In the conference room.

Lawyer Yue Wensheng repeated his earlier statement.

Han Yuping nodded, opened one of the legal letters, and her expression shifted.

She took a deep breath and looked at Liu Renjie and the others. "Is there anything that couldn't have been discussed with the company first? Was it necessary to blow things out of proportion like this?"

As the Vice President of HR, Han Yuping held a very high position in the company.

She had personally interviewed almost every employee and knew them well.

However, she never imagined that such a small issue over bonuses would escalate to this extent, far beyond the company's expectations.

Hou Yan couldn't hold back and quietly retorted, "President Han, we did try to communicate with the company, but you ignored us!"

"It's one thing not to pay the bonuses, but you're making it difficult for us to resign." Follow current novels on noⅴelfire.net

"Exactly! Normally, it takes three or four days to process a resignation, but dragging it out for 30 days is just a way to make things hard for us."

"Alright, fine." Han Yuping glanced at the well-dressed elite lawyers in front of her. "Please take a seat; our external legal counsel will be here shortly, and we'll need to clarify some issues face-to-face."

She pulled out her phone and quickly walked out of the room.

As a media company of considerable scale, they had external law firms on retainer to handle such sudden situations. However, she still needed to inform the boss first.

Twenty minutes later.

There was a knock on the conference room door.

Han Yuping walked in with the company's in-house legal team and a lawyer carrying a briefcase.

Han Yuping smiled, "Lawyer Peng, I've already explained the situation to you. I'll leave this matter in your capable hands—I trust in the strength of Jujung Law Firm."

When Lawyer Peng saw who was sitting across from him, he pursed his lips, his face turning awkward. "Teacher Zhang, Lawyer Yue, Lawyer Wen, good afternoon."

"Peng, is that you?" Lawyer Zhang Yufeng raised an eyebrow, surprised to see the former intern who had once worked under him.

"Yes, it's me," Lawyer Peng replied with an awkward smile, then turned to Han Yuping. "President Han, perhaps we should step outside to discuss some details. I still need to understand the situation further."

Han Yuping, ever observant, quickly grasped the situation and nodded subtly.

Lawyer Peng greeted Quanjing Law Firm's lawyers and hurriedly walked out.

...

4:00 PM.

After bidding farewell to the assisting lawyers, Liu Renjie and the others returned to their desks, their faces flushed with excitement as they began preparing to hand over their work.

Following friendly negotiations between both parties, it was agreed that they would complete the handover by Wednesday, after which they could leave smoothly, and their bonuses would be paid along with their last month's salary.

He Liting pulled out a calculator and quickly calculated that she would receive 22,500 yuan, or 4.5 months' worth of salary, on the 10th of this month.

Her emotions surged, and she felt deeply grateful to the new boss she had never met.

With that amount, she could buy the same Carryall bag that Yaqian had.

Of course, she wouldn't be so wasteful if she had that much money.

Instead, she would buy high-end cosmetics, update her summer wardrobe, and perhaps even find a place closer to work to rent with Yaqian.

Thinking of this, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Zhao Yaqian: "Yaqian, I'll treat you to a fruit platter tonight when we get home!"

…

9:30 PM.

At Isha Beauty Salon.

Zhao Yaqian carefully operated the small bubble machine, focusing intently.

She evenly dissolved sebum, used vacuum suction for deep cleaning, and provided special care for the T-zone...

Finally, she applied a solution for deep penetration, ensuring the customer's skin received ample hydration and nutrients.

After completing the full "deep cleaning with small bubbles" treatment, Zhao Yaqian sanitized the equipment and gently said, "Miss Lin, your treatment is complete."

"Mm, I'll lie here a bit longer to let it absorb," the woman replied.

"Sure, no problem." Zhao Yaqian responded softly, then remembered her manager's instructions and added, "Miss Lin, our salon has introduced a new water-oil balance management package. It includes five projects and four treatments. Since you're a member, you can get a 40% discount, bringing the total to less than 6,000 yuan. It's a great deal."

Miss Lin glanced at her, her tone calm. "No need. My skin's been in great condition lately, so I don't need any adjustments."

"Yes, your skin looks amazing," Zhao Yaqian nodded, feeling awkward.

Miss Lin was a regular member of Isha Beauty Salon and had only booked a 129-yuan special treatment.

Her manager, Ms. Li, had specifically asked her to promote the new package to boost the average spend per customer, but Zhao Yaqian wasn't good with persuasive sales tactics.

After putting away the equipment and skincare products, Zhao Yaqian sat on a stool nearby, waiting for her shift to end while thinking about Tang Song.

At this hour on a weekday, the beauty salon was usually empty, making it the most relaxing time of the day.

About ten minutes later, Miss Lin got up, opened her locker, draped on her blazer, took out her bag, and pulled a lipstick to touch up her makeup in the mirror.

"Yaqian," her coworker, Yu Hong, approached quietly, "Where's your Carryall? Let me see it!"

She had been on vacation for the past few days and had only heard about the news today. She had been dying to see it and finally managed to wait until the end of the day.

Zhao Yaqian smiled, her eyes crinkling, "It's in my locker."

Although she had decided to only carry it once a week, today was Monday—the start of a new week—so she indulged herself by taking a taxi to work with it.

Miss Lin, applying her lipstick, perked up her ears and glanced at her beauty therapist curiously.

After a moment, she turned around and asked, "Is it the LV Carryall? Which size?"

"A medium," Zhao Yaqian replied, a little embarrassed.

Miss Lin smiled, "I've been thinking about buying that bag recently. Could I try it on? Don't worry. I'll do it right before you."

Zhao Yaqian hesitated but nodded, "Alright, I'll go get it."

Miss Lin always dressed in designer brands and carried a Dior bag—a wealthy woman. Zhao Yaqian figured she wouldn't harm her beloved bag.

"I'll go with you. I'm getting off work soon, too, so I'll change my clothes," Yu Hong said, quickly following her.

Zhao Yaqian changed her clothes in the employee locker room and removed a white fabric bag from her locker.

Opening it, she revealed the exquisite LV bag inside.

She cherished Tang Song's gift, even keeping it by her bedside at night.

Yu Hong touched it enviously, "It's so beautiful but a bit big. I'm shorter, so it wouldn't suit me."

Returning to the salon, they saw that Miss Lin had finished her makeup and was fully dressed.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the bag, and she quickly approached.

She took the LV from Zhao Yaqian and handed over her Dior chain bag. "Let's trade, so you won't worry."

Zhao Yaqian hesitated but then took the Dior bag.

Miss Lin's slender fingers ran over the vachetta leather, her eyes full of admiration.

She inspected the stitching, hardware, and inner label and commented, "It's definitely authentic. I didn't realize, Yaqian, you're quite impressive."

Zhao Yaqian smiled shyly, "It was a gift from my boyfriend—I couldn't afford it myself."

"Ah... a boyfriend. How generous," Miss Lin remarked, looking at her beauty therapist, her gaze complicated.

She slung the bag over her shoulder and admired herself in the mirror, striking different poses.

Her 173 cm height allowed her to easily carry the medium-sized Carryall, making her look elegant and stylish.

She even took out her phone to snap several selfies.

After filling it out, she reluctantly returned the bag and smiled, "Yaqian, let's add each other on WeChat. From now on, I'll come to you for my beauty treatments. I'm very knowledgeable about luxury goods, so if you ever need advice on caring for the bag, just ask me."

"Sure, thank you, Miss Lin," Zhao Yaqian replied happily, quickly taking out her phone to scan the QR code.

After adding her as a friend, Miss Lin said softly, "You can call me Muxue or just Xiaoxue. There's no need to be so formal."

"Okay," Zhao Yaqian nodded.

"Alright then, see you around, bye-bye~"

"Bye-bye~"

After leaving Isha Beauty Salon and getting into a car waiting on the side of the road, Lin Muxue opened WeChat.

She adjusted her privacy settings so that only certain contacts could see her post, then shared the selfies she had just taken.

She then opened Douyin, created a photo album video, edited the caption, and hit publish.

Only then did she lean back in her seat, satisfied, and begin to admire herself again.