When she was in a daze, several female hosts, including He Yiyi and Li Qingya, squeezed forward.
He Yiyi even gave Tang Song a hug, appearing particularly close.
A wave of inexplicable emotions surged in her heart: jealousy, loss, urgency...
Cheng Qiuyu struggled to suppress her inner impulse.
She took a few steps forward and stood in front of Tang Song, "Good morning, President Tang."
Though her expression remained indifferent, her voice carried a slight tremor.
"Morning." Tang Song nodded with a smile, then asked, "Where’s Lingling? Why don’t I see her?"
Cheng Qiuyu bowed her head and replied, "Lingling is at a eting at Huashang Clothing this morning, about starting to design the first edition of the clothes."
"Hmm, alright." Tang Song said nothing more and stepped into the large eting room.
Watching his back, Cheng Qiuyu felt a blockage in her heart, a sense of grievance and loss.
Though they chatted well on WeChat, upon eting again, she seed nothing special in his eyes, just like a regular employee.
Even his first query was about Lingling.
It seems he didn’t really care about her.
She tightened her grip on her laptop, her breathing gradually becoming rapid.
Above her, the Dream Flower Seed swayed gently, stretching its branches, seemingly brighter than before.
The spacious and bright eting room quickly filled with over 20 people.
Standing near the projector, Tang Song held a remote control.
He looked around and slowly began, "Everyone, thank you for your efforts during this period. First, congratulations to us; during the entire National Day holiday, the store’s sales exceeded 20 million, breaking the daily sales record!"
A burst of cheers and applause erupted.
The eting officially comnced soon after.
Though Tang Song had been traveling around during this period, he never neglected his work.
He even worked with Gao ngting to refine the upcoming developnt plans.
During the post-holiday period.
Songi Clothing will fully operate the "He Yiyi Lifestyle" and "Beauty" accounts to form a traffic matrix.
The monthly placent budget will be increased to 2 million.
Collaborating with Huashang Clothing to establish a flexible supply chain, initiating orders with as few as 50 pieces, implenting a 7-day quick response to reduce inventory risks, supporting rapid replenishnt of popular items.
It’s predicted that within a month, the proportion of HEYI STUDIO’s own brand designs will rise to 30%, enhancing the custor price and fan loyalty through differentiated design.
The team will be expanded to over 120 people to support brand-building and product selection optimization.
An intelligent warehouse managent system will be set up to dynamically monitor the replenishnt of popular items and the proportion of unsold items.
...
His voice was steady and powerful, filled with a strong influence that gradually pushed the atmosphere to a climax.
After over an hour.
The eting officially concluded.
Tang Song closed his notebook computer, stood up, and chatted amiably with colleagues around him.
His gaze unintentionally passed over Cheng Qiuyu, lingering a mont.
She was focused and quiet, looking at her computer screen, appearing sowhat indifferent, as if everything around her was irrelevant.
Tang Song raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing more, turning to walk outside.
Cheng Qiuyu lifted her head, her gaze following Tang Song’s departure direction, while her mind churned like a stirred lake.
Gradually, colleagues dispersed, leaving only a few sparse sounds of people packing up in the eting room.
She continued to sit silently in her chair, her hands on the keyboard, pressing the keys forcefully.
A line of aningless letters appeared on the screen in response.
A rush of negative emotions arrived all at once.
Self-doubt, despondency, sourness, pain...
These feelings engulfed her like tides.
She even had an extre thought: using resignation to provoke him, to gain his attention, to make him care for her, and ask her to stay.
This idea was as absurd and laughable as a rebellious child deliberately provoking their parents, yet it grew uncontrollably in her heart.
The phone on the table vibrated, interrupting her thoughts.
Cheng Qiuyu turned her head stiffly, her gaze landing on the phone screen, frozen in place.
[Tang Song: "Qiuqiu, co to my office (#smiley face)."]
A brief ssage that Cheng Qiuyu read many tis, each word igniting a desire deep within her.
The sound of her heartbeat amplified in her ears, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Cheng Qiuyu slowly stood up and quickly headed to the President’s office.
...
"Knock knock knock—" The sound of knocking on the door was heard.
"Co in."
Cheng Qiuyu took a deep breath and opened the door to the President’s office.
Sunlight flooded the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Tang Song stood by the desk, flipping through a docunt.
Upon hearing the door open, he raised his head and revealed a warm and affectionate smile, "Qiuqiu, you’re here?"
Qiuyu’s lips moved, seemingly wanting to say sothing, but finally she spoke, "President Tang, you called for ?"
Tang Song put down the docunt in his hand, his gaze appreciatively swept over her, his lips curving into a smile of approval, "Today’s outfit suits you very well, it’s very beautiful."
Today, Qiuyu had clearly dressed up ticulously; her hairstyle was neatly combed, her makeup subtle and delicate, enhancing her cool charm.
A white shirt paired with light blue jeans, simple yet stylish and sexy.
It perfectly showcased her curves.
Her comic-like bust, slender waist, rounded hips, long legs, and butterfly-shaped back...
Every line seed to be ticulously crafted like a work of art.
Paired with her refined and aloof mature lady face, she exuded an irresistible charm.
In terms of body proportions, she had the standard comic figure, golden ratio of nine head lengths, indeed perfect.
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