Miss Li Is Not Just a Pretty Face
Before long, Shang Yu waved his hand, his gaze cool and dark. Liu Yun and Luo Yu quietly exited the room, one after the other.
Li Qiao sat on the sofa, casually watching Luo Yu's retreating figure. She curled her lips in mild disdain.
In the meeting room next door, Liu Yun closed the door behind them and cast a side glance at Luo Yu, frowning helplessly.
"You just got back, and you're already stepping on the boss's toes?"
Luo Yu had been stationed in Parma for the past six months. If Chasing Wind hadn't crashed and been sent out unexpectedly, she probably wouldn't have returned any time soon.
Even Liu Yun hadn't expected Luo Yu to show such blatant disrespect to Li Qiao in front of the boss.
Now, Luo Yu stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall. A cold glint flashed at the corners of her eyes.
"This isn't about stepping on toes. If the boss were merely the chairman of Yanhuang Group, I wouldn't bat an eye even if he had three thousand beauties around him.
But you and I both know the truth. I admit she's beautiful and smart—but so what?
There are plenty of people in Parma eyeing his position, and even within the family, those elders and hall leaders are just waiting to find a weakness to drag him down.
And her? Just a pretty face. Does she deserve the kind of protection he's giving her?
If one day the boss really faces an all-out attack, are you sure that girl won't just fall apart in panic?"
Her words were sharp and cutting. Liu Yun was silent for a moment before quietly pushing back.
"Honestly… after working with her these days, I don't think Miss Li is just a pretty face. Besides, even you admitted her document translation was top-notch."
Luo Yu brushed her short hair behind her ear and sighed with some disappointment.
"I'll give her credit for the translation. But a professional translator could do just as well. You really think that's enough?
Liu Yun, since when did you start relying on your gut feelings to make decisions?"
Liu Yun suddenly raised his eyes and met hers, his tone low and conflicted.
"We don't know for sure what kind of person Miss Li really is. But the way you acted in there—it really was out of line."
At that, Luo Yu tapped the carpet with the tip of her boot and casually walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.
She knocked on the glass twice with her knuckle, her voice low.
"So what now? Even if I don't like it, I have to swallow it?
Liu Yun, have you forgotten what our duty is as the Four Loyal Guardians?
We're here to assist—not to serve."
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Meanwhile, back in the chairman's office.
After Liu Yun and Luo Yu left, the room fell into a peaceful silence, still faintly tinged with the aroma of food.
Li Qiao sat quietly for a while, then walked over to switch on the ventilation system.
She turned around, her gaze falling on Shang Yu's elegant, composed figure. After pressing her lips together for a moment, she asked,
"Yan Ye, what's Luo Yu's position in the company?"
The Four Assistants of Yanhuang Group held immense status—second only to Shang Yu himself.
And everything about Luo Yu's behavior just now had struck Li Qiao as… unusual.
Especially the translated materials. Shang Yu hadn't even glanced at them—he handed them straight to Luo Yu.
That alone suggested Luo Yu held considerable authority.
Sure enough, Shang Yu's next words confirmed her suspicions.
He adjusted his collar slightly, his strikingly handsome face relaxed and casual.
"She's the Vice Chair. Luo Yu oversees the group's pharmaceutical division and investment projects. In terms of capability, she currently ranks first among the four."
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in mild surprise, her eyes glinting with interest.
"I see…"
She had underestimated Luo Yu. Among three men and one woman, it turned out the woman was the strongest.
"That's why earning their approval won't be easy. You've got more work to do," Shang Yu said as he walked over to her.
His dry palm landed lightly on the top of her head, patting her gently twice. His tone carried a faint trace of amusement.