The man behind her kept asking.
Helpless, she had to say, "Which gown do you think looks good?"
The man behind her paused and pointed to a rose-red fishtail satin long dress not far away, "That one."
Su Xingyu’s eyebrows twitched; she knew she shouldn’t have asked him. That gown was so extravagant it could be used for a solo concert. How could she wear it to the annual event? "It’s beautiful, but too formal," she tried to tell him casually, "I’ll choose sothing simpler."
"Red is festive." His voice sounded in her ear, insisting.
Su Xingyu was almost moved to tears by this reason—festive?!
What ancient year did he crawl out from, thinking the company’s annual event needed a festive-thed gown?
"I’d better change...," she said reluctantly, her bright eyes scanning the multitude of dresses until she found a short red one, "That one, the callia cheongsam embroidered by my grandmother, is quite festive." The callia cheongsam only reached the thigh; though luxurious, it was also chic and convenient, suitable for the annual event. But what about the gown Lu Shifeng picked? The fishtail was dragging on the ground, too attention-grabbing.
Lu Shifeng disagreed: "You’re wearing the long one."
Callia cheongsam? Forget it!
Lu Shifeng recalled the small party with Lee Lei and others, where she wore the callia cheongsam; the splendid embroidered flowers outlined her tantalizing figure. He didn’t want that alluring her to be displayed to outsiders again. Mr. Lu possessively held her tighter; she should obediently wear the long one!
"Lu Shifeng..." Su Xingyu tried to reason with him.
Mr. Lu tilted his head and gently kissed her earlobe, his voice hoarse: "You’d better listen to , or I can’t guarantee what other ans I might use."
"What other ans can you...!" Su Xingyu stopped halfway, gasping in surprise.
The Boss was nibbling lightly on her earlobe, with his increasingly heavy breathing and restless hands indicating one thing—
He was very dangerous now.
Su Xingyu’s inner rabbit suddenly understood. If he wanted to prevent her from wearing the short callia cheongsam, it was simple—just leave red and purple marks all over her body!
She... She didn’t want that!
Realizing this, Su Xingyu’s inner rabbit suddenly beca obedient, her breath unsteady as she said, "Okay, okay... Don’t do this... I’ll wear the long one, I promise you..."
The Boss responded with satisfaction and carried her horizontally to the bed.
She gasped again, raised her hand to his chest, making futile resistance, "Lu Shifeng, you..." Her mind raced, thinking about sothing, "The one-month deadline we agreed on is approaching, isn’t it? It’s on the day of the annual event, right? I’ve done my best to fulfill your photography demands; will you spare the Qin Family?"
At such a mont, she brought up the Qin Family!
Lu Shifeng was so angry he almost sneered, tearing open her thin cashre sweater, his tone unpredictable: "You guess?"
"I... Ah!" Poor Su Xingyu the little rabbit completely lost her chance to resist, falling into the Boss’s clutches.
This ti, he at least considered the upcoming annual event and rcifully didn’t leave too many suspicious marks on her.
The hapless Su Xingyu the little rabbit greeted the day of the annual event.
She obediently wore the rose-red fishtail gown designated by the Boss and went to the event site with a sense of resignation.
Why resignation?
Because she knew, this fishtail gown was really too flashy!
The gauzy satin stitching on the long gown exuded a dreamlike allure, adorned with tiny diamonds like stars, highlighting its costly price. The most striking feature was the gown’s trailing fishtail hem, spreading out like a koi’s tail, gracefully flowing, ensuring a two hundred percent return rate.
Although, Su Xingyu’s slender and graceful figure looked extrely beautiful in this long gown.
Although her steps were poised, elegantly captivating.
Yet this long gown still seed excessively formal for the annual event, where most female employees wore basic gowns worth only a few thousand or ten thousand. Even Zhuang Heng, a socialite, only donned a simple gown worth tens of thousands. But the dress on her, just the diamond inlays cost hundreds of thousands, not to ntion other design and labor fees.
"Look at Su Xingyu, as expected of Mr. Lu’s girlfriend, that gown looks beautiful."
"What? Small-tirs will be small-tirs, always showing off at the first chance they get. Can’t she see that Miss Zhuang Heng is the real lady of status, dressing so discreetly?"
"Now that you ntion it, it’s true..."
"But it’s still very beautiful. Though the hemline drags on the ground, indeed unsuitable for today’s event. This type of gown should be worn in a clean upper-class grand ballroom, shouldn’t it?"
Everyone discussed, with various opinions.
Su Xingyu noticed their pointing and felt uncomfortable, but at this point, she had to maintain a composed deanor and head toward the photography center’s table.
Many colleagues from the photography center had also just arrived and were chatting. Seeing her, they were drawn to her dazzling rose-red gown.
Anna was the first to smile and say, "Xingyu, you’re really beautiful today."
Su Xingyu had tears in her heart, yet outwardly she had to smile lightly: "Thank you."
Yun Xi snorted coldly beside her, "Humph, a nouveau riche with no taste."
Su Xingyu had tears in her heart again, finding herself aligned with Yun Xi for once, thinking the words were spot on. She really wanted to drag Yun Xi in front of the tasteless big Boss, letting Yun Xi tell him this directly to save him from his bizarre straight male aesthetic!
Wearing her elegant champagne-colored evening gown, Zhuang Heng stood to the side, smiling ambiguously at Su Xingyu, as if watching a joke, "Xingyu, if you don’t understand matching, you can ask for advice. Your outfit... wearing it to the annual event is quite unsuitable. The hem gathers dust soon, looking unsightly."
This ti, Su Xingyu didn’t shed tears. It was one thing for others to mock her, but Zhuang Heng was not allowed!
The entire photography center felt awkward witnessing the unfolding scenario—Miss Zhuang was going to clash with Su Xingyu again? Before the entire company, at the annual event, wasn’t this unsuitable?
Before these thoughts fully circled, Su Xingyu coolly retorted, "I would love to ask for your advice, Miss Zhuang, but Shifeng was too adamant about wearing this, so I had no choice."
Effortlessly, she pushed the bla onto the Boss.
Zhuang Heng’s expression instantly changed; no matter how well she feigned, the words hit her hard.
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