No matter how much they racked their brains, they never imagined that Mo Qingning had such a background.

Because she was way too low-key in the department!

She rarely spoke, focusing solely on design, yet unexpectedly...

Mo Qingning leapt off Mo Chuxi’s back with a "whoo" and then walked up to Chun, bending over with a smile.

"Little Cutie, what’s the gift?"

"Here."

Chun extended her hand to give a handmade card, blinking her beautiful big eyes, offering blessings.

"Happy birthday Aunt, forever, forever eighteen!"

"Wow, such sweet words, who taught you that?"

Mo Qingning beamed with joy.

Chun extended her cute finger to point at Yan Xinxin.

"Mama taught me."

"Auntie, Auntie, I also made a gift for you!"

Little Mo Chenxi ran over, handing over a card that plays a birthday song.

"Happy birthday Aunt! A century of harmony, may you soon have a child!"

"..."

Yan Xinxin’s eyes widened.

"Xi, what are you saying? That’s not how you wish someone a happy birthday."

"Why isn’t it?"

Little Mo Chenxi said earnestly, pointing at Mo Chuxi.

"Daddy taught me."

"..."

Yan Xinxin raised her eyes to look at the serene-faced man.

"Isn’t she dating Yize? In that case, what my son said is also a form of blessing."

Mo Chuxi casually opened his lips, then looked at the group of dazed people.

"Actually, today is my sister Qingqing’s birthday. I didn’t want anyone outside of this family to be involved, but since you’re all Qingqing’s colleagues, I invited you today not just for dinner but also to give you a task."

He spoke casually, yet his imposing presence could not be ignored.

Jiaojiao and Daidai’s faces burned red with embarrassment.

The person they had been mocking and looking down upon turned out to be the eldest daughter of the top elite family in Ancheng...

This time they’ve truly courted trouble and invited disaster upon themselves!

Suddenly, Mo Chuxi raised his hand, a delicately packaged letter clamped between his long index and middle fingers, to Mo Qingning.

"Your birthday present."

Mo Qingning looked at the letter, her brow arching.

"Could it be an eight-figure check?"

"Dream on. I need to save my money for my son’s marriage."

"Well, I do want to see what it is."

Mo Qingning’s interest piqued, she reached out and opened the envelope, her beautiful pupils enlarging.

"This is..."

"I now announce the official launch of Di Jue’s wedding dress brand, the trademark registration complete, and from now on, Mo Qingning will be the head of the wedding dress department."

Mo Chuxi said as he looked at the group of men and women, his cold eyes finally landing on Jiaojiao and Daidai’s flushed faces.

"Those who wish to continue working at Di Jue will collaborate with my sister to manage this department properly, and once the brand takes off, you will be considered veteran members, Di Jue will treat you well."

"As for certain unruly individuals...you have two days to write an over ten-thousand-word self-reflection. If plagiarism or insincerity is detected, you’ll be kicked out of Di Jue immediately."

Upon hearing Mo Chuxi’s words, Jiaojiao and Daidai shivered in fear.

But Mo Chuxi’s stern reprimands were far from over.

"Without adequate weight, keep your sharp tongue and snobbish eyes closed. With your narrow-minded view, you wouldn’t recognize even if the President stood before you, so you’d better behave, or else you’ll never know whom you’ll offend next."

"Now open your eyes wide and see clearly, Qingning is my sister, Mo Chuxi. If I hear another rumor, watch out for your future days."