Not long after, Zuo An posted the live stream room to the company group.
"Please help vote with flowers, thank you! Screenshot and show it to the head of the HR department to receive a random gift."
Upon hearing this, everyone cast their votes.
XZ Group had tens of thousands of employees in Haicheng alone, and a scale of millions nationwide.
After Wen Ya and Su Qingyu finished their duet, Su Qingyu said with admiration, "Ya Ya's singing is so beautiful, teach me more in the future!"
"Of course, you're welcome to find me at the company anytime."
"Ya Ya is so kind, sob sob, if I were a man, I'd be devoted to you."
Wen Ya was amused.
She casually said, "Is the competition almost over?"
"Mm, one minute left." Su Qingyu curled her lips. This time, she would make Yun Yun lose miserably.
"Mm, then I'll head back first, so I don't affect you."
Wen Ya was quite smart. If she stayed, it would seem like she was bullying the little streamer.
Besides, her appearance on camera this time was enough.
"Okay, I'll walk you out." Su Qingyu insisted.
Anyway, she had already won this time.
She wanted to curry favor with Wen Ya a bit more.
Wen Ya didn't refuse either. As the two left, the live stream room became empty.
She walked Wen Ya to the elevator, chatted for a while, and watched Wen Ya leave. Humming a tune, she returned to her room, her eyes landing on the number of flowers. Her smile deepened, but then she froze, thinking she was hallucinating.
She had over seventy thousand flowers, a number she believed to be insurmountable.
However, Yun Yun currently had over a hundred thousand.
How was this possible?
Before she could think further, the competition ended.
"Yun Yun, you're so bold, actually buying flowers! Are you that much of a sore loser?" Su Qingyu was furious.
Wen Yan was also momentarily stunned. "I couldn't have cheated."
She wondered inwardly, could it be William helping her?
"No, this is unfair, I'm going to report you!"
Su Qingyu declared, and her fans followed their streamer in reporting Wen Yan.
Due to the excessive number of reports, Wen Yan was blocked before she could explain, and was forced to end her stream.
She was speechless.
However, she immediately contacted William.
After receiving a positive confirmation, Wen Yan was very grateful.
William seized the opportunity and said, "Your voice is so beautiful, I really want to hear you sing 'Ru Yuan'. Can you?"
Wen Yan naturally wouldn't refuse this small request.
She cleared her throat, put on the accompaniment, and began to sing.
Leng Xunze saw the live stream suddenly close. As he was about to enter the bedroom, he heard the girl's clear and beautiful singing. He stopped at the doorway to listen.
He thought she was recording a song.
After she finished singing, he pushed the door open and heard a voice from her phone:
"It was absolutely wonderful, you could really become a professional singer."
It was an excited young male voice.
"Thank you." Wen Yan felt a little embarrassed.
"Next time, I'll treat you to karaoke, no, if you want to go to karaoke, just tell me, I'll pay. I don't need to sing, just listening to you sing is enough." He was practically a fanatical fan.
Wen Yan was flattered. "Mr. William, you're too kind. If there's a chance, I definitely will."
She saw Leng Xunze enter from the corner of her eye, his handsome, chiseled face now dark.
She hung up William's call.
Leng Xunze: "Who?"
"A client."
"Clients still need company late at night?"
His words were rather harsh. Wen Yan glared at him. "It's just singing a song, I'm not singing only for him!"
After speaking, she paused and added, "Besides, he helped me."
Seeing Leng Xunze staring at her coldly, Wen Yan explained, "I was about to lose, he helped me promote, and let me turn the tables."
The man froze, a slight smile appearing on his sensual lips, but there was no mirth in his eyes. He exuded a dangerous aura.
"You think he's the reason you turned the tables?" he asked softly.
"Yes."
Seeing the man's displeased expression, Wen Yan felt he had misunderstood deeply. "It's alright, it's just singing a song, I sing for others often."
"I want to hear it too."
Leng Xunze walked over, his presence like a mountain pressing down. Wen Yan felt a bit breathless. "What do you want to hear?"
The next second, she was scooped up by his strong, firm arms and thrown onto the bed. His voice was dangerously low, "I want to hear you... sing in bed!"
Wen Yan: "!!!"
The quiet cicadas outside the window, along with the ambiguous sounds from inside, formed an unexpectedly harmonious melody.
The next day.
Wen Yan was so angry that she didn't speak to Leng Xunze all morning. She rode in his car to the company and got out without a word.
The man was displeased. He pulled the girl's waist and drew her into his embrace.
Wen Yan jumped, looking around. Cars occasionally drove into the parking lot.
"What are you doing? Let go of me." Wen Yan whispered.
"No." The man's voice was deep and powerful, his magnetic tone resonating. "Come to my office at noon."
"I'm not going."
His dark eyes flashed with sharpness. He lowered his head to kiss her, and Wen Yan, startled, said, "We'll see then, I have to go to work."
Finally pushing him away, Wen Yan ran off.
Watching the girl's retreating back, the man's eyes were deep.
Upon arriving at her office, Yang Qian, who had been waiting for Wen Yan for a long time, grabbed her. "Yan Yan, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you for so long. Quick, look, what do you think of my design?"
Wen Yan glanced at it. "It's not bad, but it's missing something."
She took a pen and modified the waistline. The originally conservative style suddenly became eye-catching, with a touch of allure.
Yang Qian was amazed. "Yan Yan, you're incredible! I kept feeling something was off but couldn't pinpoint it, and it's all thanks to you!" Yang Qian was very excited.
"It's nothing."
Seeing Yang Qian excitedly leave, a colleague hesitated and approached Wen Yan.
"Wen Yan, do you have time?"
"Yes, I do." Wen Yan saw her hand over a design draft and thoughtfully considered it, then modified its flaws. The colleague was very touched. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, I'm quite free lately."
"Mm, thank you. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time."
Wen Yan smiled and agreed. Her guidance was precise, and she was humble, never putting on airs. Many designers couldn't help but seek her out. After all, there was strength in numbers, and two people could always come up with different ideas.
Liu Huanhuan watched all this with a mocking smile.
By noon, everyone wanted to treat Wen Yan to lunch. Wen Yan couldn't refuse, and besides, if she didn't go, Leng Xunze would call her to the president's office. She casually joined her colleagues at the cafeteria.
She quietly sent a message back to Leng Xunze.
"I'm eating at the cafeteria with my colleagues."
This way, he wouldn't be able to do anything.
"Yan Yan, you're amazing! I think you'll definitely have a place in this year's Fashion Association exhibition!"
At the cafeteria, Yang Qian praised her.
"Thank you, I think everyone is amazing, each with their own strengths." Wen Yan was humble.
"You speak so nicely, haha," a colleague laughed. "I used to misunderstand you, but now I like you more and more. You're so sensible and cute, and most importantly, you're enthusiastic. Few people give such serious advice."
"Yes, I agree," another person said.
Just then, a voice interjected, "It's just a few casual opinions. Two seniors, I believe in your strength, don't be misled."