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The phone in his pocket kept vibrating. Lying on the large bed, Li Luo furrowed his perfectly sculpted brows, opened his long eyelashes that resembled butterfly wings, rubbed his hungover head, and looked at the mess in the room. Last night had been another wild night.
He propped himself up with his arms and followed the sound to find the phone that had fallen to the floor. He bent down to pick it up, glanced at the caller ID, then tossed it aside and burrowed back under the covers. However, it seemed that the caller knew him well; the phone continued to ring insistently, as if it were a death knell.
“Shit.”
Li Luo muttered under his breath and reluctantly answered the call. After all, the person on the other end was his bread and butter.
“Li Luo, you little brat! You skipped out again last night! Do you not want to make a living anymore? Or do you really think you’re a top star now, having flown high overnight?”
“Bro, are you tired? It’s early in the morning!”
“You bastard! If you want to acknowledge me as your brother, get your ass to the company right now!”
Before Li Luo could respond, he heard a dial tone. He glanced at his phone and, very unwillingly, left the soft bed and walked into the bathroom.
In the office, Zhang Shaocong sat on a leather sofa with a grim expression. His younger brother was getting more and more arrogant! This entertainment industry was like that; biological fathers didn’t recognize their daughters, sisters pretended not to know each other, and brothers were treated like friends—unless they wanted some publicity. Zhang Shaocong and Li Luo were full-blooded brothers. However, in order to create hype for Li Luo’s debut, Zhang Shaocong had gone to great lengths. Not only did he help him gain fame abroad, but he also made their family background seem like they were overseas Chinese. They came from an ordinary working-class family; Zhang Shaocong's current success seemed entirely due to his own hard work. He had endured many hardships when he was young. Now that he had paved the way for this precious younger brother, Li Luo kept sabotaging him.
Just as Zhang Shaocong was about to throw something out of frustration, an internal line rang. “Zhang Shaocong, hello. There’s a lady named Shen Qingyou who you asked to come for an interview; she’s waiting at the front desk!”
“Shen Qingyou?” Zhang Shaocong searched his memory. “Let her in!”
“Sister Shen, please come this way!”
Dressed in a light purple shirt and faded jeans with soccer shoes on her feet, Shen Qingyou followed behind the receptionist who wore an elegant white Chanel suit. She looked like an ugly duckling trailing behind a beautiful swan. However, Shen Qingyou wasn’t thinking about that; upon seeing the receptionist's designer outfit, she felt a surge of joy inside. Did Ma Entertainment Company pay so well that even a receptionist could afford such expensive clothes?
"Li, the autumn work uniforms have arrived this year, and I've already picked mine up!"
A girl dressed in the same uniform flashed past Shen Qingyou, carrying what appeared to be a work uniform. If Shen Qingyou wasn't mistaken, it was the latest release from Chanel this season. Wow, the company's boss really knows how to spend money, giving employees Chanel's latest designs as work uniforms?
"Sister Shen, just ahead is our Zhang Shaocong's office. Please go ahead!"
Shen Qingyou smiled in thanks at Li and then walked to the door, which was ajar. Out of courtesy, she still knocked.
"The door's not closed; come in!"
A deep voice came from inside. Was it the person who called her yesterday? She didn't expect him to be the boss of this company, and even more surprising was that he personally called her!
"Sister Shen, right? Please have a seat over here!"
Zhang Shaocong stood up from his boss chair and gestured for Shen Qingyou to sit on the sofa to one side. "Sister Shen, do you prefer Pre-Qing Longjing or Biluochun tea?"
"Ah?"
"I asked which tea Sister Shen likes to drink?"
Shen Qingyou never expected that in today's competitive job market, there would still be such a considerate interviewer. "Anything is fine!" she felt a bit overwhelmed by the attention.
"However, I recommend Pu-erh tea for you; Pu-erh is good for maintaining beauty!"
Shen Qingyou lowered her head in frustration, thinking about her current appearance, which must be haggard and dry... Once a woman reaches thirty, it’s a day worse than the last. She only has a year left before hitting that milestone.
"Sister Shen, don’t misunderstand, I have no other intentions!"
Zhang Shaocong smiled faintly, then lowered his head and focused on brewing tea. It was clear that he was a man well-versed in the art of tea. Shen Qingyou observed him closely as he concentrated, noting the expensive frameless glasses perched on his high nose, obscuring the brilliance of his eyes. He appeared gentler this way. His beautifully curved lips were slightly closed, and his handsome features, sharp as if carved from stone, made him resemble a figure from ancient Greek mythology—remarkably handsome and the epitome of a tall, rich, and handsome man.
"Sister Shen, are you a black belt in Taekwondo?"
"Uh?"
Lost in admiration of the handsome man, Shen Qingyou hadn’t noticed Zhang Shaocong's question. A hint of embarrassment flashed across her face. "Zhang Shaocong, I’m sorry!"
"It’s okay. Sister Shen doesn’t seem like someone who practices Taekwondo."
Zhang Shaocong rested his hands crossed over his elevated thigh, leaning back against the sofa with a lazy expression as he looked at Shen Qingyou. The woman before him had her hair tied back in a neat ponytail. Although she wore no makeup, her skin was exceptionally good. If he hadn’t seen her resume, he would never believe that the woman sitting in front of him was nearly thirty years old. Moreover, her casual attire made her look like a recent college graduate. However, there was something in his appreciative gaze that conveyed an indescribable allure.
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