Lin Qiaoyi didn't expect to become famous by day 2 . But fate , as usual was in a trolling mood.
By 10 am , the executive floor was buzzing - not about stock prices or managers - but about her .
The intern who poured coffee on CEO Mo and survived . Rumour had it she even smiled afterward. Some said she was a secret mistress. Others claimed she had dirt on the company.
All of them were wrong .
Except maybe about the smiling part .
"Why are you here?" came a high syrupy voice behind her.
Qiaoyi turned to see Chen Manman , senior secretary , office queen and professional rumour generator .
Dressed in high heels enough to be considered weapons , Manman
looked her over from head to toe , pausing dramatically at Qiaoyi 's fluffy pink slippers.
Yes. Slippers.
Qiaoyi smiled , " Oh I was told I could relax a bit ."
" You're on the executive floor , not a spa . "
" Well ," Qiaoyi said cheerfully . " It's my second day reporting directly to CEO Mo , and I thought comfort might improve productivity."
Several nearby interns gasped . Chen Manman smile freeze .
" You're reporting directly to the CEO ?"
Qiaoyi blinked innocently . " Did I say that out loud ."
A few assistant nearby began whispering . One even dropped her pen.
Chen Manman's eyes narrowed . "You know , people like you don't last long."
"Oh." Qiaoyi said brightly . " Clumsy low level interns ?"
" No. Girls who get too full themselves ."
Qiaoyi stepped forward and gently brushed imaginary lint from Manman's collar.
"Well, lucky for me ." she whispered sweetly , I'm not full of myself . Just full of coffee . I have the stains to prove it ."
With that , she turned and walked away cheerfully in her slippers.She stepped into
the elevator , sighing in relief only to freeze
when she noticed the tall , sharp figure Mo Zixuan already inside .
He raised a brow as the door closed .
"Slippers? "
Qiaoyi replied, " Productivity enhancement."
His lips twitched - almost a smile and said it was and interesting strategy.
After a moment of silence in a quieter voice ,
" Chen Manman doesn't like you ."
Qiaoyi looked at him . "That's okay I don't collect fans . Just coffee mugs ."
The elevators dinged . Doors opened.
As he stepped out first, Mo Zixuan spoke without looking back .
" Change your shoes next time ."
She grinned . " You noticed them ?"
" I noticed everything. "
And with that he disappeared down the hall, leaving Qiaoyi wondering if he was amused or was she in deeper trouble than she thought ?