Chapter 1375 - 1372: A Boss Worthy of Perfection
Adding this kind of talent, it’s impossible not to attract attention. Of course, she had only seen her boss’s super rich and stylish boyfriend a few times, and at that time, she had only one word: match, perfect match! Yeah, only such an outstanding man could match her perfect boss.
"Miss Chen, what are you thinking about? Why are you spacing out?" Zi Ruoxi glanced at her, puzzled. This assistant was getting stranger and stranger.
Zhang Hua snapped back to reality.
"Uh...nothing, nothing." Zhang Hua stammered, then remembered something, "Miss Zi, can I take some time off?"
"Do you have something going on?" Zi Ruoxi asked.
"My sister is sick at school, and I want to go see her." Zhang Hua said with some difficulty.
"Okay. Sure." Zi Ruoxi agreed without a second thought, then took a few US Dollars out of her LV bag and placed them on the table, speaking softly, "Go ahead, your sister’s health is important, and family care is even more important. Take this, it’s a little gesture from me. It’s not easy for you to support your sister to study here."
"This...how can I accept this?" Zhang Hua hesitated, trying to refuse.
Zi Ruoxi stood up and firmly placed the money in her hand.
"Why not? I say it’s okay, so it’s okay. Give my regards to her on my behalf. Haha!" Zi Ruoxi said with a laugh.
"But, what about these design drafts? The client wants to see them tomorrow. I’m afraid..." Zhang Hua said awkwardly, holding the blueprints that Zi Ruoxi had modified.
Before Zi Ruoxi could speak, she took the blueprints from Zhang Hua’s hands.
"It’s alright, leave it to me. You can copy the original designs onto my computer later; I can revise them quickly myself." Zi Ruoxi was very understanding of her subordinates.
This made Zhang Hua extremely touched, almost bringing her to tears on the spot. Soon, she followed Zi Ruoxi’s instructions, copied the blueprints over, and then left relieved.
The studio didn’t have many people to begin with. There were just five employees in total—one in finance, one in procurement, one in business, one in design, and herself. It was a small investment from the start. So the scale wasn’t big, but operating it wasn’t complicated either. Despite being a small-budget company, under Zi Ruoxi’s golden reputation, it managed to stand out quite vividly.
Right now, the designer was on leave, finance was out collecting payments, procurement often ran around fabric markets and was rarely seen in the studio. As for the business role, needless to say, they had meetings with clients scheduled early on, and wouldn’t be seen until the next day.
So, at present, Zi Ruoxi was the only one left in the studio. Plus, the design drafts needed to be finalized, so she had a lot on her plate.
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Qiao Muyun was still riding his silver-gray Marco Polo motorcycle, or more accurately, a customized racing bike. Ever since that black market race, not only was he close to a wreck, but even this bike suffered some wear. Friends advised him to sell it, but Qiao Muyun couldn’t bear to. Whether it was a person or an object, after being together for a long time, it seems there’s always some emotional attachment. He found a familiar, professional repair shop, replaced some parts, disassembled, and reassembled it, and now it was back to being a good-as-new racing bike.
While riding, his heart gradually became uneasy. He couldn’t quite explain why, but his right eye twitched fiercely, and he had just left from Zi Ruoxi’s place. Why did he have this reaction? He seemed unusually tense. Almost driving to where he lived, he didn’t stay in the university dormitory, but it wasn’t far from there either.
This was the only property left to him by the old man before his death—a decent-looking small villa. When they said small, it referred to its size; with two floors combined, it was less than two hundred square meters. For a super rich and prestigious family, this would be considered modest. Of course, given his status as an illegitimate child, having this was already quite good.
Otherwise, with Qiao Muyun’s capabilities, wanting to pay full price for a house once, not to mention a villa, even a regular apartment building would be problematic.
His eyes caught sight of the villa not far away, when suddenly. Qiao Muyun stomped hard on the brake pedal, and the bike came to a sudden stop. Suddenly, Qiao Muyun turned the handlebars, slid his foot down two steps, and had already changed direction.
He didn’t remove his helmet, just opened the visor, and took off his gloves, reaching into the pocket of his windbreaker, he pulled out a very feminine yellow ribbon. This...was the ribbon Zi Ruoxi used to tie his hair during that black market race. Why was he so uneasy? Qiao Muyun slowly caressed the item, then grasped it tightly in his palm with some force.
He went there with the intention of returning this item to her. Yet he never took it out. What was this implying, that he should go back again?
Or perhaps...clearly feeling his heartbeat speed up.
Qiao Muyun put the ribbon away, securely. Then immediately pulled down the visor, stepped on the accelerator. The motorcycle raced back towards its original route.
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Meanwhile, occurring at...
The university apartment at Caesar Courtyard
At this time, the main hall of the villa was sparsely populated, with everyone outside busy watering flowers and tending to trees. A tall African maid stood guard at the service desk. At this moment, she suddenly saw a graceful figure come into the hall.
"Tang Xue, can you watch the switchboard for me? I’m going outside to take a look." The maid called out to her.
Tang Xue glanced over, hesitating a moment.
"Alright." Tang Xue replied indifferently. Guarding the front desk was always too boring, but it had to be done. Because, any moment, there could be a call or a command, like an order from Uncle Ye, or occasionally the Young Master might call, saying what he wants for dinner, requesting special preparations or something.
Generally, they hired people to take turns at the switchboard. And today, it was supposed to be that African maid on duty.
"Thank you, Tang Xue, you’re too kind. I knew you would agree." The dark-skinned maid replied happily, flashing overly white teeth. However, when Africans don’t smile, they can look somewhat unappealing, but when they do smile, they’re exceptionally radiant and beautiful.
Tang Xue observed her expressive face, and offered a reserved smile. Then went over to switch shifts with her.
The hall quieted down again, and Tang Xue stared at the phone absentmindedly. Ever since they returned from their sea trip, they had been inseparable, entering and exiting as a pair multiple times. Even intimately kissing several times in the hall, in a corner, or some hidden place. Tang Xue saw this with her own eyes, felt hurt in her heart, but couldn’t change any of it. Why? How could they hurt others yet be so happy?