In the quiet living room.
Only the faint sound of car traffic outside and the increasingly amplified, urgent breathing of three people could be heard.
Cold sweat was slowly seeping out on Xu Qing’s forehead.
She wasn’t surprised about Tang Song and other won, and she had already prepared herself for it ntally.
But she didn’t expect Little A, Yao Lingling, to be one of them!
Oh no, right, there’s also an aloof big D woman next to her, both of them quite competitive.
Of course, the key issue is... the bragging she just did seed to echo in the air.
The person she boasted to, turned out to be "one of her own"?!
It’s simply a social death scene.
This is just too awkward!
Xu Qing forced a stiff fake smile onto her face, whispering to confirm: "Lingling... you... do you know Tang Song?"
Still in a daze, Yao Lingling looked up at her senior Xu Qing opposite, "I know him, Senior Tang Song... is also my current boss."
Xu Qing’s face instantly turned into a face of confusion: "What?! Aren’t you working at Shangya Clothing Design?"
O_O?
"Uh, I forgot to tell you, senior, I resigned a while ago, so I’m no longer working over at Yuhua Business Building."
"Then where are you working now?"
"At Songi Clothing, still doing clothing design."
"That’s... pretty good... hahaha—"
"Yeah—haha—"
The air once again fell into a dead silence.
The awkward atmosphere was nearly palpable.
Xu Qing’s head lowered deeply, her hands twisting together unconsciously, her cheeks burning red.
Lately, she’s been floating, frequently coming late and leaving early, whenever she had free ti she would run off to the Yannan Short Drama Base, guiding the land under the guise of "producer," spending little ti at the company.
Thus, she hadn’t realized Yao Lingling was gone.
Didn’t expect such a naive revelation to occur.
Ｏ(≧口≦)Ｏ
The usually cheerful and outgoing Yao Lingling now seed tense, her mind a cluttered ss.
At this mont, Cheng Qiuyu suddenly raised her head.
Asked: "Sister Qing, when did you and Tang... President Tang get together?"
"Ah!" The hairs on Xu Qing’s head stood on end, rubbing her hands, her eyes evasive: "It’s been over half a year, I guess."
(ÒωÓױ)! Is this a rival testing ?
Never expected such an ordinary morning, I, Miss Xu Qing, would be passively dragged into a ’palace drama’!
The problem is, I’m alone now, but the other side has two people.
A bit of a "lone tree can’t hold back the forest" situation.
She glanced again at Cheng Qiuyu’s big D across from her, feeling it was even more impressive than her bosom buddies.
Then looked over to Yao Lingling, her dark eyes darting around.
But switching the perspective.
If Yao Lingling is also Tang Song’s wing, then I’m not the smallest one!
The previous Lin Muxue, Jing, Wen Ruan, all those people, each holding her down, now with Little A Lingling stepping in, might not be a bad thing!
Thinking of this, Xu Qing puffed out her small chest, finally alleviating so of the tension from her face.
After receiving answers, Cheng Qiuyu’s lips were tightly pursed, no longer speaking.
More than half a year...
Senior Gao ngting, the beautiful and rich girl Tian Jing, plus Xu Qing in front of her.
In other words, Tang Song was at least juggling three ships at the sa ti.
She lowered her head, a flood of extrely complex emotions surged in her heart.
Both and a touch of dark, liberating glee.
All along, she saw herself as a despicable "third party."
A bad woman secretly keeping ambiguous relations with Tang Song against her incredibly kind senior.
This imnse sense of guilt weighed on her, making her breathless.
Causing her every interaction and ssage with Tang Song to feel like a burden.
Even when her mother said harsh things over the phone, she dared not retort directly like before.
But now she found out, things weren’t at all as she imagined.
Tang Song, he was never just one person’s senior.
It seems... she’s not that "heinous" after all.
Another silence ensued.
Xu Qing lifted her head, just eting Yao Lingling’s eyes.
Their eyes t, both sharing an awkward smile.
Xu Qing could only brace herself to start the awkward chat mode: "Songi Clothing is pretty good, are you two employees of the company?"
"Yes, Qiuyu is in visual design, I’m in clothing design, because the company wants to create its own brand, we were recruited by the senior."
"Oh right, I heard Songi Clothing’s recent windbreaker is really popular, I’ve seen it many tis."
"Yeah yeah!" Finally finding a familiar topic, Yao Lingling also breathed a sigh of relief, sitting up a bit straighter, "That windbreaker, I designed it."
It seems they finally found a topic, Xu Qing let out a breath, sitting up a bit straighter.
The two imdiately entered a tacit yet pointless discussion about "windbreakers."
Cheng Qiuyu sat there quietly, not speaking, appearing especially indifferent.
The light in the living room grew brighter and brighter, the awkward chat finally reached its unsustainable point.
Yao Lingling proactively spoke up, bringing the topic back on track, "Senior, about the house... when do you think it’s convenient for us to sign the contract?"
Xu Qing’s eyes flickered, standing up, "Lingling, co with , I’ve prepared a contract, you can take a look first."
"Oh, okay!"
Yao Lingling quickly stood up, following Xu Qing to the side bedroom.
The door closed softly.
Excluding Cheng Qiuyu’s gaze.
Xu Qing took a deep breath, got straight to the point: "Lingling, after thinking it over, there’s no need to sign the contract. We’re all one of our own, so no need to trouble with all that. I’m moving out tomorrow, will hand over the keys to you once it’s done."
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