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Qiao Xiaoluan had always wanted to find a way to escape this predicament. Since Huangfu Yan had come to her, she decided to seize the opportunity.
From a young age, she had a talent for performance; whenever she cried to her grandfather, she could always squeeze out two lines of hot tears. This time, she employed the same tactic: "Grandpa, I finally understand why he makes me work late. He... he is looking for an opportunity... to tease me, to take advantage of me..." Qiao Xiaoluan vividly and exaggeratedly described how Huangfu Yan had taken liberties with her while she was asleep.
Even when Old Qiao brought Huangfu Yan in for questioning, Qiao Xiaoluan maintained her composure.
As for Huangfu Yan, having observed Qiao Xiaoluan up close, he found himself caught off guard and did not refute her claims.
"Old Qiao, I am willing to take responsibility for Miss Qiao," Huangfu Yan said after a long silence.
In the midst of her dramatic accusations, Qiao Xiaoluan fell off her chair with a loud thud upon hearing this.
Wincing in pain, she quickly stopped Huangfu Yan, saying, "No, no need for that. It's just a small matter."
Old Qiao remarked, "If it's such a small matter, why are you making such a big fuss?"
Qiao Xiaoluan turned her head in anguish; lately, she had been stepping on her own toes repeatedly.
There was nothing worse than plotting against someone only to end up working under them.
Now, if Huangfu Yan were to say that she made him feel bad, Qiao Xiaoluan would definitely not argue back.
She complained about Huangfu Yan's various faults over the phone to Ji Shuxuan and concluded by hoping that Ji Shuxuan would hurry back to drive away Huangfu Yan and save her.
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Xiaoluan felt parched with indignation, suddenly sensing the corridor's eerie atmosphere.
She turned around, trembling slightly, and smiled charmingly, "Hello, General Manager."
"Are you dissatisfied with me?" Huangfu Yan pressed closer.
"It's not your fault; I rarely find satisfaction in others," Qiao Xiaoluan forced herself to remain calm.
He stepped closer, and she found her back pressed tightly against the floor-to-ceiling window. Huangfu Yan leaned in, his hands framing her face as he asked with a hint of jealousy, "You seem quite pleased with Ji Shuxuan?"
Qiao Xiaoluan widened her eyes and gasped.
Though she usually didn't indulge in daydreams, Huangfu Yan's serious demeanor made her feel that her charm had once again captivated a man's heart.
"Oh dear, General Manager,"
she feigned shyness, "I may appear passionate and exuberant on the outside, but deep down, I'm quite conservative and innocent. Compared to infatuation at first sight, I appreciate love that develops over time. So, you still have a chance—plenty of chances—over Ji Shuxuan."
Huangfu Yan frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Qiao Xiaoluan continued to act coyly, "Actually, I'm quite curious—when did you become enchanted by the charm I exude from within?"
"Move aside, move aside."
Young Lady Qiao, who had been quietly doing her job, surprised everyone by deciding to clean the ceiling.
Cleaning the ceiling was not part of the cleaning staff's duties, but Qiao Xiaoluan enthusiastically picked up a four-meter-long Feather Duster, calling out as she walked into the general manager's office.
Just as Huangfu Yan was about to say, "Didn't we agree that I shouldn't have to clean while I work?" Qiao Xiaoluan unbuttoned her work uniform.
Huangfu Yan was momentarily taken aback and sprayed coffee everywhere. "Cough, cough—"
"How annoying, this just adds to my workload," Qiao Xiaoluan pouted playfully as she quickly took off her outer clothing, revealing a low-cut, sequined mini dress and black fishnet stockings underneath.
Then, she began to dance around with the four-meter-long Feather Duster.
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