"us?"

Tang Sui wrapped her arms around Tang Li's slender waist and laughed heartily:

"She is the woman I love most in this world."

Lin Yiyun's face was very ugly. She glared at her assistant, who was equally bewildered.

Because Lin Yiyun was in such a hurry to find someone, her assistant didn't have time to investigate Tang Sui's identity. Seeing Lin Yiyun's embarrassed look, Tang Sui felt a surge of anger and deliberately tried to annoy Lin Yiyun by asking Tang Li:

"Sis, what do you think about this job? Should I take it or not?"

Actually, Tang Sui is a few months older than Tang Li, but because she was adopted by the Tang family, she is the third child in the family.

Such a high salary is something most people would envy.

Tang Li nodded:

"Of course I accepted. Only a fool wouldn't take such a good job."

Since that's the case, Tang Sui readily said to Lin Yiyun:

"Ms. Lin, shall we sign this contract now, or would you like to reconsider?"

Lin Yiyun was furious; of course, she wouldn't sign Tang Sui again.

The assistant, however, saw through it all. She leaned over and whispered a few words to Lin Yiyun, after which Lin Yiyun's expression softened. As an actress, changing her expression quickly was her forte.

His face, which had just been ashen, was now flushed.

Lin Yiyun sat on the sofa and had her assistant unscrew the pen cap and hand it to Tang Sui.

"No need to think about it anymore, let's sign now."

Tang Sui sat down, took the pen, and was about to sign the contract when she stopped at the crucial moment.

"I remember Miss Lin saying that I set the salary, and that I could make any requests I wanted, right?"

Lin Yiyun remained calm, after all, she was the employer and could fire her at any time.

But what she really wanted to do was, since Tang Sui was Tang Li's sister, she should take advantage of this opportunity. If she couldn't deal with Tang Li, could she at least discipline her own employees?

So she nodded:

"What I said still stands."

Tang Sui grinned mischievously, put down his pen, and began to make outrageous demands:

"Alright, I want a salary of two million, monthly salary, after tax."

Upon hearing this, the assistant couldn't help but retort, "You might as well rob a bank."

Lin Yiyun, however, wore a smile:

"Can."

Is this even possible?

Even though she earns a lot, that's not how you spend money.

Tang Sui continued, "In the city center, I need a studio of more than 300 square meters, with three sides facing the river. Otherwise, my thinking will be limited, and I may not be able to create good works."

This isn't hiring a personal stylist, it's practically hiring a tyrant.

but!

Lin Yiyun readily agreed.

“I happen to have a large, single-level apartment by the river, over 500 square meters, which should be able to meet Miss Niao Niao’s creative needs.”

Tang Sui nodded:

“Apart from that, I travel by Maybach.”

Just yesterday, Lin Yiyun flaunted her wealth, saying that her fiancé gave her a Maybach.

That's easy to explain.

When asked if she had any other requests, Tang Sui turned around, took Tang Li's hand, and smiled at Lin Yiyun, saying:

"I have one last request, which is not really a request, just my personal little obsession with cleanliness."

It's normal for people in this line of work to be germaphobic.

Lin Yiyun understood and maintained a smile throughout:

Tell me about it.

Tang Sui begins to unleash her ultimate move:

"I have an emotional fastidiousness. Whether it's someone who buys my dress or someone who commissions me to make a dress, they must be clean in body and mind to be qualified to wear my designs. After all, art is elegant, and anyone or anything that cannot be considered elegant should stay away from great works of art."

That's a bit too profound a statement.

Seeing Lin Yiyun's bewildered look, Tang Sui was certain that she hadn't understood.

So Tang Sui said simply and directly:

"In essence, it means I don't work for people with moral blemishes, not even for clients as generous as Ms. Lin."

Lin Yiyun stood up angrily and questioned:

"What do you mean?"

Tang Sui hurriedly comforted him:

"Miss Lin, please don't misunderstand. I'm just informing you that I have a kind of germophobia. It doesn't mean that you are unclean or morally flawed."

But her words were clearly insulting.

Lin Yiyun could no longer tolerate it:

Are you kidding me?

Tang Sui stood up, smiling brightly, and asked:

"It's not about playing around, but we need to understand things clearly first. Ms. Lin, have you ever been involved in any third-party interference in your marriage?"

This is obvious.

Even before Tang Li divorced Huo Chenyu, she had already publicly announced during an interview that she was in a relationship, preparing for an engagement, and retiring from acting.

Lin Yiyun was furious, but knowing she was in the wrong, she told her assistant to kick the guests out.

Tang Sui didn't forget to embellish the story:

"It seems a pity that Miss Lin has done such disgraceful things. What a shame. There was once a job with an annual income of tens of millions in front of me. I examined my conscience and felt that it was better to be a clean person, otherwise one day I would fall into a ditch and be ridiculed by others."

She was clearly making a veiled attack.

Lin Yiyun rushed over like a madwoman, looking like she was about to fight.

Tang Li pulled Tang Sui away and slapped her across the face before Lin Yiyun could raise her hand.

Lin Yiyun, who was always the one bullying others, was stunned by the sudden slap:

"You dare hit me?"