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Chapter 139: Model Runway Meeting Liu Mi, Third Update

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Model Runway Meeting Liu Mi, Third Update

Shortly after Chen Wei entered the gates of Qingshi Group, Zhang Bowen also drove away.

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A few minutes later, Chen Wei emerged from the elevator, stopped in front of President Su’s office door, raised his hand, and knocked on the door with his knuckles.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

Hearing Su Yumei’s response, Chen Wei pushed the door open and entered.

"Oh! Wei, I was just thinking of discussing something with you," said Su Yumei, delighted.

No matter the pressure, it would always ease up a bit as soon as she saw Chen Wei and his face.

"Senior Sister, what did you want to talk about? Is it good news or bad news?" Chen Wei closed the office door behind him and sat down on the chair opposite Su Yumei’s desk.

At his words, Su Yumei gave Chen Wei a look, "Tch, tch, tch, what bad news? Don’t say such unlucky things."

"Then, what’s the good news?" Chen Wei leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk and asking.

"About the designs you submitted previously, the company has already produced prototypes and is planning to host a model runway show. Would you like to go?" Su Yumei’s lips curled into a playful smile, and her eyes hinted, "The participating models are all beautiful; you might find a type you like."

"When is it?" Chen Wei wasn’t particularly interested in models, but he was eager to see Qingshi Group’s tailors’ skills.

"Let me check." Su Yumei glanced at the time on the bottom right corner of her computer screen, "In an hour and a half. I am about to go over there; if you’re not busy, why don’t you come along?"

"Sure," Chen Wei agreed cheerfully.

After a brief preparation, Su Yumei and Chen Wei left the office together, took the elevator straight to the basement level one.

Chen Wei got into the passenger seat, and Su Yumei took the driver’s seat, after all, Chen Wei didn’t know the way.

"If you do find a girl you like, remember to tell Senior Sister. Even if it means climbing a mountain of swords or descending into a sea of flames, I’ll secure her for you," Su Yumei offered proactively.

"Senior Sister, why do you sound like an outlaw?" Chen Wei couldn’t help but want to laugh.

"What outlaw! I’m just worried that you’ll keep playing the field and won’t be able to find a wife," Su Yumei chided him with a coquettish glance.

"Alright, alright. If there is one, I’ll definitely tell you, Senior Sister. Are we good now?" Chen Wei went along with Su Yumei’s words, no need to rile her up.

"That’s more like it," Su Yumei was satisfied and then focused on driving, no longer chatting with Chen Wei.

The venue for the model runway show wasn’t far from Qingshi Group, just a seven to eight-minute drive away.

After parking the car, Chen Wei got out and immediately saw Secretary Liu Mi waiting at the entrance.

The moment their eyes met, Liu Mi’s cheeks turned red, and she quickly averted her gaze, appearing guilty.

"You’ve worked hard."

"Not at all, everything is ready. President Su, this way," Liu Mi’s demeanor only normalized somewhat when Su Yumei arrived.

"Those stockings look like they were my design, weren’t they? Liu Secretary, are you also going on stage as one of the models?" Chen Wei’s attention had been caught by the black stockings Liu Mi was wearing on her legs.

Unlike ordinary stockings, these had special letter patterns that made them look more slender, tasteful.

"Oh, that. Secretary Liu accidentally tore her stockings when she went out earlier. Luckily, I had a sample on hand so I gave it to her as a replacement," explained Su Yumei.

"I see. I must say, Secretary Liu’s legs are a perfect match for these stockings. Maybe she could consider joining the models on stage for a demonstration."

Hearing what Chen Wei said, Liu Mi panicked, her expression strained, "I don’t have that kind of talent, Mr. Chen is making a joke."

When Su Yumei heard Chen Wei’s words, she also started to seriously observe Liu Mi’s legs, "Wei, now that you mention it, I just realized that Secretary Liu’s legs are indeed quite attractive, naturally model-level."

"How about it, Secretary Liu, do you want to give the stage a try?"

"President Su, why are you joining in on teasing me? Let’s just hurry to the show; it’s about to start," Liu Mi really couldn’t cope any longer, fearing that she couldn’t refuse and would be sent up onto the catwalk.

Today’s event was graced by famous models from both home and abroad; she was merely a secretary, without any qualification to compete on the same stage as them. Secretary Liu still had this self-awareness.

"Since Secretary Liu doesn’t want to go, let’s not pressure her, senior," Chen Wei offered Liu Mi an escape.

"Alright then, if Secretary Liu changes her mind, tell me anytime, and I will arrange it for you," Su Yumei didn’t forget to say.

"Sure, definitely." Hearing this, Liu Mi finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

After walking a few more steps, Chen Wei suddenly stopped, "Senior, you go ahead, I suddenly need to use the restroom."

"Secretary Liu, could you please take my junior brother to the restroom? It’s his first time in a place like this, and I’m afraid he will get lost," Su Yumei was genuinely concerned and had no other thoughts.

To be honest, she had yet to perceive the strange atmosphere between Chen Wei and Liu Mi.

"Of course, President Su," Liu Mi agreed.

"Mr. Chen, this way please," she lifted her hand in a guiding gesture.

"Okay." Chen Wei didn’t refuse. The venue was large and it was indeed easy to lose one’s way carelessly.

Su Yumei obviously wasn’t new to this kind of venue, so there was no need to worry.

On the way to the restroom.

"Secretary Liu, aren’t you afraid of grinding your teeth to bits?" Hearing the gritting of teeth coming from Liu Mi’s mouth, Chen Wei curiously asked.

"It’s one thing for you to peek at my legs, but why set me up to fall into a trap?" Liu Mi said unhappily.

"Set a trap? You mean the model’s catwalk?" Chen Wei pretended to be confused.

"What else?" Liu Mi puffed up her cheeks, huffing with annoyance.

"I truly think your legs are beautiful, sincerely recommending it. How could that be setting a trap for you?" Chen Wei asked again.

"Well, everyone here is a famous model from all over. What do I have to compete with them?" Hearing Chen Wei say so, Liu Mi’s heart fluttered with joy and her mood greatly improved, although she didn’t show it.

Who doesn’t like to be complimented? Especially when the compliment was about the part of her body she was most proud of.

"Then you are really too modest. By my standards, those legs of yours, coupled with those stockings, can easily score 96 points," Chen Wei said earnestly.

"Only 96? Why deduct four points?" Liu Mi asked, puzzled.

"96 points are for appearance. The remaining four are for touch, I haven’t felt them, how would I know?" Chen Wei said with a mischievous smile.

"What do you mean you haven’t touched them? You clearly did..." Mid-sentence, Liu Mi suddenly fell silent, not knowing why she was bothered by such things.

"Last time you weren’t wearing these stockings, the texture just can’t be compared," Chen Wei began to babble nonsensically with a serious expression.

"You’re really shameless. If you want to touch my legs, just say it directly, instead of beating around the bush," Liu Mi figured out Chen Wei’s antics and rolled her eyes.

"But this is from an artistic perspective!" Chen Wei emphasized.

"So are you saying you want to touch them or not?" Liu Mi felt somewhat irritated, her words slipping out before her brain could check them.