Until a new photographer joined the magazine.
The moment Fang Chuoqi saw the photographer, she fell in love. Unfortunately, he was interested in Lu Haiqiao.
After more than half a year of this unrequited love, the photographer confessed to Lu Haiqiao.
As expected, he was rejected. Perhaps because he felt embarrassed, the photographer resigned the next day.
From then on, Fang Chuoqi disliked Lu Haiqiao. Especially after she was promoted to manager of the administration department, her mockery and taunts escalated.
Even in casual conversations among colleagues, as long as it was about Lu Haiqiao, no matter how positive it was, she would find something negative to say. She never missed an opportunity to criticize or belittle Lu Haiqiao daily at work.
However, she could only find fault with small things like arriving late or leaving early. Lu Haiqiao had never made a mistake in terms of work.
"What? What's so great about taking a leave? Can it be used as a death exemption card?" Fang Chuoqi sneered.
Lu Haiqiao had a bad temper since childhood.
It could be compared to a small cannonball since it was so bad.
It would explode at the slightest touch.
However, her grandfather and mother had always taught her to be tolerant. They said it was a waste of time to fuss over trivial matters. In addition, she was born with a sweet and pleasant appearance. Even if she showed obvious anger, most people would just see it as a soft girl who was aggrieved.
Feeling aggrieved could be quite effective with parents and teachers, but it wasn't the same with peers. In the eyes of her peers, it wasn't such a simple matter.
Terms like 'green tea'[1.calculating and manipulative], 'white lotus'[2.women who look pure but scheming and rotten-minded], 'brown-noser', and even harsher words like 'sl*t' and 'pretentious' had been used to describe her since she was young. She had heard these words so often that her ears had developed calluses.
However, she never took these comments to heart.
Not because she was particularly generous or tolerant, but because these people were only talking behind her back, and they hadn't done anything truly malicious.
After all, Lu Haiqiao was a well-behaved girl who consistently ranked first in her class. If she complained to the teachers, they would take her side.
Those who gossiped were not fools, they were just doing it for pleasure and satisfaction. They didn't want to get themselves into trouble.
Although Fang Chuoqi wore eight-centimeter high heels, she still felt inferior compared to the tall and elegant Lu Haiqiao.
She tilted her chin slightly and cast an unfriendly look in Lu Haiqiao's direction.
However, Lu Haiqiao only glanced at her and said nothing.
People who provoked Lu Haiqiao face-on were of a lower caliber. Responding to that would be equivalent to devaluing herself.
Moreover, at this moment, Lu Haiqiao was more concerned about who had taken those two paintings. Compared to that, Fang Chuoqi didn't even register on her radar.
It was probably about time. Lu Haiqiao took out her phone.
It was exactly five o'clock.
She opened DingTalk, switched to the clock-in page, and lightly tapped with her fingertip.
With a vibration, her clock-out was successful.
Although Lu Haiqiao was on leave, she would still clock in and out on time.
"Off work." She left those two words lightly and turned to leave, leaving Fang Chuoqi alone in place, stomping her feet in frustration.
Lu Haiqiao could imagine Fang Chuoqi furious to the point where her features were contorted.
It was like putting all your strength into a punch, thinking your opponent would be seriously injured, but instead, the punch landed on a pile of cotton and bounced back, leaving the opponent unharmed, while you ended up falling flat on your back.
Lu Haiqiao smiled. This was much more interesting than a confrontation.
The enemy was wiped out without firing a shot.
After leaving the office building, Lu Haiqiao received a WeChat voice message from Xu Duo.
It had only been an hour since the auction ended, how could there be news so soon?