Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 63 - Human Heart I Can Do That Too
Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Human Heart? I Can Do That Too
Chapter 63 -63: Human Heart? I Can Do That Too
Hearing the voice, she turned around to see a woman dressed in a black suit standing properly in front of Lin Zhiyi.
“Do you still remember me? Chen Huan.”
Third place in the competition.
Lin Zhiyi nodded politely, “I remember, hello.”
Chen Huan straightened her suit and adjusted a few strands of hair, “Thanks for giving up your spot for me last time.”
“It’s fine, it’s almost time, we should head up now, we can chat more later.”
Lin Zhiyi checked the time; she didn’t want to clock in at the last minute.
It was her first day of the internship, she should at least arrive ten minutes early to get familiar with the place.
“Okay.” Chen Huan followed Lin Zhiyi’s pace, a hint of excitement in her voice, “Zhiyi, actually, I think your work deserved first place.”
Lin Zhiyi stopped and warned her, “Chen Huan, keep that thought to yourself, and don’t say it again in the future.”
Song Wanqiu was not as indifferent to fame and fortune as she seemed on the surface; she was very petty and couldn’t stand the slightest bit of imperfection.
What they didn’t expect was… As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator door opened, and Song Wanqiu, who had come up from the underground parking lot, was inside.
Lin Zhiyi and Chen Huan both paused.
She didn’t hear that, did she?
At first glance, Song Wanqiu’s makeup appeared exquisite, but upon closer inspection, it was somewhat heavy, barely concealing the dark circles under her eyes.
It seemed like last night’s silver fish soup was quite effective.
However, Song Wanqiu was very good at acting. Her gaze swept past Lin Zhiyi and landed on Chen Huan, and she immediately put on a gentle smile.
“Chen Huan, hello, I didn’t get a chance to chat with you properly during the competition, both the Third Young Master and I really liked your work.”
“Really? Thank you, Miss Song, and the Third Young Master.” Chen Huan’s face lit up with joy, her eyes gleaming as she looked at Song Wanqiu.
“Don’t mention it.”
The words were for Chen Huan, but her gaze was fixed on Lin Zhiyi.
Such petty human nature, so easily manipulated.
As they stepped out of the elevator, Chen Huan immediately cleared the way for Song Wanqiu and whispered to Lin Zhiyi, “Miss Song is quite nice, isn’t she?”
Lin Zhiyi opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she stayed silent.
The person who greeted them was Xue Man’s assistant, Bella.
Dressed in a coffee-colored vest dress and wearing high heels, Bella stood at the office door with a sharp gaze fixed on her watch.
“You’re late.”
“Isn’t there still ten minutes left?” Chen Huan quipped.
Bella raised her eyes and arched an eyebrow, “Your time is wrong. Any problem with that?”
Chen Huan turned pale, about to speak, but Lin Zhiyi blocked her and immediately shook her head, “No, thank you for the reminder, we’ll pay attention to it from now on.”
Lin Zhiyi knew Bella was establishing authority.
There was no need for a war of words at this time.
Bella sized up Lin Zhiyi’s face, and her gaze lightly swept over Lin Zhiyi’s intern badge at her chest, her lips curled in mockery, “So you are the Lin Zhiyi whom President Xue praises incessantly.”
“You flatter me.”
Lin Zhiyi humbly lowered her gaze.
Bella let out a low cold snort, “President Xue is away on a business trip, so I will remind you of some points to keep in mind. In our studio, no matter who you are, if you don’t do well, you’re out.”
“Yes.”
All three of them responded.
Song Wanqiu stepped forward, pulling out a wooden box from her bag, “Bella, these are tea leaves sent by the tea plantation owned by the Third Young Master. He asked me to give you some to try.”
Lin Zhiyi glanced and indeed recognized the packaging from Gong Chen’s tea plantation.
The tea from that plantation was only supplied to high society, costing tens or even hundreds of thousands of yuan.
Gong Chen really went to great lengths to aid Song Wanqiu.
At the mention of the Third Young Master’s name, Bella’s smile deepened.
“Then thank you to the Third Young Master, he is very thoughtful.”
Turning to look at Lin Zhiyi and Chen Huan, her gaze casually swept over their bags.
After waiting a few seconds, Bella pursed her lips, rolled her eyes and said, “Follow me.”
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They entered the office.
Bella clapped her hands and introduced, “Here are the new interns, Miss Song Wanqiu, the first place recognized by President Xue, and the rest probably don’t need my introduction.”
Everyone could read the room, and they all picked up on Bella’s suggestive tone.
One by one, they lined up to greet Song Wanqiu.
Lin Zhiyi and Chen Huan, however, didn’t even have their names asked.
Song Wanqiu glanced at Lin Zhiyi from the corner of her eye, then started her own performance.
She walked between Lin Zhiyi and Chen Huan, gently taking their arms and softly said, “These two are also my friends, Lin Zhiyi and Chen Huan. I’ll be counting on everyone to look after them in the future.”
Lin Zhiyi was slightly stunned.
It seemed Song Wanqiu had heard her and Chen Huan’s conversation outside the elevator and had been waiting for the chance to get back at them.
Clearly, Song Wanqiu was using them to show off her own generosity, even diminishing their presence.
It made it seem like they only got the internship at the workshop because of Song Wanqiu.
Unfortunately, Chen Huan looked moved by Song Wanqiu’s apparent concern for her.
Lin Zhiyi then pulled away from Song Wanqiu’s hand and stepped forward to introduce herself.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Lin Zhiyi. I’m new here, so I hope all of my seniors will give me guidance.”
She was modest and gracious, her eyes clear and sincere.
A demeanor easily accepted by all.
“Hello.”
“You’re the one who came second in the debate with the journalist, right? I watched the broadcast and really admired you.”
“Lin Zhiyi, we’ll remember you and look forward to your future performance.”
People smiled and waved at Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi gave Song Wanqiu a smile.
See. I can play the game too.
Song Wanqiu’s lips twitched, her thick foundation nearly cracking along the lip line.
At that moment, Bella raised her hand to cut off the small talk and had them sit down, casually assigning work.
As the fiancee of Third Young Master Gong Chen, Song Wanqiu still received special treatment; her job was to sip coffee and browse through the studio’s past portfolios.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhiyi and Chen Huan were relegated to menial tasks.
Lin Zhiyi didn’t mind, as she was one step closer to her dream.
Chen Huan, surprisingly diligent, offered to help Lin Zhiyi carry magazines.
“Zhiyi, I think with your abilities you should be sitting there with Miss Song, having coffee and looking at portfolios. I can handle these tasks.”
This was the first time Lin Zhiyi had heard someone enjoy doing menial tasks so much.
She smiled, “It’s okay, let’s do it together.”
When distributing the magazines, whether it was Lin Zhiyi’s own forceful movement that caused it or not, her high collar became slightly rolled.
Chen Huan, holding magazines, exclaimed, “Zhiyi, you’ve got an injury on your neck!”
Lin Zhiyi was taken aback, but it was already too late to cover up.
The colleagues stood up and could all see it, chuckling amongst themselves.
“Zhiyi, you and your boyfriend must be really affectionate.”
“Biting and gnawing, he simply can’t keep his hands off you.”
Lin Zhiyi’s cheeks flushed red as she raised her hand to cover her neck and explained, “No, that’s not it, I was bitten by…”
“Mosquitoes! We get it, everyone says that,” a colleague interjected first.
Lin Zhiyi wished she could disappear into the floor.
“I’ll go make you guys some coffee.”
She ducked into the pantry, checking her reflection in her phone’s screen, pulling up the collar.
How could Liu He’s foundation be so unlasting?
It had smeared off in less than half a day.
She had thought wearing a high collar would be doubly secure, but it was discovered anyway.
Lin Zhiyi continued to look at her phone when suddenly, another face appeared on the screen.
Song Wanqiu.
Song Wanqiu, carrying her coffee cup, walked a few steps forward, snorted, and chuckled, “Getting used as an outlet and still addicted to it.”
“Are you that desperate for men? Should I find someone to introduce you to a few? So you can indulge all at once.”
