Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 567 - 399: Shi Yang Studio (2)

"Hey, I picked up a bouquet of flowers downstairs. It's said to be delivered to our studio, but no one mentioned who it's for. Does anyone know who ordered these flowers?"

Everyone looked over in response, only to see another female colleague carrying a large bouquet of luscious, fresh flowers as she walked in.

The bouquet was exquisitely wrapped, layers of colorful roses with vibrant petals glowing softly under the lights, adorned with fresh green leaves and white baby's breath. The fragrant aroma quickly filled the entire studio.

Yaoyao's eyes instantly sparkled like stars, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, what beautiful flowers!"

Another girl couldn't wait to stand up, stretched her neck to count carefully, and marveled:

"My goodness, so many flowers, it must have cost quite a bit!"

"It must be expensive! Such a big bouquet, it wouldn't be less than eight hundred to a thousand yuan.

But what's strange is that they didn't say whom it's for, and only said to deliver to the studio. Could it be for you, Yaoyao?" The girl holding the flowers suddenly turned her gaze to Yaoyao, the only one with a boyfriend.

Yaoyao quickly waved her hand in denial, "How could it be! My boyfriend is so stingy, if he gives me a single rose, I'd have to thank the heavens. He would never spend so much money on such a big bouquet."

As she spoke, she turned to look at the gossip-loving girl.

Before Yaoyao could speak, the gossip girl hastily shook her head, "Don't look at me! I've been single for so long; no one has been pursuing me recently, so it definitely can't be mine."

The girl holding the flowers was full of doubt, "That's strange, I'm sure it's not for me either. Who on earth are these flowers for?"

Just then, Li Wei pushed his glasses and calmly analyzed, "Try looking inside the flowers, usually, flower deliveries come with a card, and it should say who the recipient is."

Yaoyao's eyes lit up, and she immediately, along with the other two girls, carefully started searching within the bouquet.

Before long, deep within the layers upon layers of petals and leaves, they indeed found a delicate card.

Excitedly, Yaoyao pulled out the card and teasingly looked at Li Wei, "Good job, Li Wei, you guessed right! Seems like you often send flowers and know this well."

Li Wei's face instantly turned beet-red, stumbling as he defended, "That's, that's just common sense! Stop joking around, quickly check whom it's for."

Yaoyao stopped teasing him and unfolded the card to look, but suddenly froze.

The gossip girl was getting anxious and snatched the card, "Read it out loud! Why are you spacing out?"

But after she read it, she too stood in shock. Seeing this, the other two gathered around.

Li Wei stared at the writing on the card, reading it word by word, "To my moonlight Shi Yang, signed: Running Lion."

"It's actually for Sister Yang?!" The gossip girl widened her eyes, full of gossip, as though she had discovered a shocking secret.

Yaoyao clapped her hands and realized, "Oh gosh! I should have thought of it. A while ago, several bouquets were delivered to the studio, and all recipients were Sister Yang. In a hurry, I actually forgot all about it!"

The gossip girl nodded vigorously, her head bobbing like a garlic press, "Exactly! Last month there were so many flower deliveries, with sender's names more bizarre each time, like 'Gentle Little White Elephant,' and someone claiming to be 'Hai City's Eddie Peng.' We laughed for quite a while back then!"

The girl holding the flowers also joined in, recalling while supplementing:

"There were also names like 'Melancholic Lone Traveler' and 'Free-willed Wandering Poet.' These quirky pen names surely aren't from the same person!

But speaking of which, these men are really timid, not one dares to leave their real name openly!"

Yaoyao cautiously cradled the large bouquet of flowers, leaning closer to observe.

The luscious red roses layered upon each other with snow-like white baby's breath in between, a delicate golden ribbon tied into a beautiful bow, intertwined with shimmering fairy lights, reflecting dreamy glows under the lights.

She couldn't help but marvel, "Look at this arrangement, there must be three or four hundred flowers at least?

And look at the packaging, the ribbon and the baby's breath are imported, the fairy lights are color-changing, it must have cost a good few thousand yuan. Seems like this suitor not only is willing to spend but put quite some thought into it!"

"Indeed a grand gesture! Nowadays, there aren't many willing to spend so much money and effort pursuing a girl, seems like he sincerely likes Sister Yang."

The gossip girl spoke while thoughtfully turning to Li Wei with a teasing tone, "Look at that, Li Wei, if you're really considering pursuing Sister Yang, you'll have to pay a real price, don't just talk!"

Li Wei, whose face was still flushed from Yaoyao's earlier teasing, looking at the expensive bouquet, instantly deflated, draping his head in defeat:

"Forget it... Among those who want to pursue Sister Yang, even just those sending flowers are more extravagant than the last. My salary isn't enough to cover even the tip of that bouquet's cost, let Sister Yang be the goddess beyond my reach."

Everyone was amused by Li Wei's dejected look, laughter erupted in the studio, and the atmosphere instantly became light-hearted and joyful.

But before the laughter faded, Shi Yang's office door suddenly creaked open with a bang.

Everyone, like startled birds, hastily grabbed equipment and documents at hand, scrambling back to their workstations. The sound of keyboards typing and camera shutters snapping rose swiftly.

Only the girl with the flowers stood dumbfounded, watching her colleagues suddenly quiet down, completely unaware of the reason behind their panic.

Shi Yang scanned the room with a cold gaze, his eyes filled with discontent, his tone icy:

"Is work time meant for chit-chatting and gossiping? Have the photos been edited? Have the proposals been written? Are the performance metrics for this month met?"

Yaoyao and the others bowed their heads, not daring to breathe, no one wanting to annoy Shi Yang at that moment.

Only the clueless girl still stood holding the bouquet, out of place and bewildered.

Looking at Shi Yang at the doorway with a stern face, the girl thought of the vibrant bouquet in her hands, as if grabbing a lifeline, quickly trotted forward, smiling as she spoke:

"Sister Yang! I received this flower downstairs just now, they said it's for our studio.

I specifically looked at the card, it says it's for you. Must be your admirer, so thoughtful, such a large bouquet, it must be pr..."

"Why are you only arriving now?"

Shi Yang abruptly spoke, eyes sharp as ice staring directly at her. His tone carried no warmth, "Did you request leave in advance?"

Wang Li's smile instantly froze, the words she prepared choked in her throat under Shi Yang's piercing gaze, stammering without being able to speak: "I, I..."

Shi Yang didn't give her a chance to explain, instead directly turning to Yaoyao at her station, voice chilling:

"Yaoyao, mark Wang Li as late today. According to studio regulations, deduct the corresponding amount from her salary this month.

If late three times consecutively, then her performance bonus for the month will be fully deducted."

With that said, he turned his gaze to the stunned Wang Li, "Got it?"

Wang Li's face turned pale instantly, nodding hastily, her voice trembling: "Got, got it. I promise I won't be late again next time, Sister Yang, I'm sorry..."

She subconsciously glanced toward Yaoyao for help, but Yaoyao acted like she hadn't noticed, head down, furiously typing on her keyboard, pretending to be engrossed in work.

Just as Shi Yang was about to turn and return to the office, Wang Li suddenly remembered the bouquet in her hands, hurriedly shouting, "Sister Yang, then what about these flowers?"

"Throw them away." Shi Yang didn't look back, his voice straightforward without a hint of hesitation.

Wang Li looked at the expensive flowers in her hands, full of reluctance, "These flowers must be quite pricey, it'd be such a waste to throw them away!"

Shi Yang didn't stop, speaking over his shoulder, "If you're unwilling, keep them yourself."

With those words, he slammed the office door shut, isolating everyone outside.