Jiang Xun reached out and took the tablet, his fingers casually sliding across the screen.
The images on the screen flashed by rapidly, like a bizarre and alluring lottery.
Mu Qingxue held her breath nervously, watching his finger, as if that finger was about to decide the life or death of her entire project.
Finally, Jiang Xun's finger stopped.
The character frozen on the screen was one she had never expected.
It was a two-dimensional girl with long, gradient blue hair, a pair of delicate black horns on her head, and a golden bell hanging around her neck.
The girl wore a boldly cut black, white, and gold three-color one-piece suit, outlining her exquisite curves, with black thigh-high stockings encasing her long, slender legs, exuding ultimate sexiness with an elegant touch.
It was Ganyu, a character from the global hit game, "Genshin Impact."
Jiang Xun opened his eyes, then looked up, assessing Mu Qingxue with interest, as if evaluating her compatibility with this character.
Then, he spoke languidly, issuing his final command for the night.
"Her, then."
"I want to see 'The Ace Secretary Working Overtime.'"
Mu Qingxue stared at the two-dimensional character on the screen, with horns on her head and a black one-piece suit, completely stunned.
Her mind was blank.
This... what is this?
There's too little fabric on this outfit, isn't there?
And those horns and the bell... this isn't just a regular uniform, this is a completely different species!
Her first reaction was absurdity, a strong resistance.
To make her portray a character from a game? This was even more humiliating than making her use a pointer.
But this emotion only lasted for three seconds.
After three seconds, all the absurdity and resistance were replaced by a more powerful emotion.
It was an emotion called "desperation."
Wen Wan.
This name was like a needle, sharply pricking her.
Wen Wan could attract Jiang Xun in ways she couldn't achieve, through art and soul resonance.
And Mu Qingxue, all she possessed was wealth, and... an execution ability with no bottom line.
This was an assessment.
It was the most crucial stress test that would determine her future status.
She couldn't lose.
And she couldn't afford to lose.
Mu Qingxue's gaze changed instantly, all confusion and shyness fading away, leaving only the determination of someone who had burned her bridges.
She nodded heavily and bowed deeply to Jiang Xun.
"Yes, sir."
Her voice carried a trembling hint of resolve.
"Please... wait a moment."
Having said that, she almost fled, turning and rushing towards the huge walk-in closet on the second floor of the villa, which was comparable to a luxury goods showroom.
Jiang Xun leaned back on the sofa at his leisure, listening to the loud rummaging from upstairs, as if a construction crew was at work inside.
He picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening.
He was very much looking forward to it.
He looked forward to seeing how this proud, icy female CEO would accomplish this "impossible mission."
Time passed by minute by minute.
About half an hour later, the commotion upstairs finally ceased.
Jiang Xun could hear a rustling of fabric and a few suppressed, embarrassed gasps.
After a few more minutes, faint footsteps finally sounded from the staircase.
The footsteps were slow, hesitant, carrying an extreme reluctance.
Jiang Xun looked up towards the staircase.
The moment that figure fully appeared in his sight, even Jiang Xun, who was accustomed to grand scenes, found his breathing momentarily halted.
The woman before him could no longer be called Mu Qingxue.
She seemed to have truly stepped from the two-dimensional game world into reality.
Her soft, inky black long hair had been meticulously styled into a gradient blue like the night sky, the ends slightly curled, falling smoothly to her waist.
On her head, a pair of smooth black horns, like dark jade, curved elegantly backward, shimmering with a mysterious glow.
Around her fair neck, a red knot was tied, with a genuine golden bell hanging in the center, emitting a crisp and pleasant "ding-a-ling" sound with her slightest movement.
She was wearing the perfectly replicated black, white, and gold three-color one-piece suit.
The tight black silk material flawlessly outlined the perfect body curves she maintained through years of fitness as a CEO, revealing them without reservation.
The bold cut-out design on the chest exposed a large expanse of fair skin and a deep cleavage.
The golden accessories at her waist and the flowing, enormous back hem, like water sleeves, added a touch of ethereal grace and elegance to her sexiness.
Most striking were her straight, slender legs, encased in black thigh-high stockings, with golden patterns on the cuffs extending all the way to her upper thighs, gleaming under the lights, full of both ascetic and deadly allure.
Her face was adorned with delicate light makeup, purple eyeshadow adding a touch of the "immortal beast's" charm to her usually cool eyes.
She lowered her gaze slightly, her long eyelashes trembling constantly, her eyes perfectly blending the inherent gentleness of the character with a kind of exhausted and socially awkward demeanor, as if she had just finished working overtime for ten thousand years.
Jiang Xun had to admit that Mu Qingxue's execution ability had exceeded his imagination.
This was no longer a simple cosplay.
This was "divine descent."
Mu Qingxue, no, at this moment she should be called "Ganyu," held onto the stair railing and descended step by step, extremely slowly.
With each step, the bell around her neck jingled, like an unfeeling announcement of her current shame.
She could feel Jiang Xun's undisguised gaze, full of scrutiny and amusement, sweeping over her from head to toe like a searchlight.
Her cheeks were burning hot, and her exposed skin took on a beautiful rosy hue.
She stood awkwardly in front of Jiang Xun, nervously twisting the wide cuffs of her sleeves, unsure of what to do.
Finally, as if remembering something, she took a deep breath, trying to immerse herself in the role.
Mimicking the character from the game, she clasped her hands in front of her and performed an elegant curtsy, a gesture from the land of Teyvat, for Jiang Xun.
Then, she looked up and, with a sweet voice tinged with uncertainty and humility, softly said:
"For the Geo Archon... ah, no, for sir..."
Her voice paused, as if to encourage herself, and she added another sentence.
"...And for the overtime pay, I am willing to do anything."