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Chapter 582 Provoking the "Unlucky"

At 6:00 a.m. sharp, the alarm clock rang.

Yao Lingling reached out a hand from under the covers and skillfully turned off the notification on her phone screen.

He muttered to himself, "Time to get up~"

She rubbed her eyes, threw off the covers, and sat up.

The crisp autumn air brought a refreshing coolness, causing tiny chestnut bumps to appear on her exposed skin.

She subconsciously tugged at the collar of her pajamas, shivered, and the coolness completely dispelled her drowsiness.

Quickly open the phone and skillfully swipe your finger across the screen.

Search, confirm, and then open the pinned WeChat chat window.

On the screen, the cursor jumped nimbly.

[Lingling: "(*▽*) Good morning, handsome! Today is October 30th, Monday. Hong Kong will be cloudy turning sunny, with temperatures ranging from 20 to 26 degrees Celsius. Here are some outfit suggestions..."]

After sending the message, I put down my phone and a satisfied smile appeared on my face.

When something becomes a habit, it gradually becomes something to rely on, and you always feel that doing so will bring you closer to it.

Moreover, Tang Song would reply to her messages every day and chat with her for a while.

I changed into my workout clothes, went to the living room, and turned on the ceiling light.

Yao Lingling laid out her yoga mat, placed the tablet opposite her, and opened the "Advanced Glute and Leg Training Course" she had saved.

Single-leg Romanian deadlift, resistance band squat sprint, weighted glute bridge, high knee followed by burpee...

In the living room, only her increasingly rapid breathing and the dull thud of her body hitting the floor could be heard.

Sweat quickly soaked the stray hairs on her forehead and slid down her cheeks. The soreness in her muscles and the burning sensation of the sweat made her grit her teeth, but she also felt a kind of exhilarating pleasure.

After finishing my workout, I took a shower.

Back in the bedroom, she walked briskly to her desk and picked up a clothing design sketch.

Looking at the sleek lines and detailed design of the windbreaker on the paper, her eyes shone brightly.

This is her first piece at Songmei Clothing, and it's finally finished.

After a long period of accumulation and experimentation, it incorporated the vivid and lively inspirational mood board I saw in Wen Ruan that day.

She finally found what she had been searching for: a "soul" that was crisp, free, and imbued with the power of an urban woman.

She spent almost the entire weekend indoors, immersing herself in the world of creation, and finally finished the last bit of work.

This is her first piece at Songmei Clothing, and also her first true "signature" as a designer.

From integrating inspiration and determining the core elements of the series, to hand-drawing sketches, selecting fabrics and accessories, and finally creating patterns, she completed every step independently.

She was full of confidence in her work, a confidence she had never shown before.

"Ding-dong—" A WeChat notification sound rang out.

Yao Lingling picked up her phone, which was charging, and her face immediately lit up with a smile.

[Tang Song: "I've changed my clothes according to your outfit suggestions. You're truly a professional fashion designer, fantastic!"]

[Tang and Song Dynasties: Selfie.jpg]

Clicking on the photo and looking at the handsome Tang Song with his star-like eyes, Yao Lingling blushed and her heart raced.

Yao Lingling's cheeks flushed involuntarily, and her fingertips flew across the screen.

She replied: "(づ￣ 3￣)づ Wow, senior is so handsome, he has such an elite vibe, haha."

[Tang Song: Look at your (emoji)]

Yao Lingling bit her lip, quickly opened the wardrobe, first took out a thicker bra, then a pair of butt-lifting pants, and quickly changed into them.

I looked in the mirror and felt a surge of secret joy.

Her hard work paid off; her waist-to-hip ratio is now perfect, and she gets a lot of attention on the street whenever she wears tight pants.

Even inside the Yunxi Building, she would be approached by strangers from time to time.

She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, adjusted the angle, and confidently took a full-body photo to share.

Waited for a while.

"Buzzing—"

Tang Song: "(Thumbs up) Great physique, clear signs of training, you can tell your core strength is very stable, keep it up!"

Yao Lingling smiled broadly and replied, "I feel like I've hit a plateau. Senior, you're a fitness guru now. Could you give me some pointers sometime?"

Tang Song: "No problem, wait for me to return to Yancheng."

Yao Lingling was instantly radiant with sweetness.

A sudden jolt went through him. He turned to look at the design draft on the table, and a bold idea quietly surfaced in his mind.

She gritted her teeth and slowly typed, "By the way, senior, my first piece is finished. Today we'll start making the sample garment. It will definitely be available for sale before Singles' Day. This is my 'painful work,' so if it sells well, shouldn't you, as my boss, give me a reward? (#wink)"

Tang Song: "So fast? Impressive! You're our company's only designer, and this is Songmei Apparel's first truly significant creation. So, if this outfit's initial livestream GMV exceeds 200 million yuan, I'll double your performance bonus and year-end bonus!"

With a single product's GMV exceeding 200 million RMB on its debut, it's definitely a blockbuster item on Songmei Apparel.

Yao Lingling's performance is linked to commissions, and there are also tiered rewards for best-selling products. Her year-end bonus is at least three months' worth of bonus.

This doubling of her salary resulted in a substantial increase, enough for her to buy a decent car.

After struggling for a moment, Yao Lingling mustered her courage and replied: 【(#playful) Forget about the money, to avoid upsetting my colleagues. How about this, senior, if the GMV breaks 400 million, how about you grant me a wish?】

"Buzzing—"

Tang Song: "It seems Lingling is very confident. Great, no problem!"

Yao Lingling took a deep breath, her eyes shining brightly.

She was indeed confident. As a professional fashion designer, she had a deep understanding of the market and knew the excellence of her own windbreaker.

Most importantly, the Double Eleven shopping festival is just around the corner, coupled with He Yiyi's ever-increasing popularity.

She felt there was still hope of creating a huge hit product.

As for that wish…

Yao Lingling pursed her lips, a shy blush rising on her face.

……

8:10 a.m.

Yunxi Building, Songmei Apparel.

"Good morning, Brother Zhang."

"morning."

Yao Lingling carried a tote bag and walked briskly into the office.

The office area was rather deserted in the early morning, with only a few people busy at their workstations.

Immediately afterwards, a sexy and graceful figure came into view.

A white fitted top paired with high-waisted jeans perfectly accentuates her graceful curves, making her exceptionally eye-catching.

Yao Lingling's face lit up with a bright smile, "Qiuqiu, good morning!"

Hearing the call, Cheng Qiuqiu stopped and turned around, a hint of gentleness appearing on her usually cool face. "Lingling, good morning."

However, before she could finish speaking, Yao Lingling, like an enthusiastic little bird, rushed over with a smile and hugged her tightly.

"I've missed you so much after two days! Wow, you smell so good."

Cheng Qiuqiu's body stiffened instinctively, and her expression became somewhat unnatural.

She is still not quite comfortable with this kind of intimate physical contact.

Of course, there is one exception.

After a brief chat, Yao Lingling took her to make her a cup of coffee and they discussed some recent design issues.

Back at my workstation.

Cheng Qiuqiu lowered her head and took a sip of warm coffee, but a barely perceptible trace of longing flashed in her eyes.

It's been several days since I've seen anything about the Tang and Song dynasties.

The scenes from Zhuxi Community kept flooding back into her mind, causing strange ripples in her heart.

Even though she knew about his relationship with the senior, she couldn't help but get closer to him and miss him.

She sighed softly, turned on her computer, and threw herself into her work, trying to clear her mind of her chaotic thoughts.

Tang Song's "brand development" plan on Xiaohongshu is still in full swing, and the next step is "the choice of brand express packaging".

She has completed three different packaging designs and now needs to organize them into beautiful images so that Tang Song can publish them on Xiaokeshu's notes.

This "raising" series is currently extremely popular, with each post sparking heated discussions among netizens.

During breaks from work, she would habitually open the "April" fan group, stalking the screen intensely and replying occasionally.

The group leader, "Su Yu's April," was also exceptionally active, always going to great lengths to campaign for her chosen option.

Cheng Qiuqiu had talked to the other party many times and could clearly feel that she was definitely a fanatic fan of "April" and knew Su Yu very well.

This gave her a sense of mutual appreciation, and the two have now become WeChat friends and communicate frequently.

They were one of her few online friends.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The phone suddenly vibrated.

【mom】

Cheng Qiuqiu's originally relaxed brows furrowed unconsciously.

After hesitating for a moment, I picked up my phone and walked to a corner by the window.

I took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Qiuqiu, what are you busy with?" came Li Meihua's mother's voice with a heavy Sichuan accent from the other end of the phone.

"Going to work, huh?" Cheng Qiuqiu's voice was as cold and indifferent as ever, revealing no emotion.

"Oh, have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

Li Meihua then asked a few more questions about her health and whether her work was tiring.

Cheng Qiuqiu responded briefly to each question, her tone calm to the point of indifference.

"You're so busy with work, and I've been quite free lately. I'm thinking of going to Yancheng to stay for a while so I can take good care of you. What do you think?"

"Don't come!"

After a brief silence, Li Meihua's voice suddenly became somewhat tentative, "I'm asking you, Qiuqiu, tell me honestly, are you dating someone?"

Cheng Qiuqiu's fingers tightened around her phone, as if something had stabbed her heart.

"No." Her voice was icy. "Who told you that? Brother Junfeng?"

"Oh dear. I didn't hear that! I've been having this dream a lot these past few days, and you won't let me go to Yancheng, so I'm just guessing." Li Meihua's tone suddenly changed, sounding somewhat anxious, "Let me tell you, Qiuqiu, you're out there all alone, so keep your eyes open, you know?"

Cheng Qiuqiu's face darkened, and she remained silent.

The voice on the other end of the phone grew increasingly urgent, firing off a barrage of questions: "Those boys outside are full of tricks! You're so naive and pretty, don't let them fool you! Especially those smooth-talking types, they're all scheming..."

"It's none of your business!"

"What?!" Li Meihua's voice shrilly. "What kind of attitude is this?! I'm your mother! If I don't care about you, who will? I raised you with so much hardship—"

"Dudu-"

Cheng Qiuqiu hung up the phone immediately, her hand holding the phone trembling slightly.

His face was pale, and his chest was heaving violently.

It's always like this! It's always been like this!
Her psychological and physiological problems stemmed not only from her mother-in-law's death, but also from the indelible psychological trauma inflicted upon her by this so-called mother.

From childhood to adulthood, she clearly didn't care much about me, yet she always used the excuse of "it's for your own good" to conduct endless questioning, scrutiny, and criticism.

Although her mother seemed to have changed a lot since she went to university, her controlling nature had never truly disappeared.

Above their heads, the [Dream Flower Seed] emitted a rich emerald green light and swayed violently.

……

Yangcheng.

The crowded subway line 1 slowly came to a stop at the Peasant Movement Institute station, and the doors opened.

Zhang Yan clutched her backpack tightly to her chest, like an inconspicuous drop of water merging into the surging crowd and being squeezed out of the carriage by the flow of people.

After wandering around the subway station for a while, I walked out of the station and was greeted by the unique hustle and bustle of the city, a mixture of exhaust fumes and the aroma of food.

After walking north for about five or six minutes, I finally arrived at the Huiming Building where the company is located.

Every morning, she spends about 40 minutes commuting.

This is a very ordinary office building, which looks a bit old compared to the surrounding high-rise buildings.

Shucheng Technology is located on the 7th floor here, with an office area of ​​only over 300 square meters.

The most eye-catching feature inside is a partitioned bookshelf, neatly stacked with books published or promoted by the company in recent years. On one side of the bookshelf is the boss's closed office door, and on the other side is a slightly cramped open-plan office area divided by low partitions.

Zhang Yan walked to her workstation, took out a rag from the drawer, carefully wiped the tabletop, and then watered the stubborn pothos in the corner.

Only then did they begin to get busy with their work.

At 10 a.m., the office was filled with the sound of keyboards being typed.

A short, chubby figure strode out of the boss's office and stopped right next to her workstation.

"Zhang Yan," Bai Rui's slightly slick voice rang out, "how's the recommendation manuscript for 'The Sea of ​​Whale Fall' coming along? The distribution channels are waiting for it."

Zhang Yan's shoulders hunched instinctively, and she quickly switched the document window to the front. "I'm adjusting the last few paragraphs, it'll be done soon."

The company doesn't have many copy editors, and everyone is burdened with a lot of complicated work.

She had just returned from a business trip two days ago, and this article was something she had to finish by sacrificing her entire weekend and working overtime late into the night.

"Okay, submit it to the backend first, and I'll do a preliminary review."

Zhang Yan looked at Bai Rui's round face, hesitated, and said, "Brother Bai..."

Lulu went for a job interview this morning, and I specifically asked her to find an opportunity to ask her supervisor when the expenses for last week's business trip could be reimbursed.

Since it's already the end of the month, if the receipts can't be submitted in the next couple of days, the reimbursement will have to be delayed until the month after next.

At that time... the company might go bankrupt.

"What's wrong?" Bai Rui's gaze swept over, a hint of impatience already showing between his brows.

Zhang Yan's fingers clenched tightly under the table, her voice unconsciously lowering a few decibels: "It's just... Lulu and I went on a business trip last week..."

"Oh, that?" Bai Rui immediately interrupted her, waving his hand dismissively. "The manuscript from your business trip isn't urgent. Just give it to me before the 3rd of next month."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out without looking back.

Zhang Yan opened her lips, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes, but ultimately said nothing more and continued working with her head down.

It was approaching noon.

Zhang Yan had just stepped out of the restroom when she saw Lulu walking briskly towards her from the direction of the elevator.

"Lulu, how are things on your end?"

"Come on, let's go over there and talk." Lulu grabbed her arm and pulled her into the smoke-filled stairwell without saying a word.

Lulu leaned against the wall, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her voice filled with longing as she said, "The office environment at Nebula International Group is amazing! It's a completely different world from here! The interviewer was super nice, smiling the whole time, very polite, and not at all arrogant..."

Zhang Yan listened quietly, without interrupting her friend's excitement.

“However…” Lulu’s excitement faded slightly, and her tone became more dejected. “Sigh, the competition is too fierce. There were four people interviewing with me, and they all seemed more capable than me, including one who was a graduate of a top university (985). I guess there’s not much hope for me.”

“It’s okay,” Zhang Yan comforted softly. “Having this interview opportunity is already wonderful.”

Lulu nodded, then looked at her: "Zhang Yan, what about you? What are your plans?"

Small companies like Shucheng Technology have extremely low risk resistance and no irreplaceable core business.

Nowadays, the entire book publishing and sales industry is becoming increasingly sluggish, and it is a clear fact that the company is declining. People in the office are restless, and everyone is making preparations for themselves in advance.

Zhang Yan pursed her dry lips, leaned against the wall like Lulu, and lowered her head. "I...I haven't thought about it yet."

"Sigh, it's better to make a plan sooner rather than later. Actually, I think it would be great for you to find a reliable boyfriend and stay in Guangzhou to develop your career, especially since your aunt is here too." Lulu paused, then suddenly seemed to remember something and leaned closer gossipy: "To be honest, Zhang Yan, I've always wanted to ask you, do you have someone you like?"

Zhang Yan's eyes visibly widened for a moment, her cheeks flushed red, and she quickly shook her head, saying, "No..."

"Haha, I bet there is!" Lulu chuckled, exposing her lie. "Look, your WeChat and Weibo nicknames are both 'Breathing in a Smile,' which is clearly derived from Dickens's line—'Only in your smile can I breathe.' Tell me, who exactly is this 'smile'?!"

Zhang Yan said awkwardly, "It was just... just picked it randomly."

"Okay, I believe you." Lulu took her hand. "Come on, let's go eat! It's my treat for lunch today! You wouldn't believe it, Hong Kong stocks surged today, and the fund I bought jumped several hundred dollars! I saw in the comments everyone's saying it was stimulated by a major positive news worth tens of billions of dollars..."

Lulu was still talking intermittently about her funds and the stock market beside me.

Zhang Yan's thoughts had already drifted far away.

She has been in Guangzhou for more than two years and is now 26 years old.

So where should she go next?
My mother is doing well in Guangzhou. She has started a new family, has a new daughter, and has a stable life. I don't want to bother her too much.

It's definitely not convenient to go back to my hometown, Dongzhang Village.

Her stepmother's younger brother has grown up, and the room that once belonged to her no longer exists.

Although her aunt's family moved to the county town, it was only a temporary place for her to stay, and she should leave when she grew up.

The world is vast, and so is China.

But indeed, there is no place that can be called her "home".

Fortunately, I now have a cat named "Orange" by my side, so I'm not too lonely.

Unfortunately, she was still too "incompetent" and couldn't find a good job, so naturally she couldn't afford a house for herself and Orange.

If only I could be as amazing as Liu Qingning.

The top science student in Jingxian County received tens of thousands of yuan in college entrance examination rewards alone. Later, he was admitted to the best university in the country, Beijing University. After graduation, he was able to start his own business and make his company very successful.

But she also knew that she was far inferior to Liu Qingning.

During her university years, she also tried hard to take the postgraduate entrance exam, and even dared to try for Beijing University.

But the result was that the more desperately you stood on tiptoe, the more clearly you could feel it.

That dazzling starry sky is so unattainable.

However, if she were Liu Qingning, she definitely wouldn't choose to develop her career in Shenzhen.

Definitely not.

……

2 p.m.

Rongliu Capital Headquarters, 38th Floor, Phase II, International Finance Centre (IFC), Hong Kong.

The phone at the front desk rang almost non-stop, and the sofas in the reception area were filled with visitors in suits and ties, each with a different expression.

All the employees in the office are in a state of high-speed busyness.

They walked briskly, carrying coffee and thick documents, shuttling between meeting rooms, the air thick with a tense yet extremely excited atmosphere.

Shen Yuyan, wearing her employee badge and a composed smile, was receiving the visiting guests in an orderly manner and guiding them to their respective meeting rooms.

Her heart was filled with an unprecedented passion and sense of accomplishment.

Since this morning, Rongliu Capital has been receiving a steady stream of visitors.

This even includes the top management teams of Guyu Bio and Yunxi Real Estate.

Their purpose for this trip is equally inspiring.

According to her sources, both of these giant companies will issue a batch of new shares to Rongliu Capital through a private placement.

She then suddenly remembered that the "big move" Bai Menglin had mysteriously mentioned to her on the phone was actually their Rongliu Capital.
Moreover, based on the fragmented information she obtained from Tang Song, Rongliu Capital will use this opportunity to make strategic investments in a series of companies, thereby rapidly expanding its influence throughout the capital circle.

Being at the very center of this capital storm, Shen Yuyan thoroughly enjoyed the moment, even feeling a deep sense of ecstasy.

"Shirley." A slightly amused voice suddenly came from the side.

Shen Yuyan turned her head and saw Lin Muxue walking gracefully towards her.

She held a thick document in her hand and, unusually, put on a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses, giving her the air of a high-level financial executive.

"What's wrong, Luna?"

Lin Muxue smiled confidently and mysteriously, "A very important guest has arrived, and we need to go and greet him together."

"Oh?" Shen Yuyan was slightly taken aback, then nodded. "Okay, no problem."

After saying that, she tidied her appearance and followed Lin Muxue out of the reception area.

Arriving at the elevator lobby.

Shen Yuyan asked calmly, "Luna, which distinguished guest has arrived?"

Lin Muxue glanced at her and said with a smile, "You'll find out soon enough."

Shen Yuyan's eyes flickered, but she didn't ask any further questions.

I waited for about two minutes.

"Ding—" The elevator stopped on the 38th floor, and the metal doors slowly slid open to both sides.

Immediately afterwards, a group of four people walked out one by one.

The leader was a woman around 30 years old.

Her hair was tied up with a clip, and she wore a well-tailored, high-quality professional-style outfit. Her face was stern, her makeup was impeccable, and she exuded a powerful aura of asceticism formed by extreme professionalism and self-discipline.

Distinguished guests, are they referring to them? For some reason, Shen Yuyan saw a resemblance to Lin Muxue in her usual "pretentious" manner. There was indeed some similarity, but the aura of the person in front of her was much stronger and more refined.

Just as she was pondering to herself, Lin Muxue had already gone up to her, her face full of a warm smile: "President Qin, it's been a long time. Welcome to Rongliu Capital."

However, the woman referred to as "President Qin" simply nodded to her indifferently, her tone flat and unchanging: "Hello, Assistant Lin."

Lin Muxue's smile froze, her heart skipped a beat, and a strange unease arose.

Just then, Qin Yingxue's gaze passed over her and landed on Shen Yuyan beside her.

With a gentle smile, she extended her hand and said, "This must be Assistant Shen, right? Hello, I am Qin Yingxue, the representative of the Tang Jin family office."

"Buzz—" Shen Yuyan's face flushed instantly. She quickly grasped the other person's hand and said excitedly, "Hello, President Qin, I am Shen Yuyan. It is an honor to meet you."

Representative of the Tang Jin family office!

The value of this identity is beyond doubt.

She never imagined that the other person would know her and take the initiative to greet her.

Lin Muxue, standing beside her, twitched at the corner of her eye, her heart filled with unease and suspicion.

She was a little confused as to why Qin Yingxue was so cold to her today, but so enthusiastic towards Shen Yuyan.

She tried to suppress her unease and stepped aside, saying, "Mr. Qin, the conference room is this way, please."

"Okay." Qin Yingxue nodded and stepped inside.

Just as she was about to reach the conference room door, Qin Yingxue suddenly stopped.

She first smiled gently at Shen Yuyan, "Assistant Shen, you and my colleagues go in first to prepare the materials. I want to have a few words with Assistant Lin alone."

"Okay, Mr. Qin." Shen Yuyan nodded obediently and pushed open the door to enter the conference room first.

In an instant, only Qin Yingxue and Lin Muxue remained in the corridor.

The smile on Qin Yingxue's face vanished instantly, replaced by a faint scrutiny. Just a moment ago, she was all smiles and gentleness.

“President Qin…” Lin Muxue’s throat bobbed, the unease in her heart amplified infinitely, “Please speak.”

Qin Yingxue looked at her and said calmly, "Assistant Lin, I heard that you attended a social dinner hosted by the LVMH Group a couple of days ago. I saw a photo of you with several celebrities from Tangzong Entertainment online. It was a good photo, and you looked very beautiful."

“I… um… yes.” Lin Muxue’s heart skipped a beat, her gaze filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Qin Yingxue took half a step forward. "You are President Tang's assistant. Your position determines your words and actions, and to some extent, represents President Tang's will."

Do you think it's appropriate to associate yourself with Tangzong Entertainment so publicly and promote it so much on social media?

Also, I've looked at your personal Douyin and Xiaohongshu accounts, and some of the content is inappropriate.

One last thing, Assistant Lin. Your joint credit card is meant to serve President Tang, but your previous spending seems to have been too extravagant.

Lin Muxue's face turned pale instantly.

With her emotional intelligence, she naturally understood what Qin Yingxue meant.

If it were just Qin Yingxue, that would be fine, but the problem is... she might represent Jin Meixiao.

In other words, this might be her representing Director Kim to give him a warning.

But...why?
Credit cards and personal accounts are definitely secondary; otherwise, Qin Yingxue wouldn't have been so polite to him on WeChat before.

Her real change in attitude came at this meeting.

Could it be...could it be...because of Tangzong Entertainment...Su Yu?
But she clearly remembered that Su Yu and Director Jin had previously been "hyping up" their relationship online.

There shouldn't be any problem if she gets close to Tangzong Entertainment.

Could I have misunderstood? Between them…

Just when she was in a state of utter confusion.

Qin Yingxue looked at her changing expression and lowered her voice even further, "Director Jin has a lot of opinions about some of your recent actions."

These words were like a basin of ice water containing the laws of extreme cold, poured directly down from the heavens.

It made Emperor Muxue feel cold all over and her Dao heart unstable.

Something's not right with this plot!

Jin Buxiang and Su Tiandi are actually sisters on the surface, but there are already undercurrents of conflict between them?!

Without realizing it, he had become tainted by the source of darkness and turmoil, attracting "ominous" influence.

It's probably going to grow red hair!!!

(End of this chapter)