Lord Yan, Did I Offend You or Something?

Before Zhui Feng could even ask what was going on, Liu Yun and Wang Yue stepped forward without a word. One took his left arm, the other his right, and they just dragged him straight out of the elevator.

Wang Yue even said solemnly, "I heard there's a nice feng shui spot at the foot of Nanyang Mountain. Burying you there wouldn't be too shabby."

Zhui Feng's voice grew fainter as he struggled and cursed all the way down the hall.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows with a small smirk and finally stepped out of the elevator at a leisurely pace.

…

The 101st floor—the top of the building. Nearly 2,000 square meters of space, with massive floor-to-ceiling glass walls dividing it into well-organized sections. This was the power center of Yanhuang International Group.

Right now, Li Qiao was following Shang Yu into his office.

The room itself was close to 400 square meters—spacious and imposing, styled in sleek black and gold. The panoramic windows on both sides offered a sweeping view of the entire Nanyang City.

This skyscraper wasn't just the tallest in the city—it was a symbol, a landmark of Nanyang.

In front of a large black executive desk, Shang Yu unbuttoned his suit jacket and tilted his chin slightly toward the sofa on the right. "Sit."

Li Qiao strolled over with her hands behind her back. She sat down and casually crossed her legs. "All dressed up today, Lord Yan. Got an event or something?"

Shang Yu's deep, dark eyes glanced at her, lingering briefly on her bare shoulders. His tone was light. "This is an office. I dress appropriately."

Li Qiao: "???"

For some reason, when Shang Yu said that, there seemed to be a flicker of heat in his eyes.

Li Qiao instinctively tugged at her off-shoulder top, trying to pull it up—but that only ended up revealing more of her waist instead.

Suddenly she was annoyed. Why is this outfit so damn small?

Shang Yu leaned back into his chair, one leg crossed over the other, and picked up a document from his desk. His voice was low. "You and Zhui Feng close?"

Li Qiao sat there on the sofa, fidgeting with her collar one moment and the hem of her shirt the next, clearly distracted. "Not really."

"Not really?" the man repeated, uncapping his pen while casting a slow glance in her direction.

Hearing that, Li Qiao blinked her big deer-like eyes and replied breezily, "Yeah, seriously. Today was only our second time meeting. President Feng thinks I have excellent character and academics, so he tried to recruit me as his assistant."

Meanwhile, down in the stairwell, Zhui Feng suddenly sneezed. Who the hell's talking about me behind my back?!

Shang Yu's deep gaze locked on Li Qiao's face, his thin lips curling slightly. "You short on work?"

Li Qiao's eyes lit up as she leaned one elbow against the sofa's armrest, resting her chin in her palm, grinning slyly. "Not short on jobs, but I do lack internship experience. Lord Yan… do you take interns?"

She wanted to intern at Yanhuang International from the moment she met Shang Yu. That was her plan all along.

It had always been about him.

Just as Li Qiao thought she was about to succeed, she heard the man's cold rejection: "We don't take interns."

Her smile froze on her lips. "..."

"Oh." She straightened up, turned her head away, and stared blankly at the glass wall in front of her.

How awkward. How humiliating.

This man was not a gentleman. What kind of aristocrat rejects someone like that?

As her expression darkened, Shang Yu's lips curled with a hint of amusement. "The board doesn't need interns at the moment. But…"

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes. "But what?"

At her words, the man leaned comfortably against his executive chair, his eyes deep and unreadable, glinting with a trace of mischief. "The front desk on the first floor of Yanhuang HQ—we could place you there as an intern."

Li Qiao didn't respond.

Her big doe eyes stared into his cold, glinting gaze, and after a beat of silence, she asked bluntly:

"Lord Yan, did I offend you or something?"

Making her intern at the front desk?

Might as well tell her to become a long-distance fangirl.