novelraw Chapter 708: Lingling's Daily Life
Chapter 708: Lingling's Daily Life
Chapter 708: Lingling's Daily LifeAt Songmei Apparel, the break room was bustling with activity.
"Lingling! What do you want for afternoon tea? Help us complete the group order—'Bawang Chaji' has a promotion today!" A young woman from the operations department leaned over and asked.
"Absolutely! Get me a 'Boyajuexian' with regular sugar and less ice, thanks Xiaochun!" Yao Lingling replied with a cheerful laugh, adding a playful wink.
"Lingling, are the sample garments for our winter collection ready? I saw the warehouse organizing them this morning."
"That's right! All the sample garments for the winter 'Warm Fleece Series' are in place and will be featured in Yiyi-jie's live broadcast next week! Let me secretly tell you—there's one super beautiful piece that will make anyone wearing it look like a Korean drama heroine!"
Yao Lingling held her lunch box, surrounded by a group of equally young colleagues, all chattering excitedly.
Although she hadn't been working at Songmei Apparel for very long, she had already blended in seamlessly with everyone in the company.
From the receptionist ladies to the warehouse guys, to key members of various departments—she could practically call everyone by name and had built excellent relationships with them all.
Her non-threatening vitality and infectious energy, combined with her generous personality that was always willing to share without holding back, made her thrive in this environment.
She could be considered the soul of the company's atmosphere team.Extremely popular.
After finishing lunch and packing up her lunch box.
She returned to her workstation.
The entire design center featured spacious, well-lit areas.
The massive worktables were covered with colorful inspiration boards, fabric swatches, and design sketches in progress, creating a strong creative atmosphere.
Yao Lingling sat down quietly, cradling her "StayBright" insulated cup with both hands, taking small sips of hot water with focused expression.
The computer screen lit up.
She didn't browse dramas or scroll through gossip short videos, but directly opened the web version of Qingmi AI.
As the head of Heyi's clothing design center, figuring out how to truly integrate AI into the clothing design process was a key task Senior had personally assigned her during yesterday's meeting.
That "you take the lead" tone was both trusting and incredibly pressure-inducing.
She opened a new page and typed several keywords into the search bar:
"Dopamine dressing, Spring/Summer 2024, color trend forecasts."
Almost the moment she hit enter, the screen flooded like a waterfall with vast amounts of precisely filtered and deeply integrated information.
From WGSN's professional trend reports to VOGUE Business's annual color predictions.
To outfit analyses from KOLs on Xiaohongshu and Instagram.
To AI-generated virtual model styling images—all clearly presented.
Yao Lingling's eyes gradually lit up.
This was Qingmi AI's powerful advantage.
Since the release of Lime 3.0, it was no longer just a search tool,
but a true "intelligent partner" that understood semantics, could create, and make connections.
It could automatically extract trends, generate lookbooks, and even help designers establish concept collections.
Data showed that as of now, Qingmi AI's global user count had approached 150 million.
Comparable to OpenAI's ChatGPT.
More importantly, it worked seamlessly within the country.
The free version was already powerful, while the Pro version could generate images, PPTs, and dynamic display charts.
It was essentially a productivity cheat.
After immersing herself in Qingmi AI's powerful and efficient functions for a while.
Yao Lingling closed the browser window with satisfaction.
She then opened the internal materials about Yimai Technology that Tang Song had sent her and began carefully reviewing them, recording her thoughts and questions in her memo.
Worth mentioning, the second core item she independently led the design of—
A detachable ultra-light goose down jacket combining top-tier fashion sense with functionality—had smoothly entered the small-batch trial production phase.
Based on feedback from the dozens of top fashion influencers they collaborated with, the data was surprisingly good, with excellent pre-sale response.
For some reason, Yao Lingling felt that ever since her shell jacket was worn by Su Yu during her public appearance.
Her creative wellspring seemed completely activated, with various imaginative ideas and clear thinking emerging daily.
Filling her design drafts with continuous surprises.
This gave her unprecedented confidence in herself, and in Heyi's future.
Just as Senior said during the meeting, the future Songmei Apparel would be a "new fashion group" integrating technology, design, and supply chain.
Just as she was immersed in her work.
"Buzz buzz—" A WeChat message popped up on her computer.
[Her Majesty the Queen: "Lingling, how are things with that boyfriend of yours lately? Are you free this weekend? Bring him home for dinner?"]
Seeing the message, Yao Lingling's cheeks flushed red, and she quickly typed back: "(Emoticon) Come on, it's way too soon. We just started dating—if you're this proactive, you'll scare him off!"
[Her Majesty the Queen: "Alright alright, we'll wait a bit longer then, but you better step up your game and aim to bring him back for New Year. By the way, have you looked at cars? It's so cold now. Let me tell you, that Mercedes C-Class is quite nice—Old Liang's daughter next door just got one a couple days ago, white, looks really pretty, about 310,000 all-in. The family will cover this expense for you."]
Yao Lingling looked at her mother's message, fingers flying across the keyboard: "You're so generous! But actually, my dream car is the Mercedes CLS~ How about... you and His Majesty my father sponsor a bit more?"
Lingling: Kitten rubbing paws (sticker)
[Her Majesty the Queen: "CLS? What kind of car is that? Never heard of it. Is it also a Mercedes C? Your dad and I will look into it."]
Seeing the reply, Yao Lingling couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The Mercedes CLS was hailed as "the most beautiful Mercedes," with an all-in price at least double that of the C-Class.
She said this precisely to playfully decline her family's financial support through joking.
Although she was their only child, she knew her parents ran that small tailor shop, working hard their whole lives without social security, and the money they saved was for their own retirement.
And she was already earning more than enough now.
She calculated that if she waited until after New Year, when she received her year-end bonus and project dividends, she could buy the car then.
She could also properly renovate their family's twenty-year-old home and replace all the furniture and appliances.
Her parents had worked hard their entire lives—it was time for them to truly enjoy life.
Just as she was about to return to work.
"Ding—" Another message popped up.
[Wen Ruan-jie: "Lingling, it's Friday today—come play Honor of Kings at my place tonight? I brought you a gift from this business trip~"]
Yao Lingling's eyes lit up, quickly typing back: "Sure! Thanks Wen Ruan-jie, I'm taking advantage of you again, feels kinda bad."
Soon, a new message appeared.
[Wen Ruan-jie: "No need for formalities—you come over, let this big sister take advantage of you, and we'll call it even?"]
[Wen Ruan-jie: You know what I mean (sticker)]
Yao Lingling's face instantly flushed bright red, her heart pounding from being teased by the older woman.
To be honest, Wen Ruan-jie's figure was truly dominant.
Except for having a smaller butt than hers, everything else was crushing.
Especially those big E-cups—simply incredible.
After chatting a bit more.
Sun Youguang, the head of the finance department, quickly walked in and came straight to her side.
"Lingling, President Tang is at the company and wants you to come to his office now."
"Huh?" Yao Lingling was momentarily stunned, then her eyes instantly brightened. "Okay! Got it, thanks Youguang-ge."
After seeing Sun Youguang off, she told Wen Ruan she had something urgent to attend to, immediately pulled a small mirror from her drawer, quickly fixed her hair, and swiftly straightened her clothes.
Then she took a deep breath, picked up her laptop, and with a skipping heart, hurried toward the CEO's office.
"Knock, knock knock—"
Her uniquely rhythmic knocking sounded.
"Come in."
The clear voice carried a familiar magnetic quality.
Making Lingling beam with joy.
She gently pushed open the heavy office door and stepped inside.
Seeing Senior sitting behind the desk, her breath was instantly stolen.
Today's Tang Song was simply wearing a plain white shirt, sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined, sturdy forearms.
He was lazily leaning back in the large black leather executive chair, looking down at a document.
His tall nose bridge cast a faint shadow in the light, his aura noble yet somewhat nonchalant.
His delicate, cool-white skin and handsome face, contrasted against the pure white shirt, made him appear exceptionally clean and fresh.
"Phew—"
Yao Lingling bit her lip, little electric currents zipping through her heart.
Oh my god!
Senior in a white shirt... that's just unfair!
Who could resist this?!
Seeming to sense her gaze, Tang Song looked up.
His eyes gentle with a hint of smile, his slender fingers interlocked.
With a "snap," he made a crisp finger snap.
"The renowned Designer Lingling, are you standing at the door preparing to cast a spell? Or waiting for your skill cooldown?"
Snapped back to reality by his teasing gaming reference, Yao Lingling immediately came to her senses, cheeks flushing slightly.
She walked in confidently, casually closing the door behind her, and playfully retorted:
"Reporting, President Tang! I was waiting for your magnificent beauty to stack an 'inspiration surge' buff on me. Work consumes so much inspiration, and you call me over to work during lunch break. Only your top-tier good looks can help me restore my mana."
"Then would you like to come closer for a better look?" Tang Song put down the document in his hand, smiling at his energetic junior.
Today's Lingling was wearing her "manga chest" outfit, clearly much more confident.
Noticing Tang Song's teasing gaze, Yao Lingling instinctively raised her hand to cover herself, then lowered it. "Okay! Then I'll gladly accept your offer!"
Saying this, she stepped forward to the edge of the large desk.
She leaned her body forward, boldly leaning over to examine Senior's face up close.
Even reaching out a finger to gently touch his straight, tall nose bridge.
"Hmm... this buff's energy is really substantial."
As she bent over, the full, rounded curve of her pert bottom, tightly wrapped in skinny jeans, became prominently displayed, almost perfectly presented before Tang Song's eyes.
The taut curve resembled elastic fruit.
Tang Song couldn't resist reaching out and giving it a firm slap through the thick denim fabric.
"Smack—"
Springy and firm, excellent feel.
Corrupted by Xiao Jing, Tang Song slapped it again.
That crisp yet somewhat muffled sound was particularly clear in the quiet CEO's office.
Lingling's body instantly stiffened, the blush on her cheeks rapidly spreading to her ears.
She straightened up as if electrocuted, instinctively looking behind her, her gaze nervously scanning the closed office door.
We're at the company!
She complained, "Senior... you..."
But Tang Song acted as if nothing happened, his eyes completely clear, and beckoned her over.
"Come sit over here. Let's discuss the collaboration with Yimai Technology in detail. After all, you're the one who best understands our Heyi brand tone and user needs."
Hearing his utterly natural, business-like tone, Yao Lingling could only bite her lip, place her computer on the table, pull up a chair, and sit beside him.
Opening her organized documents, she began explaining.
"President Tang, I believe initially we should focus on color and fabric trend predictions and 'style series concept generation'..."
On the surface, Yao Lingling was completely serious and professional.
However, breathing in Senior's fresh, pleasant scent, her heartbeat simply wouldn't slow down.
The two of them exchanged work matters at close range for a while.
"Ding dong—" A WeChat notification suddenly sounded.
[Her Majesty the Queen: "Lingling, I just looked up that Mercedes CLS you mentioned—wow, it costs 700,000-800,000 all-in! Isn't that a bit too expensive? How about we still look at the C-Class?"]
Seeing this message, Tang Song raised an eyebrow.
She complained with a mix of reproach and affection: "Senior... you..."
Sticking out her tongue, she explained: "Just chatting nonsense with my mom."
"That contact name is quite interesting." Tang Song leaned slightly closer to her. "Then what's my contact name in your phone?"
"Just... just normal..." Looking at Senior's strikingly handsome features up close, Lingling was feeling overwhelmed.
Feeling like her entire body was heating up to the point of steaming.
Summoning her boldness, she took a deep breath and directly leaned in, gently kissing his lips.
Tang Song looked at her.
Yao Lingling, feeling guilty under his gaze, stiffened her neck and defended herself, "M-Mana restoration! After listening to you talk so much, my brain's almost burned out—I'm just replenishing some inspiration!"
Tang Song looked at her amusing expression and smiled.
His gaze slowly lowered, landing on the curves wrapped by her jeans.
"Want to restore mana more deeply?"
Lingling avoided his gaze, heart racing, face flushed. "How?"
Tang Song reached out.
"My office has a private restroom, very secluded."
Lingling's cheeks felt as if scalded by fire. She quickly glanced at the restroom door, then at Senior right in front of her.
Her heart felt like it was about to explode, angels and devils fiercely battling in her mind.
After a moment, she still nodded, her face flushing with shyness.
Then she stood up, head lowered, and followed Tang Song into that restroom.
The door clicked locked from inside.
"Senior..."
Yao Lingling, feeling guilty under his gaze, stiffened her neck and defended herself with a flimsy excuse: "M-Mana restoration! After listening to you talk so much, my brain's almost burned out—I'm just replenishing some inspiration!"
Lingling bit her lip, reached into her tight jeans pocket, and with difficulty pulled out a small purple square packet.
She stuffed it into Tang Song's hand, whispering: "I'm in my dangerous period now."
Ever since that time at the hot spring resort, she hadn't found a suitable opportunity to "play ball" with Senior again—she really, really wanted to.
Plus, today President Gao was on a business trip, and Qiuqiu wasn't around either.
She originally planned to try scheduling something before getting off work—who knew she'd need it now.
Looking at the Durex in his palm, still carrying her body warmth, then at the shy junior before him.
Tang Song's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Damn, Lingling, you've learned to play the contrast game too?
After a moment, she still nodded, her face flushing with shyness.
Had to admit, seeing this side of his junior, Tang Song was really having trouble resisting.
He stepped forward directly, "I don't like using these."
Lingling's breathing instantly became rapid, eyes misty, as she pressed her hand against his chest. "Th-This won't do... something might happen..."
"Anyway, I'm not using it."
"Senior, you... you're being so scummy like this..."
"Then do you still like me?"
"Like..."
"Turn around."
"Mm."
.......
......
Damn, Lingling, you've learned to play the contrast game too?
[You received rewards: Attack Speed +100, Stamina -100]
[Your kidneys are shouting: "Recommend continuing to strengthen!"]