Seeing Jing Weiyang's expression, the secretary asked curiously:
"Madam, do you know Director Ning?"
"Director?" Jing Weiyang was a little surprised by this title. Could the female lead have been promoted so quickly?
"Yes, at last month's international fashion design competition, Director Ning's design 'Phoenix Soaring' won an international award, securing a contract worth over 100 million yuan for the company. President Shen promoted her directly to design director, making her the lead designer for this season's collection."
Despite the secretary's smiling explanation, Jing Weiyang's mood wasn't very pleasant; in fact, it was a little sour.
As expected of the female lead, she made a stunning debut as soon as she returned.
Someone must be extremely happy to have such a "general".
Even Jing Weiyang herself didn't realize that at this moment, there was a hint of sorrow in her eyes.
As they were talking, Ning Luoyao had already arrived in front of the two of them.
What brings you here?
She was clearly speaking to Jing Weiyang, but Jing Weiyang didn't speak. Instead, the secretary next to her excitedly interrupted to answer:
"Director Ning, Madam came specifically to bring lunch to President Shen,"
Jing Weiyang didn't know what her secretary was so excited about, but she hadn't said anything wrong, so she didn't refute her.
Just then, the secretary added, "Director Ning, what's that in your hand? A new design drawing?"
Ning Luoyao nodded, a slight blush spreading across her beautiful face, her smile tinged with shyness.
"These are the design sketches for the new season's main items that I stayed up all night to finish, so I was eager to show them to my brother Yu."
Jing Weiyang listened from the side, her smile growing even sweeter: Why was her mood becoming less and less beautiful?
Even though I know it's work, the idea of a male or female lead just makes me feel nauseous. :)
"Oh, I have to go, it wouldn't be good if I didn't run into him." Ning Luoyao seemed to wake from a dream, and smiled gently at Jing Weiyang:
"You're usually at home, so it's rare for you to come to the company. Why don't you take a good look around? If you're bored at home, you can ask Brother Yu to arrange a leisurely job for you to pass the time."
Her tone and manner were exactly like those of a mistress of the house.
The smile in Jing Weiyang's eyes vanished completely: I'm not dead yet!
She pouted her petal-like lips, speaking with a mixture of complaint and sweetness, perfectly embodying the image of a pampered little enchantress:
“I want to work, but my husband always says that this kind of thing is too tiring and not suitable for me. He also says that I am his baby and that he would feel sorry for me if I suffered any grievances outside. He tells me to stay at home and take care of him. What can I do?”
My goodness, does CEO Shen talk like this at home?
The secretary, listening nearby, blushed deeply, as if the word "baby" was being used to address her.
Ning Luoyao, standing to the side, had her beautiful nails dug deep into her palm; the sharp, clear pain brought her back to her senses somewhat.
But when he spoke, his voice was filled with barely suppressed gritted teeth: "Really? Then you're truly blessed."
It didn't sound like envy, but rather like a curse.
Jing Weiyang smiled even more sweetly, with a hint of shyness: "It's alright, it's just that my husband spoils me too much."
She's still pretending!
Ning Luoyao almost couldn't resist slapping her: You shameless slut!
Suppressing her resentment, she put on a relaxed demeanor and said:
"I'm leaving now, otherwise Brother Yu will be leaving soon."
Now it was Jing Weiyang's turn to have a dark expression. She narrowed her eyes:
Should she go along too?
Just then, the secretary suddenly spoke up:
"Oh, I forgot to mention, President Shen is in a meeting and doesn't have time, so he asked me to bring his wife down to look around. Director Ning, if you want to go, you can put the documents on my desk."
One sentence made the expressions of the two people next to him change:
One's face turned pale, then red; the other couldn't help but burst into laughter.
At this crucial moment, the one who was laughing couldn't resist adding insult to injury: "He's already so busy, yet he still forces me to bring him lunch. I wonder if he even has time to eat."
Her statement, seemingly a complaint, was actually a boast.
Ning Luoyao, standing beside him, kept her back stiff and didn't turn around for a long time.
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