Du Yuying picked up a test strip and sniffed it, exclaiming, "This Coco Mademoiselle smells amazing. No wonder it’s been a best-seller for years."

Liu Huihui nodded, "It has a fresh, sensual scent with clear layers. The fragrance is anything but simple. Du, if you really want to give this to Little Jing, it's a perfect choice. A 50ML bottle costs 1,160 yuan, and it’s a classy gift."

Du Shaokai rubbed his chin thoughtfully and smiled, "Alright, we'll settle on this. Next, we'll choose a cardholder, and that should be enough."

Du Yuying, full of envy, remarked, "Du, you're so generous. All this will cost at least five or six thousand."

Liu Huihui, with a complicated expression, teased, "Little Jing doesn't lack luxury items. If you gave them to me or Yuying, we might fall for you."

Though she always acted close to her colleague Tian Jing, there was a tinge of jealousy. Most female colleagues at the company felt the same way.

Du Shaokai didn't mind, "It doesn't matter if she lacks them or not. Today is Little Jing's first team-building event since being promoted to compensation manager. I need to make a gesture."

The mention of "compensation manager" made Liu Huihui even more uncomfortable. She had a bachelor's degree in human resources management and had worked diligently at Jinxiu Commerce for two years, yet she was still just a specialist. Tian Jing, on the other hand, easily laughed and joked her way to a managerial position. It was infuriating!

The three followed the Chanel salesperson to the bag section. Du Shaokai pointed at a style and asked, "Ladies, what do you think of this one? I saw it trending online with many recommendations."

Liu Huihui gently touched it and said sourly, "How could it not be good? This 4,700-yuan CF classic cardholder in black and silver is a hit, even though black and gold are more popular."

The salesperson added, "The black and gold version is currently out of stock and demands a premium on the market. This black and silver version is more classic, elegant, and versatile."

Du Shaokai nodded, admiring the cardholder's craftsmanship and the iconic Chanel logo that looked very high-end.

"It’s excellent. If my advisors have no objections, I'll buy it," he said, swinging the bag confidently.

Du Yuying pursed her lips in admiration, "We definitely have no objections. Such an expensive gift, combined with a guitar performance tonight, would sweep me off my feet."

Due to the May Day holiday and the company's good news, their team-building event was particularly large, including colleagues from several other departments. Nearly thirty people rented a villa for a house party, fully equipped with food, drinks, and entertainment.

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He was eager to impress Tian Jing, the daughter of a company shareholder. With the company poised for rapid growth, many board members, shareholders, and executives were planning to bring in their relatives post-holiday. Du Shaokai felt the pressure of competing against these real rich kids and was eager to make his mark during the May Day holiday.

"Package this cardholder along with the Coco Mademoiselle perfume in a gift box," he instructed.

"Certainly, sir. Please follow me to complete the transaction."

Watching Du Shaokai leave with the salesperson, Liu Huihui and Du Yuying couldn't help but feel envious. Du Shaokai, handsome, wealthy, and generous, was very popular among the female staff. Unfortunately, his heart was set on Tian Jing.

The two girls sighed and began browsing the luxurious store. "Isn't that the 22bag that Manager Tian often carries?" Du Yuying pointed at a prominently displayed bag. "It’s beautiful but so expensive, 45,000 yuan."

Liu Huihui nodded, "It's not exactly the same. Hers is a special edition with gold threads, much harder to get and even pricier."

While they were discussing, a white, slender hand reached for the 22bag. Elegant fingers, a white shirt cuff, a brown-black suit, and a pure black Chanel bag combined under soft lighting, creating a pleasing aesthetic.

The two girls couldn't take their eyes off the sight.

Tang Song gently caressed the soft leather, then glanced at the price tag, not surprised by the cost. Tian Jing, having casually gifted him a Longines watch worth tens of thousands, clearly didn't lack money.

Gao Mengting tugged on his arm and shook her head, "President Tang, this is too expensive. If you really want to gift me something, a few hundred yuan worth of lipstick or perfume would be enough. I’d consider it an employee benefit."

Meeting her gaze, Tang Song pointed to another item, "How about this one?"

Gao Mengting looked over and saw a Chanel WOC fortune bag priced at 20,900 yuan. Chanel bags were all expensive, with the cheapest costing over ten thousand yuan. Although she often browsed the store, she could never bring herself to buy such expensive items.

Just as she was about to refuse, she heard two surprised female voices.

"Tang Song!?"

"Brother Song!"

Gao Mengting turned to see two girls approaching, looking at them in astonishment. They were in their early twenties, wearing pretty short skirts and full makeup. Though not stunningly beautiful, they were youthful and attractive.

Tang Song waved at his colleagues, smiling, "What a coincidence, Huihui, Yuying."

He had always been reserved at work and wasn't particularly close to them. Besides, with Du Shaokai around, he hadn't greeted them earlier.

"It really is a coincidence," Liu Huihui said, unconsciously tidying her hair, her heart racing.

Though it had only been a week since they last saw him, Tang Song seemed much more handsome now. Tall and well-built, with sharp features, a charming smile with slightly upturned lips, and bright white teeth, he exuded a captivating charm. Dressed in a high-end suit, he looked like a leading man straight out of a workplace drama.

Both girls were taken aback.

How had Tang Song, who recently left the company, suddenly become so distinguished?

"Good afternoon, Brother Song. We didn't expect to see you here," Du Yuying said, taking a step closer, her eyes sparkling.

Tang Song's lips curled up, "I work at Yunxi Tower nearby. I came here to buy something during my break."

"Oh, I see," Du Yuying's face flushed slightly.

"Seems like you’re doing well. This isn't just leaving the company; it's a complete transformation," Liu Huihui remarked, secretly eyeing his suit. Though it didn't have a visible logo, the fabric and cut were clearly high-end, even better than what their company leaders wore.