Chapter 8

Sitting beside her, Wang Siwei glanced at her and leaned in to ask softly, "Do you feel a bit bored?" He had drunk some wine, his handsome face slightly flushed, and his eyes seemed to shimmer like water, swaying gently, which made Su Mo's heart flutter as well.

She hurried home to tidy up a bit, and in order to improve her appearance, she specifically took a shower, applied some light makeup, and styled her hair into a bun. In the end, she still changed into a simple professional outfit, looking neat and professional

The more she despised herself, the more she admired Congrong. In her eyes, Congrong was the only one among the female sales representatives who was truly exceptional. Whenever there was a major deal that others could not handle, as long as she stepped in, success was almost guaranteed. Yet, unlike other female subordinates who flaunted their charm, Congrong was unrestrained and fiery in her approach. When discussing business, she exuded a masculine boldness, confidently pointing out strategies and displaying a spirited demeanor, almost making people overlook her gender

Su Mo thought again: Even if I am the most ridiculous right now

Su Mo smiled helplessly and responded gently. After putting down her headphones, her male colleague sitting opposite teased her: "I really didn't see it coming; you are quite the flirt. You talked on the phone for so long, and your voice was so sweet it could almost be squeezed for juice. I bet that guy is completely smitten and still secretly enjoying it."

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. She resolved to pay more attention to her tone of voice next time, to avoid becoming a laughingstock in front of others. However, most of her female colleagues were the same; from the moment they answered the phone, a normally composed person would suddenly become delicate and affected, and many male clients seemed to fall for this act. Su Mo felt that she was gradually integrating into this group, learning to employ little tricks to deal with men, using the advantages of her gender to approach her targets. This change transitioned from being spontaneous to conscious, yet it went unnoticed by her.

The movements on her body came to an abrupt halt, and she let out a sigh-like whisper: "An, I know it's you..." Her fingertips glided down from the man's chest, then over his solid abdominal muscles, continuing downward... Su Mo couldn't help but smile slightly, thinking to herself: When did your figure improve again, just like when we were in college... Su Mo couldn't help but smile slightly, thinking to herself: When did your figure improve again, just like when we were in college...

At the departmental meeting, Cong Rong also remarked: "Some of you should not be complacent just because you have secured a few small orders; the road ahead is still long. Sales targets increase year after year, so if you don't want to pack up and leave, you better start practicing quickly." Her gaze swept over Su Mo's face, and Su Mo couldn't help but let out a deep sigh from the bottom of her heart, comforting herself: at least I have already started.

Everyone laughed along, and Rong said, "That's just how I am, I can't keep things to myself." She turned to Su Mo and asked, "How are you getting home later?"

The man winced in pain, gripping her wrist tightly, and scolded in a low voice: "You are the crazy one, aren't you?"

The amount is quite small, and the client is difficult to deal with, which has consumed a considerable amount of effort. In the end, that client said on the phone: "Miss Su, I think your voice is very pleasant. May I ask if you are a recent university graduate? I apologize for prying into your privacy; I am just a bit curious. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely visit your company. You should still be there at that time, right..." I apologize for prying into your privacy; I am just a bit curious. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely visit your company. You should still be there at that time, right..."

Su Mo gradually felt dizzy and thought to herself that her tolerance for alcohol was so poor, having only had a few drinks before feeling unwell. She had no choice but to lean on the sofa for a while, and finally saw someone coming out from the inner room, but it was those men, each one swaying out with a young girl in their arms.

Su Mo raised her soft arms with great effort, trying to touch the man's chest, and involuntarily moaned, "An, is that you?"

Rong said: Engaging in sales is about cultivating one's heart, courage, and resilience. Eventually, one becomes like an old oil stick in a thousand rolls of oil, with tough skin and coarse flesh, soft on the outside but hard at heart, impervious to all poisons

Su Mo thought: He must have changed his mind, he has fallen in love with me again. Yes, Tong Ruian has returned, even if only in my dreams

Blood rushed to her head, and Su Mo gathered all her strength to slap him sharply, saying: "You... madman, rogue..."

Su Mo envied her, yet could not emulate her, and could only slowly explore her own methods amidst an intangible awkwardness

After three months of telephone sales, Su Mo's restlessness gradually subsided. Her reaction to customer rejections was no longer as troubled as before; instead, she faced challenges with a more positive attitude. In Rong's words, she had "become more adaptable".

She is very tired, and with such a long sentence, she lacks the strength to express it completely; those words are as fragmented as her thoughts and body

As the dinner party came to an end, Rong left first, while Wang Siwei accompanied the others in the inner room to set up a mahjong table. Su Mo and Wang Siwei's subordinate, Xiao Xiao, sat on the sofa in the outer room waiting. Before long, a waiter came in to serve them drinks and a fruit platter.

Su Mo slightly lowered her head and said, "I don't find it boring; I've been listening to you all talk." The man chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of lazy intoxication. She fell silent for a moment but then heard Rong say, "I'll go to the office in a while to sort out the contract; we can sign it tomorrow."

The man looked at her and smiled: "You called my name so loudly just now, do you not know who I am?" He added, "That was quite a strong call."

Wang Siwei chuckled, "That old fellow changes his tastes every moment; today it's the east wind, tomorrow it's the west wind. Who knows?" After saying this, he sprawled out on the sofa and refused to move again

Wang Siwei approached her and smiled as he looked down: "Of course, I will take you back in a moment, I will not go back on my word"

After experiencing the frustration of having the phone slammed down on her, Su Mo finally secured her first order two months later

However, at this moment, □ truly felt an unusual fullness, a strong friction, as she was repeatedly thrust into the clouds by someone. The once familiar sensations surged towards her, crazily engulfing her body, her mind, and even everything about her, and she yearned to embrace it all without reservation

As Su Mo stepped into the hall, she immediately felt that her attire was almost of a substandard quality.

The man suddenly struck heavily, and the pain surged through his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Su Mo felt as if his soul had been scattered, almost dying in a nightmare, or perhaps slowly awakening in a thick, real darkness. With a heart full of fear, he opened his eyes, only to realize that he was not in darkness; the bedside lamp emitted a soft, hazy light

She was confused and unable to break free, yet she trembled as she asked, "Who are you?"

Xiao Xiao said, "It's not much, right? This medicine is quite effective," and then asked, "What should we do now?"

Wang Siwei also smiled and said, "You are too anxious; we are old friends, do you really fear that someone will run away?"

The client chuckled, "You are still so decisive and efficient as a manager."

During this dinner, Su Mo felt somewhat fatigued. Apart from Cong Rong and Wang Siwei, she did not recognize any of the other middle-aged men in suits with protruding bellies, nor the two or three young women present. She could only follow Cong Rong in toasting each person. Cong Rong was always adept in such situations, and within a few rounds of drinks, she had already secured a deal with someone.

Laughter and banter occasionally echoed from the inner room, interspersed with flirtatious teasing between men and women. Su Mo felt uneasy upon hearing this and, looking for something to do, picked a slice of dragon fruit from the plate on the coffee table, just as she was about to eat it. Xiao Sha stopped her, saying that it was clearly not ripe and would definitely be sour, and then kindly handed her a glass of juice. Su Mo hurriedly accepted it, and the two of them chatted about various topics related to the library, consuming quite a bit of the drinks in the process.

Su Mo thought: How could I have such a dream? It's truly ridiculous

Of course, Su Mo has no answers here. The person who can appear alongside Wang Siwei and Cong Rong must be a heavyweight figure. However, she cannot understand why someone like her, an unknown individual, is involved. Su Mo herself is also puzzled and has no time to think too much about it. Yet, she cannot help but feel a flutter in her heart, as if a long-hidden expectation is quietly surfacing, containing a rather subtle beauty that also brings a sense of unease.

Xiao Xiao was taken aback: "I remember you previously said it was 208"

A naked man was lying on top of her, with completely unfamiliar features, bloodshot eyes, and a cold expression.

Su Mo died once again, this time from fright

Xiao Xiao let out an "oh," picked up the unconscious woman from the sofa, and couldn't help but add, "Isn't Boss Shang usually only fond of young girls? How did he end up with someone like this?"

Wang Siwei looked at Xiao Xiao and said, "How much did you drink to end up like this?"

Su Mo observed in secret, carefully savoring the formal remarks made by Rong just now. Still not fully digested, her absent-minded expression led others to misunderstand her.

Wang Siwei said: "What should we do? Just serve it cold. It was agreed to send a gift to that old fellow with the surname Shang. 209, you need to get her up there now, and that old fellow will arrive immediately."

The rough and heated breaths of a man continuously echoed in my ears, forceful, urgent, exuding an incredibly seductive aura, just like him, it is indeed him

Time flies, and Su Mo's hand injury gradually heals, yet she still has not had the opportunity to formally engage with clients in her work, remaining at the very bottom of her department.

Wang Siwei suddenly felt a bit confused. He had just played a little too much and had taken in too much powder. After thinking carefully, he recalled that he had reserved the presidential suites 208 and 209 for someone, one for Shang Chun and the other for that person... But that person seemed to really dislike the number "8"... No, it can't be, how could anyone dislike this number? 8, prosperity, isn't it very auspicious? Wang Siwei reached up to pat his forehead and finally confirmed: "It's definitely 209, no doubt about it, hurry up!"

He drove from Rong to pick her up, with the destination being a private club located by the sea in the eastern part of the city

Su Mo felt as if she were dreaming, or rather, experiencing a spring dream

Su Mo thought: Of course, I will follow you since I am unfamiliar with this place. Before she could respond, she heard Wang Siwei casually reply: "You go ahead with your business, I will take her."

Su Mo squinted her eyes, feeling that the way that group of people walked was quite strange, yet she could not pinpoint what was odd about it. Finally, Wang Siwei came out from the inner room, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Su Mo forced herself to muster some energy and asked, "Mr. Wang, may I go back now?"

Su Mo was taken aback and hurriedly said, "I was not flirting." As she spoke the last two words, her face flushed slightly. At that time, she was solely focused on securing the contract and had forgotten her reservations. Now, upon careful reflection, those words and attitudes indeed seemed somewhat frivolous and lacked seriousness.

One day after work, after receiving a call from Rong, she suddenly stopped her, saying that there was a dinner with several clients that evening and invited her to join. Su Mo was somewhat surprised, and Rong seemed even more astonished than her. She tilted her head to scrutinize Su Mo for a while and muttered, "What is going on here? Why did Mr. Wang ask you to go?"

Su Mo felt her eyelids growing heavier, and she inwardly exclaimed that it was not good: this time she was truly drunk

Since the time she started the cold war with Tong Ruian, she has not been involved with any man, or rather, it is the men who are unwilling to approach her, not even willing to glance at her. She has been deeply hurt by this, and her dignity as a woman has been trampled into the mud.

Su Mo does not like this version of herself