"She's the best designer in the capital. She's from Elite Fashion World. How can you not know your most outstanding employees, President Lu?"

Lu Aotian looked like he really didn't know. "I only know that the former most outstanding designer of Elite Fashion World is DY."

Wan Jia did not know what to say to him. "DY is Dai Youran. I met her today. Wait, why did you call her 'former'?"

"Isn't it obvious? She will soon be replaced by my little wife." he pinched her cheek as he said so.

Wan Jia blushed from the sky high compliment and kissed his lips. "I'll do my best not to disappoint you."

"I'm sure of that. However, don't be too close to people in the company. It will save you from getting into unnecessary trouble."

"Mmh, got it."

"Should I help you find a suitable assistant? The company lets you chose your own assistants to avoid complaints about bad relationship between you and your assistants. Your CEO must have recieved some applications by now. If you decide on one, I'll help you check their background."

"President Lu, we made a deal that you would not interfere with my work." she pouted.

"How is this interfering? I only want my woman to be comfortable at work."

She playfully tapped his nose. "Then President Lu should keep his nose to himself. I do not wish to hire an assistant for now."

He grabbed her waist and tickled her hard as if punnishing her for what she had just said. She laughed so hard that her stomach ached. "Stop...stop it!" The room was filled with her pleas for him to stop tickling her.

"Go to sleep now." He finally stopped and hugged her closer.

"You're not going to your room?"

"You don't want me here?"

She indeed did not. How would she be able to sleep? She needed to wake up early the next morning and could not afford to have a sleepless night.

Lu Aotian held his chest in mock heartbreak when he saw how silent she was. She did not want him to sleep next to her! How was this fair? She was being such a bully.

Whenever she needed protection, she would appear in his bed unannounced and occupy the space right in his arms; but when he wanted to sleep in her bed, he would be barnished back to his lonely room. He wanted to fight for his justice!

...

In the next few days, Wan Jia spent most of her time in her office. The view from her office window really proved to work wonders as it kept her in an incredibly good mood. She had also been spending some of her time to redecorate her office in a warm color theme. There were also two beautiful paintings on the wall in addition to an exquisite flower pot with white roses by the window.

Although the office had been basically turned into a white parlour with a tiny bit of pink, it looked beautiful and classy, like it belonged to a very elegant lady.

"It finally looks like a lady's office." she remarked in satisfaction as she sat behind the desk.

Her phone flashed with the name 'Sis Lihua' displayed on the screen.

She picked it up. "Hello, Sis Lihua?"

"Little Wan, are you very busy? I may need to trouble you again."

"You have never been trouble to me. Coincidentally, I also have a favour to ask of you. I'm in my office right now. How about I meet you at lunch time?"

"Sure. I'll send you the location."

At lunch time, Wan Jia made her way out amidst some whispers from her colleagues.

"Who is that girl? I haven't seen her before."

"I saw her walking in with Vice President Lu a few days ago. Maybe she's a trainee or a new designer."

"Trainee, new designer? Are you kidding me? She was assigned the corner office. Is that something just anyone can enjoy?"

"You must be joking, right? That can't be true."

The corner office was the one at the end of the corridor on the top floor. Simply put, Wan Jia's current office. Due to its beautiful view, every designer at Elite Fashion World desired it.

It had always been empty and had not been given to anyone. Not even Dai Youran. Just who was Wan Jia to be given this much privilege?

They were very envious. However, they could not cause a fuss. Who told their luck to not be as good as Wan Jia's?

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Wan Jia met Lin Lihua over lunch. The latter seemed to be very tired today.

"Sis Lihua, are you alright? You look very pale." she asked worriedly as she touched her forehead.

"Look at me. Which part of me looks okay?" she lamented.

Wan Jia blinked uneasily. "Sis Lihua, you're scaring me. What happened?"

"A fashion disaster happened! You know how I've been attending very many events lately, right? I have a movie premiere tomorrow!"

Wan Jia frowned. "How is that a fashion disaster?"

"It's not just a disaster. It's the worst kind of emergency. Little Wan, I just can't get the right attire. My manager keeps showing me gowns but I don't like any of them!" she pouted like a child. If Wan Jia did not know her age, she would never believe that she was a thirty year old.

Well, the truth was her manager had shown her very beautiful and elegant gowns. She was just being so paranoid that she did not even spare them a single glance and simply dismissed them.