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At 8:59 a.m. the next morning, a small commotion broke out in the lobby of Tianyu Company.

Shen Hanzhou stood at the front desk, dressed in a black haute couture casual suit, his hair neatly combed, yet he could not hide the arrogance and impatience in his eyes.

He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone, his knuckles white, clearly angry with someone.

The receptionist looked at the face in front of her, her voice trembling with nervousness:

"Mr. Shen, are you here to discuss cooperation? Do you have an appointment?"

"Cooperation?" Shen Hanzhou scoffed, his tone less than friendly. "I'm here to work."

"Going to work?" The receptionist stared wide-eyed in surprise, thinking she had misheard.

The young master of the Shen family is working at Tianyu? What earth-shattering news!

The employees passing by also turned their heads and whispered among themselves.

"Isn't that Shen Hanzhou? What's he doing here?"

"Judging from his posture, is he here to poach our talent?"

"Wait a minute, I heard that President Liu won over a big shot yesterday. Could it be him?"

The whispers reached Shen Hanzhou's ears, and his expression darkened further.

If it weren't for that damn bet and his pride, he would never have come to "work" in a place like this!

Just then, the elevator doors opened with a "ding".

Liu Yunshu walked out in high heels, her dark brown and silver hair swaying gently with her movements.

A white silk shirt paired with a black pencil skirt accentuates the smooth, firm lines of the waist and hips.

She glanced up and saw Shen Hanzhou surrounded by onlookers, a playful smile appearing in her eyes: "Assistant Shen, you're quite punctual."

Shen Hanzhou's gaze unconsciously swept over her figure, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He was immediately choked by the words "Assistant Shen" and his face turned black.

He abruptly turned his eyes away, his tone curt: "Don't call me that! I'm just fulfilling the bet, don't push your luck."

"What a terrible nickname?"

Liu Yunshu approached, her fingertips deliberately brushing against his arm, leaving a slightly cool touch.

"Who was it yesterday who patted their chest and said they would honor their bet? Or is it that Young Master Shen wants to back out?"

These words struck a nerve with Shen Hanzhou, who retorted defiantly, "Who went back on their word!"

But her ears turned red, and she felt especially uncomfortable when she felt the curious gazes of the employees around her.

"Get out of here, or we'll be made a fool of!"

Liu Yunshu chuckled softly, stopped teasing him, and turned to walk towards the private elevator: "Come to my office."

Shen Hanzhou gritted his teeth and reluctantly followed.

As I passed the front desk, I glared at the girl who was trying not to laugh, which startled her so much that she quickly lowered her head.

Upon arriving at the office, Liu Yunshu closed the solid wood door behind her, walked to the large desk, and sat down, her smile unchanged as she looked up.

"Assistant Shen, from now on, you are my personal assistant and will serve only me."

Shen Hanzhou laughed in anger, his anger surging up instantly.

He strode to the desk and placed his hands on the cold, solid wood surface.

He leaned closer to Liu Yunshu, and the distance between them suddenly closed.

His voice was low, filled with suppressed anger:

"Liu Yunshu, don't go too far! Personal assistant? When have I, Shen Hanzhou, ever served anyone in my life?"

Liu Yunshu didn't rush to reply. Instead, she leaned back in her office chair, looking relaxed and composed.

She tapped her fingertips absentmindedly on the table, making a soft "tap-tap" sound.

His gaze fell directly on Shen Hanzhou's face, as if admiring a wild rose with its feathers ruffled, and the smile in his eyes grew even stronger.

Shen Hanzhou felt a tightness all over his body under her gaze, as if the fire in his throat had been suddenly choked, and even his breathing became erratic.

He had intended to adopt a more aggressive stance to properly intimidate this woman who was pushing her luck.

But when he met Liu Yunshu's eyes, which were bright and smiling.

The previously accumulated hostility inexplicably dissipated by more than half, and even the momentum weakened.

The redness at the base of her ears spread quietly down her neck, turning it a light pink.

He opened his mouth, but forgot all the harsh words he had prepared, and could only stammer, "What...what are you looking at!"

The smile in Liu Yunshu's eyes almost overflowed, her fingertips hovering on the table.

His tone carried a hint of lazy indulgence, like coaxing a sullen child:

"Look at my new assistant, she's actually quite pretty when she's angry."

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Just as Shen Hanzhou was about to straighten up and create some distance, his collar suddenly tightened.

Liu Yunshu reached out and grabbed his collar.

The force wasn't strong, but it carried an irresistible pull, drawing his body, which was about to retreat, closer together.

The distance between the two instantly shrank to within inches, close enough to smell the faint, refreshing, and alluring perfume emanating from Liu Yunshu.

Liu Yunshu moved a little closer, her deep eyes filled with tiny sparkles of light.

It's like a sky full of stars, possessing a powerful attraction.

Shen Hanzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he even became careful with his breathing.

Liu Yunshu moved even closer, her nose almost touching his.

The smile in her eyes held a hint of cunning provocation.

"Is Assistant Shen trying to back out, or is he just angry and embarrassed?"

A warm breath brushed against Shen Hanzhou's face, carrying the refreshing aftertaste of perfume.

It made his whole body stiffen, and even his fingertips felt numb.

He instinctively tried to back away, but was held back by his collar and couldn't move.

Forced to meet Liu Yunshu's smiling eyes, the arrogance in his eyes shattered into panicked fragments.

"Who, who's getting angry!"

Shen Hanzhou's voice was slightly louder than usual, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Sure, I'll do it. It's just being a personal assistant, what's so difficult about that!"

Despite his firm words, his hands, which were resting on the table, unconsciously tightened, and even the back of his ears turned a deep blush.

Seeing this, Liu Yunshu's eyes showed even more amusement.

She slowly released her grip on his collar, her fingertips gently patting the non-existent wrinkles on his shirt.

"Why didn't you do this sooner?"

She raised her hand and tapped the documents on the table, her tone returning to its previous indifference.

"First, organize this information and categorize it by artist name. I'll need it in half an hour."

Shen Hanzhou straightened up and looked at Liu Yunshu's indifferent profile.

The lingering fear from that close encounter still churned in his chest, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He glared at the thick stack of documents on the table, as if venting his anger on them, and said in a muffled voice, "I know, don't rush me!"

After saying that, he bent down and picked up the documents.

Suddenly, her pert buttocks were slapped hard; the sound was soft, but the sensation was distinct.

Shen Hanzhou froze, straightening up abruptly as if he had been scalded.

When she turned to glare at Liu Yunshu, there was still lingering fear in her eyes, and even the blush on the tips of her ears deepened.

"What are you doing!"

His voice rose slightly, tinged with embarrassment and annoyance.

He unconsciously covered the spot where he had been slapped with his hand, looking just like a virgin who had been teased.

Liu Yunshu's fingertips still retained the texture of the fabric she had touched, and seeing his flustered appearance, a smile almost spilled out of her eyes.

But he deliberately put on a stern face and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips: "Just a reminder to hurry up, half an hour won't wait for anyone."

She spoke calmly, as if what she had just done was unintentional, but Shen Hanzhou would never believe her.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the documents, his cheeks puffed out in anger, yet he couldn't think of a rebuttal.

You can't exactly yell "You slapped my butt," that would be too embarrassing.

In the end, all I could manage to say was, "Okay!"

He turned around and rushed to the makeshift desk in the corner, slamming the documents onto the desk with a loud thud, almost knocking over the pen holder.

As he sat down, he turned back and glared angrily at Liu Yunshu.

But she had already turned her gaze away and was focused on typing on the tablet.

His profile looked cold in the morning light, as if the little incident had never happened.

Shen Hanzhou pursed his lips, feeling somewhat irritated, but he didn't realize that the corners of his mouth had inexplicably curled up.

He fiddled with the documents with his fingertips, but couldn't make sense of them for a long time.

His mind was filled with the sensation of that touch just now, and the smile that Liu Yunshu couldn't hide in her eyes.

Shen Hanzhou shook his head, trying to shake off those chaotic thoughts, and began to organize the data.

As Liu Yunshu watched him become serious, his arrogance faded and he became somewhat clumsy, a faint smile flickered in her eyes.

She didn't bother him anymore, and instead opened the arrangement plan for Lu Xingchen's new album.

He swiped his fingertip across the comments on the screen, his brow furrowing slightly.

The previous arrangement proposed by the team was too conservative and failed to fully match the clean quality of Lu Xingchen's voice.

Just as I was pondering how to change direction, there was a gentle knock on the office door, and Lu Xingchen's timid voice came from outside:

"Sister Yunshu, may I come in?"

"Go in." Liu Yunshu raised her eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xingchen walked in carrying a guitar, wearing a simple white T-shirt, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Sister Yunshu, I sang the chorus again this morning as you said, and recorded a demo. I'd like you to hear it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Hanzhou, who was in the corner, suddenly looked up and caught sight of Lu Xingchen's obedient appearance, and felt inexplicably annoyed.

He scoffed, his tone disdainful: "You need someone to oversee your singing? How fussy."

Lu Xingchen was taken aback by his retort. He tightened his grip on the guitar, and a hint of grievance flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously looked at Liu Yunshu.

Liu Yunshu glanced at Shen Hanzhou, her tone becoming somewhat indifferent:

"Assistant Shen, have you finished organizing your documents? Or do you think this job is too easy and want to find something else to do?"

Shen Hanzhou was about to retort when he glanced down at the table and saw that only a third of the documents had been organized. He swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He could only glare at Lu Xingchen, then silently rummaged through the documents, muttering under his breath, "Mind your own business."

Liu Yunshu ignored the agitated Shen Hanzhou and said softly to Lu Xingchen, "Come on, play it for me."