The office was a picture of harmony, with no upheavals, unexpectedly presenting a scene of joy and merriment. The women who used to dislike Qiao Xia and Meng Qian on sight even tried to form relationships with them—chatting about gossip; it couldn't be more peaceful.
With the office to her liking, Qiao Xia was in a good mood every day.
Even though they were only acting out of self-interest, merely respectful because she was the president's wife and didn't dare to be too presumptuous, nor were they truly interested in befriending her, she was quite satisfied. Without the cold words and scorn, how tranquil it was.
In the past when she arrived, everyone would attack her, exaggerating to no end, as if they were witnessing it firsthand.
Now when she arrived, everyone would praise how pretty she looked, asking about her coat, where she bought it, the brand, how much it cost; that her Chanel bag was so classy—it obviously belonged to a lady of wealth.
They couldn't be more obsequious.