Sis, take a break, Xiao Yuan said, handing a cup of lemon water to Gu Xiaofeng. Hard work pays off—we’ve finally finished for today!
Gu Xiaofeng took the cup and took a slow sip. Now that the last set of commercial shots was done, they could fly home tomorrow. Her phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, she walked to a secluded spot and answered.
I’m abroad filming. Mom! Can you please stop mentioning that man.
On the other end, Wang Baozhen was still listing Xu Yanzhe’s virtues, adamantly demanding her daughter reconcile with him. “If you marry Yanzhe, you’ll be the Young Mistress of the Xu family. Half their assets will belong to you two. He listens to you—think of your brother’s future!
Gu Xiaofeng’s expression turned terrifyingly cold. Mom, I’m your child too! Why don’t you think of me? Why don’t you ask if I want this?
How am I not thinking of you?! With Xu Yanzhe’s status, what is there to be unhappy about? Don’t be too picky! Just because you’re a big star doesn’t mean men are lined up across the globe for you to choose from! Listen to your mother. Seize the opportunity while you’re young.”
Don’t you know what kind of person he is? Everyone knows he messes around with other women.
There was a pause. Men are young and full of energy; they’re bound to make mistakes. As long as you are the official wife, sometimes you just have to turn a blind eye.
Gu Xiaofeng’s voice hit freezing point. Mom, what do you take me for? Are you short on money? Do you want to climb the social ladder that badly?
“How dare you talk to me like that?!” Wang Baozhen snapped back. “I’m doing this for your own good! Is being a wealthy socialite not good? Do you want to end up like me, married to a loser for your whole life? I just want a better life for you and less struggle for your brother. I’m telling you, you must make up with Yanzhe! Call him today!”
And I’m telling you, Gu Xiaofeng replied, I will never call him. And I will never marry him!
You! You’re going to be the death of me! You’re grown now, wings are strong, so you won’t listen
Gu Xiaofeng hung up, her face a mask of indifference. Xiao Yuan approached, seeing her expression, and asked worriedly, “Sis, are you okay?
Gu Xiaofeng stared into the distance, her eyes hollow. A self-mocking smile touched her lips. “I’m fine. Better than ever.
When Gu Xiaofeng arrived back at the Royal Palace, a mischievous gust of wind greeted her the moment she stepped out of the car. It instantly scattered her long, silky black hair across her face. Amidst the chaotic strands, her cold, fair features looked breathtakingly stunning.
As she reached up to smooth her hair, she ran right into Tu Yiyi—the world’s most diligent receptionist—heading off to work.
Though Yiyi wasn’t great at the actual job, she was never late. She often arrived early, greeting everyone with a beam: “Good morning, Mr. X!” “Good morning, Ms. Y!” This was a habit from Tushan Village, where she greeted every villager—and even the swans in the pond (though she usually scared them away). Many male employees at ZL now arrived early just to hear the pretty receptionist’s greeting.
Cao-cao, you’re back!” Yiyi was overjoyed to see her. Seeing Gu Xiaofeng holding her wind-swept hair, looking effortlessly glamorous, Yiyi’s heart throbbed. She stared blankly for several seconds. Then, as if driven by an invisible force, she walked over to help with the luggage. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in over two months. I missed you! You look so beautiful today!”
Gu Xiaofeng looked at her. If it weren’t for the fact that Yiyi’s eyes were too clear and her smile too sweet—the quintessential look of a “lovable fool”—she would have thought she was being harrassed by a greasy flirt.
“Miss, how can you do this? Let me handle this rough work,” Zhuo Jin said, taking the two large suitcases from Yiyi.
Gu Xiaofeng: “…” Why does it feel like I was the ‘rough laborer’ until Yiyi stepped in?
Sis, why did you carry those yourself?” Xiao Yuan asked after parking. He recognized Yiyi immediately. I remember you! You’re the one who drove Sis Gu away when Young Master Xu was causing trouble.
Yiyi nodded, then glanced at her watch. Heavens, I’m going to be late! “Bye Cao-cao! Let’s talk later! She dove into the Ferrari. Jian Lei floored it, and the red car shot out like a fox’s tail.
Gu Xiaofeng turned to Zhuo Jin. Your mistress is…?
Zhuo Jin gave a proud smile. “Miss is rushing to work.
Xiao Yuan blinked. “Where does she work? Is she a Director? CEO? Chairman?”
My lady doesn’t like stressful work, Zhuo Jin replied politely. She’s a receptionist at ZL. She loves the job, and we love it too; she comes home with so many fresh stories every day. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Xiao Yuan, I must go feed the chickens.
Xiao Yuan:
Once inside, Xiao Yuan couldn’t help himself. Sis, don’t you think the family next door is weird?
Gu Xiaofeng curled her lip. What’s weird about it? Can a girl living in a villa not be a receptionist? Shallow.
Yes, yes, I’m shallow,” Xiao Yuan muttered. He moved the bags upstairs, stocked the fridge, and prepared to leave. “Sis, you have a cold, you need to rest. That reality show starts next month you have a week to relax. Maybe go on a trip?
I just got back from abroad. I don’t want to go anywhere.
Gu Xiaofeng lay in bed all day, but the cold only seemed to worsen. Her throat felt like it was on fire, and her head throbbed. As she struggled to get a glass of water, she heard a car return outside.
Zhuo Jin’s deep voice boomed: “Miss is home! Hard work, Miss!
Yiyi’s cheerful voice followed: It wasn’t hard! My assistant did the hard work. I heard so much gossip today, it was so interesting!
Gu Xiaofeng: “…” Receptionists have assistants now?
Jian Lei, you must stop flirting with my colleagues! They chase me every day asking about your private life. It’s a nuisance!
Jian Lei sounded wronged. I didn’t flirt! I just flipped my hair in the car!
Then you’re not allowed to flip it!
But my scalp itches if I don’t!
Endure it!
Gu Xiaofeng smiled weakly to herself. Who knew the ‘Little Fool’ could be so bossy?