The vicious female supporting role becomes the female lead

After dinner, before the steamy atmosphere had dissipated, the family, drawn by an invisible magnetic force, settled comfortably into the spacious and warm living room. Chu Qiao, like a cheerful little bird, eagerly pulled the brand-new book, which seemed to emit the scent of ink, from her bag. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, like bright stars, as she excitedly showed her parents this treasure that had so captivated her.

Her father, usually calm and reserved, was also touched by his daughter's enthusiasm. His calm eyes gradually lit up with intense interest, as if he had opened a whole new ocean of knowledge. The interaction between father and son, mother and daughter, unfolded quietly. They sat together, sometimes discussing quietly, sometimes smiling knowingly, their expressions focused as if they were savoring every word in the book. Time slipped away in this joyful conversation, like a playful child, leaving only a warm atmosphere in the air.

Night slowly enveloped the world like a vast black curtain. Chu Qiao gently stood up and walked briskly back to her room, filled with innocence and dreams. She carefully placed the new books neatly on the orderly rows of shelves, as if she were carefully placing a precious treasure.

Then, she slowly sat down at her plain yet elegant desk, her eyes revealing a hint of determination and anticipation. She picked up her pen and lightly sketched a few vague lines on the paper, the initial outlines of her writing project. She longed to perfectly integrate everything she had felt today—the surprise brought by the book, the joy of communicating with her parents, the little details of life—into her novel, so that the words would no longer be just cold symbols, but would be filled with the color and warmth of life, as if she could touch the warmth of the sun and smell the fragrance of flowers.

Then, she deftly turned on the computer that had been with her for so long. The familiar startup music played, as if prelude to her impending creative journey. She took a deep breath, her fingers dancing lightly across the keyboard like nimble butterflies. The crisp, melodious tapping was like a beautiful piece of music. Vivid words flowed out like a spring, carrying her emotions and thoughts, leaping and dancing across the screen.

Chu Qiao felt her creative inspiration ignite like a blazing flame, blazing and dazzling. Her stories were filled with the delicate fragrance of books in bookshops, where each book felt like a dormant spirit, waiting to be awakened; the tranquility and warmth of coffee cafés, where the aroma of coffee woven into a gentle painting in the air; and the boundless warmth of her family, flowing through her heart like a warm current, giving her strength and courage.

She was immersed in her own creative world, forgetting all the noise from the outside world. Only the words that kept emerging told the story in her heart.

As the night deepened, Chu Qiao finished a day's writing, feeling both satisfied and exhausted. She turned off her computer, stood up, and stretched. The starry sky outside the window shone brightly, and she made a wish to the stars, hoping that her writing career would continue to grow.

Chu Qiao lay down on her bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. In her dream, she continued to wander through the shelves of the bookstore, searching for stories that would inspire her. She knew that every day was a new beginning, and she was ready to embrace new challenges and adventures.

The morning sun filtered through the slits in the curtains, gently brushing Chu Qiao's face and waking her from a sweet dream. She opened her eyes, stretched, and quickly got up to begin preparing for the new week. The leisurely weekend had passed, and now it was time to return to work and continue her challenge—to capture Bo Zhengting.

Chu Qiao walked into the bathroom and washed her face with cold water to clear her head. She smiled at herself in the mirror, encouraging herself before beginning to fix her appearance. She chose a business suit that was both professional and feminine, paired with simple jewelry, creating a look that was both capable and elegant.

In the kitchen, Chu Qiao quickly prepared a balanced breakfast for herself—a bowl of oatmeal porridge with fresh fruit and a glass of milk. While she ate, she browsed the morning news, catching up on the latest industry trends and market information, preparing for the day's work.

After breakfast, Chu Qiao picked up her bag, walked out of the house, and headed for the basement garage. Her car was a sleek, high-performance sedan, and she loved the feeling of control behind the wheel. She climbed in, adjusted her seat and rearview mirror, then started the car and slowly drove out of the garage.

On the way to the company, Chu Qiao's thoughts began to drift towards Bo Zhengting. She knew that winning him over wouldn't be easy, but he was an important goal for her. She recalled their interactions and wondered how she could get closer to him, earn his trust and favor.

Chu Qiao knew that she needed to demonstrate her professional ability and personal charm, while also being sincere and patient. She planned to not only complete her own tasks at work today, but also look for opportunities to cooperate with Bo Zhengting and demonstrate her own value.

After arriving at the company, Chu Qiao parked her car and walked confidently into the office building. She greeted her colleagues, displaying warmth and friendliness. She knew that good interpersonal relationships were equally important to her plans.

In that spacious, minimalist office, Chu Qiao, standing tall and straight, moved like a nimble cheetah, swiftly entering a state of intense yet orderly work. Her bright eyes fixed intently on the computer screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard like butterflies, quickly processing the mountain of emails and thick stacks of documents.

Every email is like intelligence on the battlefield, requiring her to carefully screen and quickly reply; every document is like a treasure waiting to be developed, requiring her to carefully sort out and properly archive.

At the same time, she methodically planned her work schedule for the day, prioritizing each task one by one, like a general commanding an army. Her efficiency was simply astonishing, and she handled complex problems decisively and effectively, as if they were utterly insurmountable before her.

Her efficiency and decisiveness, like a dazzling light, deeply attracted her colleagues around her, making them look at her with admiration and appreciation, and they couldn't help but look at her with admiration.

Lunchtime quietly arrived, and Chu Qiao, cleverly, carefully selected a quiet restaurant tucked away in a corner of the office, yet close enough to where Bo Zhengting often passed. She knew this location had unique advantages: it wouldn't be too noisy to disrupt their conversation, yet it would increase the chances of a chance encounter.

Dressed in a simple and elegant business suit, she sat gracefully by the window, like a quietly blooming lotus, her eyes revealing a hint of anticipation. When she saw the familiar figure slowly enter the restaurant, her heart moved slightly, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

She hopes to have an in-depth communication with him in such a relaxed and pleasant environment, understand his inner interests and hobbies through conversation, and find common topics that can bring them closer.

To this end, she did her homework in advance and prepared a series of exciting topics about the latest industry trends and cutting-edge technologies. These topics were like keys to open the door to his heart. She hoped to use them to successfully arouse his strong interest and thus start a wonderful interactive journey.