
Everyone was dumbstruck.
Wow, what was going on?
The president had spoken. It was unprecedented.
Even Lu Zhaoyang was a little surprised. After all, he had not responded to the group of people who greeted him.
“Just do as she says.” Xiang Jinxi glanced at Lu Zhaoyang before turning and walking away.
Lu Zhaoyang followed from behind. “President, would you like to take a tour of—”
“No.”
Xiang Jinxi snorted coldly, interrupting Lu Zhaoyang, who could only watch as he disappeared into the elevator.
This man was reticent.
He had better not come to the office. His presence made her feel stressful.
Lu Zhaoyang released a sigh and headed back to work in her office.
On Friday, Lu Zhaoyang received an unexpected call from Lin Yazhi.