This wasn’t something a normal person would say—only someone like Xu Wei, an airheaded loli, could blurt it out. Or maybe… innocently cutting.

Simple logic: if “boss’s wife” means the boss’s spouse when there’s a boss, then “deputy boss’s wife” must mean… a secondary wife.

Put nicely? A “secondary wife.” Put bluntly? “The other woman.” Or tragically? A “spare tire.”

I gave Xu Wei a helpless, wry smile. “Forget everything I just said. Just stick with your first thought—the one you had before you even asked.”

I shouldn’t have tried explaining things to an airheaded loli. The more I clarified, the messier it got.

Xu Wei pressed her tiny hands to her temples, straining to process my words.

“No, really—don’t overthink it. Just go back to what you originally believed.”

*Please stop trying to understand. I’m scared.* Honestly, being mistaken for the boss’s wife was way better than being labeled his mistress. One costs dignity. The other? Dignity *and* morality.

“Oh.”

Xu Wei nodded obediently and shrank back into her corner. Soon, the other girls gathered around.

“Done already, Boss Xiao Xi?”

Earlier, I’d asked Ai Li to round everyone up and prep to close.

They came—but questions lingered.

“But it’s still so early! The sky’s not even dark.”

“Yeah, closing now feels weird.”

I clapped my hands. “Just for today. First shift means a quick briefing—and your cooperation.”

Seeing their tense faces, I softened my tone. “Relax. Good news: Sister Qin Ning’s treating everyone to dinner after.”

“Really?!”

“YES!”

“Actual good news!”

“Employees get perks too? Awesome!”

Their cheers hadn’t faded when I dropped the next bomb.

“Before that—uniforms. Summer workwear. Everyone logs measurements with me by tomorrow.”

Silence. Then—explosion.

“Custom-made? Do we pay?”

“Part-timers included?”

“Seasonal styles?!”

I raised a hand. “Calm down. Shop covers it—Sister Qin Ning’s treating. Details later. If you don’t know your numbers, measure at home.”

Relief turned… weird.

“Hehe~ Finally seeing your bust size, huh? No hiding now!”

“Tsk tsk… Don’t cry. You’ve got time. Just say the number tomorrow.”

“That’s so mean!”

“P-pervert…”

“STOP.” I cut in fast. “Measurements stay private. One-on-one with me. No sharing.”

A few sighed in relief. Others pouted in disappointment. My eyelid twitched violently.

Wait… is it true? Where cute girls gather… yuri vibes just bloom?