I've heard that Cinderella stories are all the rage now, with the rich second generations preferring wildflowers like you over those dignified ladies.
With a loud "smack," Ou Qieyu slammed his hand onto the table, startling those lost in their fantasies.
"Bring me your boss."
"Ah? Oh, sir, what do you need? Just tell me, and I'll certainly satisfy all your needs." The woman offered a shy smile, her words tinged with ambiguity.
Ou Qieyu's peach-blossom eyes brimmed with tumultuous emotions. A middle-aged man, hearing the commotion, scurried over. Seeing Ou Qieyu's expression, he immediately realized something was wrong and glared at the infatuated clerk. Did this damn woman not realize the trouble she had caused? Spending her days hoping to land a wealthy husband without making an effort, not realizing her own worth, and now she had gone and offended someone formidable.
