Understanding a client's unspoken needs and doing one's best to meet them is one of the essential qualities of a professional "sycophant."
Lin Xiao takes everything he does extremely seriously.
Although he is now beginning to update his understanding and learn not to be so rigidly serious.
After all, we are all just dust.
There's no need to live such a fuss over a speck of dust.
But even now, Lin Xiao, who is earning a high salary, will still be extremely conscientious.
Because he updated his own understanding, but he didn't update the customer's understanding.
Customers spend money to obtain emotional satisfaction.
Lin Xiao walked to the horse and gently stroked its neck with his well-defined knuckles, feeling the horse's warm fur.
He gripped the saddle firmly with one hand, placed his toes lightly on the stirrups, and leaped forward. The whole movement was fluid, crisp, and clean.
He sat steadily on the horse's back, upright and straight, as if he was born to gallop on horseback.
Feeling the tingling sensation of Lin Xiao's embrace around her back, Song Qingliu handed him the reins.
"I didn't realize you had such a talent for horseback riding."
Lin Xiao smiled, squeezed his legs together, and the horse started to gallop.
“I’ve seen it on TV before. This horse is very docile.”
Lin Xiao's deep, magnetic voice rang in Song Qingliu's ears.
She felt as if an invisible feather had touched the tip of her heart.
Her body trembled slightly.
A strange chill ran through my body from my scalp.
Song Qingliu unconsciously softened and nestled in Lin Xiao's broad and strong embrace.
She told herself that it should be okay to lean on it for a while, right?
A warm, calming, elegant, and mysterious fragrance filled Lin Xiao's nostrils.
It's very unique and smells wonderful.
"Ms. Qing, you smell so good, what's that scent?"
Song Qingliu said softly, "It's the scent of iris and sandalwood."
The autumn afternoon sun was just right, casting a golden glow slanted down on the two of them.
After riding horses for half an hour, the two went to the changing room to take a shower and change back into their own clothes.
The two were having a picnic on a lawn under the shade of a tree.
A sky-blue checkered cloth was spread on the picnic mat.
Next to it was an elegant picnic basket filled with delicious dishes prepared by the club restaurant.
The fragrant roast duck, tender smoked salmon, various exquisite snacks, and a bottle of fine wine were all specially prepared for this picnic.
“I arranged all of this in advance,” Song Qingliu explained with a smile. “Knowing you didn’t eat lunch, I wanted to show you around here to relax a bit.”
Lin Xiao helped arrange the picnic basket, and then smiled and said, "President Qing's arrangements are really wonderful. I like roast duck."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingliu also squatted down to help, and the two of them went to get the red wine from the basket at the same time.
Fingertips touch.
Lin Xiao paused slightly, then casually picked up the wine bottle and said with a smile, "I'll do it, Qingliu."
Song Qingliu withdrew her hand and subconsciously smoothed the stray hairs at her temples.
My heart was gently stirred again.
She sat with her knees drawn up in a corner of the picnic mat, quietly watching Lin Xiao set the plates.
"Lin Xiao," she suddenly called out softly.
Lin Xiao hummed in response, without immediately looking up at her.
After waiting for a while and seeing that she still hadn't spoken, Lin Xiao realized that this was the first time Song Qingliu had called him by his name instead of Feng Qi during their meal.
He was momentarily stunned.
Today, Song Qingliu wore a white silk shirt with a bow at the collar, apricot-yellow high-waisted wide-leg pants, and white flat loafers.
Her jet-black hair was tied low at the back of her head.
Her skin was like solidified cream, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her eyes were full of affection.
It is as dazzling and soft as the leaves of a ginkgo tree in autumn.
Lin Xiaomo's dark eyes flashed, and he immediately came to his senses, smiling as he said, "Qingliu, you look beautiful today."
Song Qingliu asked with a smile, "How beautiful?"
Lin Xiao thought about it seriously for a moment, then said in a deliberately solemn tone, "Of all the beauty in the world, you possess eight out of ten."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingliu's smile deepened, and the curve of her eyes carried a hint of tenderness.
"What about the other two points?"
Lin Xiao smiled slightly and replied with a hint of mischief, "We have to leave a way out for others, right?"
Song Qingliu playfully scolded, "You're such a chatterbox."
But my heart felt as sweet as if it were soaked in honey.
At 2:30 p.m., Song Qingliu returned to the company with a radiant smile.
Assistant Gu Chen gave his radiant boss a deep look, hesitated, and said, "President Song, you are half an hour late today."
The spring-like smile vanished from Song Qingliu's face, and she said coldly, "I know. Next time... I'll be more careful."
Gu Chen pursed his lips, looking somewhat disbelieving.
“I remember, Lin Xiao’s birthday is also October 10th,” Song Qingliu said, opening the calendar on her phone. “It’s next Wednesday. You can prepare a perfume for him.”
A flicker of surprise and pain crossed Gu Chen's eyes, but he quickly concealed these emotions and regained his calm demeanor.
He nodded, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of sadness.
“Okay, Mr. Song. I will choose the most suitable perfume for Mr. Lin.”
Song Qingliu didn't notice the subtle change in Assistant Gu's tone; she simply nodded slightly and continued to focus on the date on her phone screen.
Gu Chen stood aside, sighing inwardly.
He knew he shouldn't have any expectations of her feelings, but seeing how much she cared for Lin Xiao, he still couldn't suppress the bitterness in his heart.
Isn't it a stand-in?
Why do stand-ins receive the same treatment as the original actors?
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