Cloud Stream Building, Songmei Clothing.

The scent of food and the rich aroma of coffee intertwined in the pantry around noon.

Lingling sat by the window, enjoying her healthy low-fat meal while eagerly sharing recent gossip with Cheng Qiuyu across the table.

Cheng Qiuyu responded in a whisper, her cold and pretty face showing little expression.

After a while.

She seemed to casually ask, "Lingling, is President Tang... returning to Yan City today?"

"Yeah!" Lingling nodded energetically, her eyes suddenly brightening, "He told me this morning, saying he would arrive in Yan City at noon, but whether he’ll come to the office is uncertain."

"Will President Tang come to the office today?"

Lingling looked at Qiuyu across the table, flashing a mischievous smile, "You should ask President Tang yourself; I really don’t know. By the way, you’re dressed so beautifully today, is it because he’s coming back?"

"Ah!" Cheng Qiuyu exclaimed, quickly waving her hand, "No, today... today our company’s HEYI STUDIO brand is having its first show, so I’m just dressed a bit more formally."

"Alright, hehe." Lingling chuckled and said nothing more, lowering her head to continue poking at the few strips of chicken breast in her bowl.

Actually, she was well aware of her aloof friend’s little thoughts; she simply chose not to expose them.

Lately, Qiuyu often inquired with her about when their senior would return.

She even purposely wore full makeup today and changed into a figure-flattering outfit.

It’s as obvious as the intentions of Sima Zhao, known to everyone.

Of course, the reason she could face this "competitor" so calmly was merely because—

She’s been discouraged by various formidable figures far too many times.

Not to mention Lin Muxue and Sister Wen Ruan in the past, even the company’s routinely interacting Executive Vice President, Gao Mengting.

Any one of them could easily defeat her, Lingling.

Relatively speaking, this aloof and introverted designer, Qiuyu, seemed less aggressive.

Then she couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Qiuyu’s majestic and full D-cup chest across the table, admitting that it was indeed quite sexy.

That’s the real deal, not like herself, who has to resort to "padding fraud" just to maintain appearances.

Thinking of this, Lingling couldn’t help but use the butt of her chopstick to poke her fake chest, feeling a bit disheartened.

In this context, she seemed like the least impressive one.

After lunch, she returned to her workstation.

Watching the countdown ticking away on the computer screen.

The heart that was relatively calm started racing uncontrollably.

At 7 o’clock this evening, in He Yiyi’s live broadcast room.

The first batch of five products from the HEYI STUDIO brand will officially go on sale.

Her windbreaker is the definite flagship product among those five, set to debut at prime time.

This is her first creation at Songmei Clothing and her first time as an independent designer, having her name printed on the label.

Exceedingly important, it’s also the moment that defines her entire value.

Thinking of this, Lingling became restless, spinning around in her chair, her ample hips creating a voluptuous curve against the seat.

A little after two in the afternoon.

Lingling finished using the restroom and strolled to Qiuyu’s workstation, bending down to whisper, "Qiuyu, I’m heading downstairs to buy a cup of milk tea, want to join?"

She’s avoided milk tea, a "joyful source," for two or three months due to fitness and body shaping.

She’s actually longed for it. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

On such a crucial day, she felt she needed a cup of full-sugar, icy milk tea to stimulate her dopamine.

To ease the nearly overflowing tension within.

"No thanks, I ate quite a bit at noon." Cheng Qiuyu shook her head, her gaze still fixed on the computer screen.

Making final pixel-level detail optimizations to the poster she just completed designing.

"Alright, then I’m off, bye!" Lingling flashed an OK hand gesture, leaving the office with quick steps.

She took the elevator straight to the first floor.

After picking up her goods from the open beverage shop downstairs.

She sat in a corner chair, contentedly sipping her favorite brown sugar milk tea.

That sweet and comforting feeling slightly eased her taut nerves.

She checked the time.

Only then did she stand up, swipe her card, and enter the elevator hall.

At this time, the elevator hall was sparsely populated, appearing particularly empty and quiet.

While waiting for the elevator.

Lingling, munching on the chewy pearls, couldn’t resist letting her thoughts wander again.

The reason she’s so nervous is that the answer will be revealed tonight.

If the GMV (Gross Merchandise Value) of her designed windbreaker can exceed 4 million in a single session.

Then she will have a chance for Tang Song to grant one of her wishes.

Just thinking about that wish made her cheeks flush involuntarily.

Windbreaker! You must help me make a name!

Just as she was lost in her thoughts.

"Ding—"

The elevator doors slid open gently before her.

Lingling, sipping her milk tea, lowered her head and walked in.

The elevator doors closed slowly.

A vague figure drew closer, standing behind her.

Lingling even felt the person was eyeing her big butt.

She immediately sidestepped to avoid, turning sideways and placing her backside flush against the cold elevator wall.

Since she began showcasing her pear-shaped figure talent, she’s often been subjected to ill-intentioned glances on certain occasions, which has also cultivated a self-protective habit.