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Lin Wanqing frantically opened the chat box, her fingertips trembling.

The word "come" was like a sacred sword hanging over her head, gleaming coldly, ready to fall and chop off her head at any moment.

She had only one thought in her mind: Oh no, is the master going to fire me, his concubine?

She's only been a full-time employee for one day!

She's only just begun to enjoy the benefits of being a deputy minister!

She had just begun to enjoy the flattery of her colleagues!

She still has so many new poses she hasn't tried yet!

He can't just be fired like this!

No, no, no, we have to fix this right away!

Lin Wanqing took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and then held her phone with both hands, typing rapidly.

She first typed "I'm sorry," but felt it was too perfunctory, so she deleted it and started over. Then she typed "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I was catching up on sleep," but felt it was too casual, so she deleted it again and started over once more.

Finally, biting her lip, she typed out a long message with an almost humble attitude and then pressed the send button.

"Mr. Shen, I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry!!!"

"I was just catching up on sleep and my phone was on silent, so I didn't see your message. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!"

"It's my fault, it was my negligence. You can punish me however you want! Please don't be angry!"

After sending the message, she stared intently at the screen, barely daring to breathe.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The message was not rejected.

I was not blocked.

Lin Wanqing felt as if she had been temporarily released from the gallows, and let out a long breath.

She didn't even dare wait for Shen Wang's reply, and quickly added another message: "Where are you now? I'll be right there, in twenty minutes at most! No, fifteen minutes!"

As she typed, she rolled out of bed, unbuttoned her pajamas with one hand, and quickly planned what to wear, how to get there, and how to express her apology with actions once she arrived.

Speaking of practical actions...

The new knowledge she learned last night can come in handy today.

It seems that learning more things is indeed useful.

Lin Wanqing was frantically rummaging through the wardrobe when her phone vibrated again.

She grabbed it almost reflexively.

A new message popped up on the screen, still in its concise style, but its content stunned her.

"No rush, where are you? I'll come pick you up."

Lin Wanqing stared at the line of text for a full five seconds.

She thought the master would be angry, cold, and tell her to get out of there herself.

He then said—

I'll come pick you up.

It's not "Come here," it's "I'll go and pick you up."

The meaning of a subject-verb-object phrase can be completely different if you change three words to five.

Lin Wanqing gripped her phone and slowly sat back down on the edge of the bed, her heartbeat shifting from initial panic to a more subtle, throbbing sensation.

She looked down at the short line of text on the screen, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up, unable to suppress it.

The master wasn't angry; he was still coming to pick her up!

The thought raced through Lin Wanqing's mind, and then she felt like she was on fast-forward.

I rolled out of bed, rushed into the bathroom, and my hands were shaking as I squeezed out the face wash.

She usually spends at least half an hour on her makeup routine, applying moisturizer, serum, primer, foundation, concealer, and setting powder. Every step is essential, and every detail is meticulously crafted.

But today she completed the entire process in less than ten minutes, and when she looked in the mirror, she actually looked pretty good.

Indeed, people can unleash their potential under extreme pressure.

In the living room, Gao Lan was scrolling through short videos with her legs crossed. On the screen, a handsome guy was performing a hand gesture dance.

Hearing the sound of ping-pong balls coming from the bathroom, she looked up and saw Lin Wanqing shuttling back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom like a gust of wind.

Clothes were scattered all over the bed, cosmetics were strewn all over the table, and I was in a state of high alert, like I was five minutes before the college entrance exam and hadn't even entered the exam hall yet.

"What happened? Was there an earthquake or did you win the lottery?" Gao Lan put down her phone, looking completely bewildered.

Lin Wanqing didn't even turn her head, saying as she applied foundation to her face, "Master is coming to pick me up."

"Who?"

"Shen Wang".

Gao Lan's phone fell directly onto the sofa.

She sat bolt upright, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly before finally letting out a low but still very sharp gasp:

"He's coming to our house? That super big shot? That handsome guy, Shen Wang, who made you call him a pervert in the coffee shop but now regret it so much you want to slap yourself?"

"...Can you please stop talking about the coffee shop?" Lin Wanqing finally turned around, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face.

"My God, my God, my God!"

Gao Lan jumped up from the sofa, hopped three times barefoot on the floor, and then grabbed Lin Wanqing's arm.

"What are you going to wear? You're not planning to wear your usual work clothes to see him, are you?"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about..."

Lin Wanqing bit her lip and looked at her best friend for help.

Gao Lan glanced at her with a look that said, "You really can't do without me," then strode into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe door, and quickly ran her fingers across a row of clothes.

She drew it twice, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Finally, she turned to him and said in a tone of exasperation:

"Lin Wanqing, your wardrobe is too conservative! It's full of floral dresses and Chanel-style jackets. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were running for the title of the nation's best daughter-in-law."

"Then what should I wear...?"

"Wait."

Gao Lan turned and went into her room. Less than a minute later, she returned with two pieces of clothing, spread them on the bed, and looked smug.

Lin Wanqing looked down and her eyes widened in surprise.

The outer garment was a beige knitted dress with long sleeves, a high neck, and a hem that just went past the knees. From a distance, it looked dignified, elegant, and intellectual, as if she were going to attend a formal business lunch.

But upon closer inspection, something was amiss. The dress had an extremely low knit density, so thin that it was almost translucent, and the outline of the fabric could be vaguely seen through under the light.

What's even more amazing is its tailoring. The waistline is extremely high and narrow, covering the entire upper body completely, yet it fits perfectly on every curve of the body, like a second skin tailor-made for you.

Gao Lan picked up the dress and shook it: "Don't be fooled by how covered up this dress is. You'll know what 'covered up' really means when you wear it."

She leaned closer, feigning mystery, and whispered, "The more it's covered up, the more people want to see."

"What's in there?" Lin Wanqing pointed to the set of things still folded on the bed.

Gao Lan's smile deepened as she reached out, picked up the object, and shook it open.

Lin Wanqing's face flushed red after just one glance.

It was a burgundy slip dress, made of silk, with a very low neckline and a very short hem, and black lace trim on the two thin straps.

What's worse, this lingerie set uses a lot of cutouts and lace-up elements in its design, leaving no part of the area that shouldn't be exposed and covering up the parts that should be covered up rather perfunctorily.

"Gao Lan! This is too..."

"Too what? Too?"

Without a word, Gao Lan shoved the set of underwear into her hands, saying matter-of-factly, "The coat is for him to see, and the underwear is for him to see too."

"A demure exterior and a bold interior—that contrast is the ultimate flirting technique!"

"You think the big boss lacks women? What he lacks is surprise! Contrast! A woman who makes all his colleagues call him 'Minister Lin' outside, and who makes him feel it was worth the trip!"