Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Miss Li is Not a Vase Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Miss Li is Not a Vase Not long after, Shang Yu waved his hand with a cool glint in his eyes, and Luoyu and Liuyun left, one after the other.

Li Qiao sat on the couch, watching Luoyu’s retreating figure, and nonchalantly curled the corner of her mouth.

In the adjacent meeting room, Liuyun closed the door with the back of his hand and looked at Luoyu with a helpless frown, “Why did you have to rub Master Yan the wrong way as soon as you got back?”

Luoyu had been working in Parma for the past six months, and if it hadn’t been for Zhui Feng’s accident and her hurried deployment, she might not have returned any time soon.

Liuyun himself hadn’t expected that Luoyu would dare to be disrespectful to Miss Li in front of Master Yan.

At that moment, Luoyu crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with a cold light flickering at the corner of her narrow eyes, “This isn’t about rubbing someone the wrong way.

If his identity was solely the Chairman of Yan Emperor Group, even if he had a harem of three thousand beauties, I wouldn’t spare a second glance.

But you know what the reality is.

I admit, she is beautiful and smart.

But is it of any use?

How many people in Parma are eyeing Master Yan’s position with envy, not to mention the hall masters and uncles in our own family, all too eager to find his weakness and take him down.

Does a vase like her have the right to warrant his protection?

If one day Master Yan is cornered and attacked, are you sure that girl won’t be scared out of her wits?”

Thrown down like a gauntlet, Liuyun fell silent, unable to resist countering, “Actually…

after interacting with her these past days, I think Miss Li isn’t just a vase.

Besides, you said it yourself, she does a very good job translating documents.”

Luoyu ran her fingers through her short hair, sighing with a hint of disappointment, “Good translation, I admit.

But any dedicated translator can do just as well.

Do you think that’s enough?

Liuyun, since when have you started making decisions based on feelings?”

Liuyun met Luoyu’s gaze in a flash, saying with a complex tone, “It’s too early to reach a conclusion about Miss Li.

But what you did earlier in there was indeed inappropriate.”

At this, Luoyu ground her toe into the carpet and strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window, bending her knuckles to knock twice on the windowpane, “So, even if I can’t stand it, I have to bear with it?

Liuyun, have you forgotten the mission of us, the four loyal guardians?

We’re here to assist, not to serve.”

…

In the office next door, the Chairman’s.

After Liuyun and Luoyu left, silence spread through the room, still faintly lingering with the aroma of food.

Li Qiao sat quietly for a while before getting up to turn on the fresh air system.

She turned around slowly, eyes on Shang Yu’s leisurely and graceful sitting posture, pursed her lips, and asked, “Master Yan, what position does Luoyu hold in the group?”

The Four Assistants, in Yan Emperor Group, could be said to be second only to one.

All of Luoyu’s earlier behavior had given Li Qiao a sense of something out of the ordinary.

That set of translation materials, Shang Yu didn’t even look at them but had handed them directly to Luoyu instead.

Just based on this, Li Qiao speculated that Luoyu’s position must be quite high.

As expected, what Shang Yu said next confirmed her thoughts.

At that moment, the man straightened his shirt, his exquisite and enticing face exuding a comfortable casualness, “Deputy Chairman.

Luoyu is primarily in charge of the group’s pharmaceutical companies and investment projects.

As of now, she ranks first in capabilities among the four.”

Li Qiao’s eyebrows lifted inadvertently, a trace of interest showing in her eyes, “Is that so…”

She had underestimated Luoyu–out of the trio of men and one woman, she was actually the strongest.

“So, winning the approval of all four of them won’t be easy, you’ll need to work hard.” Shang Yu rose and walked over to Li Qiao, patting the top of her head gently with his dry palm, his voice carrying a light chuckle.