She's done for!
That was the unanimous verdict from Qiu You'er and the rest of the team.
Bai Tao had clearly lost her mind.
When you say "yours," you're supposed to look at Qiu—not Luo He!
How hard was that to grasp?!
If you're staring at the CEO, the correct answer is "hers"!
Just as everyone was mentally facepalming over Bai Tao's nervous blunder—
Luo He moved.
In one fluid motion, he strode to her desk, picked up the lunchbox, and flashed a smile.
"Thanks."
Then he walked away like it was nothing.
WTF?!
The entire department short-circuited. Eyes glazed over, souls vacating bodies—only their pupils mechanically tracking Luo He's exit.
Qiu You'er in particular felt her spirit ascend to the heavens.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What did I just—
Actually, she knew. She'd just tried to steal breakfast from the CEO.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound of leather shoes faded into the distance.
Yet everyone kept staring at the empty doorway, paralyzed.
Squeak!
Bai Tao slumped into her chair, defeated.
Her peaceful, slacker life—gone.
No more lazy afternoons, no more flying under the radar.
Boom!
Her movement triggered an explosion.
Within seconds, her cubicle was swarmed.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
"You bought breakfast for President Luo?!"
"It was really his?!"
"He came HERE just to get it from YOU?!"
"SPILL IT NOW—I'M DYING!"
The questions came like gunfire.
And who could blame them? This was unthinkable.
Luo He—the untouchable, ice-cold CEO—had personally marched into Marketing… for takeout.
Even crazier? The man famously allergic to female attention had just shared what looked like a moment with Bai Tao.
Yes, everyone noticed: His expression had softened. By Luo He standards, that counted as flirting.
Cornered by their burning stares, Bai Tao caved.
"There's a breakfast spot near my place. President Luo heard it was good, knew I lived nearby, and asked me to grab some. That's it."
"BULLSHIT!"
"Yeah right!"
"What 'breakfast' requires a steel lunchbox?!"
"Bai Tao, truth—now!"
She sighed. "Fine. I'm Luo He's girlfriend."
GASP!
The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.
Snap!
Every head whipped toward the door—confirming no one overheard—before spinning back, horrified.
"ARE YOU INSANE?!"
"You can't just say that!"
"Holy shit, if you wanna die, don't drag me down—I'm your mentor!" Qiu trembled like a leaf.
Bai Tao: "......"
You don't believe the takeout story. You don't believe the girlfriend bit. What do you want?
Should I say we're playing house?
…Which, technically, wasn't wrong.
Bai Tao's mind shorted out.
Here she was—25 years old—indulging a 28-year-old man's make-believe game.
The crowd exchanged glances… then scattered.
First, they dared not ask any more questions.
If what Bai Tao said got out, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Second, they were more inclined to believe the first statement.
In contrast, the second one was too far-fetched.
How could Bai Tao be President Luo's girlfriend?
Please. The women chasing him were elites: old-money heiresses, Ivy League grads, legs-for-days supermodels.
Sure, Bai Tao was pretty. But that was enough to win Luo He?
Wouldn't that mean… the CEO was shallow?
Unthinkable.
Luo He would never judge by looks alone.
Meanwhile, CEO Office
Luo He leaned back in his leather chair, breakfast untouched.
Something felt… different about Bai Tao today.
Prettier than last night.
More radiant.
And that glare she'd shot him?
Feisty.
Adorable.
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