He stole his best friend's photos and fell for a tycoon's heir through online dating.

"I...I..."

Lin Wanzhi stammered, her little deer eyes wide and watery.

"It's only my first day at work, what does President Huo want to say to me? And why only me? What about Ruoruo?"

As she spoke, she grabbed Xia Ruo's sleeve with such force that it was as if she had grasped the last straw.

Zhang Nan shook her head:

"Mr. Huo has his own plans, and he probably wants to meet with each person one by one."

Don't be nervous. Mr. Huo is a man who distinguishes between public and private matters; he wouldn't be so cruel as to prey on people.

Lin Wanzhi was clearly not comforted by the words "won't eat people".

She turned to Xia Ruo, her eyes filled with pleading, "Save me, save me, save me!"

"Ruoruo...can you come with me?"

Zhang Nan added from the side, "President Huo only wants you to stay."

As soon as Zhang Nan finished speaking, fireworks exploded in Xia Ruo's heart—truly worthy of the female lead's halo, she caught the president's attention on the very first day.

But she turned her head to look at Lin Wanzhi—that fair and clean little face was all scrunched up like a bun, her eyebrows were almost twisted into a figure eight, and the water in her eyes was even more intense than before.

She sighed, reached out and patted Lin Wanzhi's shoulder, saying in a calm tone of someone who had been through it all:

"Wanwan, we need to gain experience. You can't drag me into everything, okay?"

One day you'll have to face your superiors, clients, and this cruel society alone. Today is a great start.

Lin Wanzhi looked up at her, her eyelashes fluttering.

Xia Ruo continued, her tone even more resolute:

"Don't worry about me here. I'll go back and buy us some food."

"We'll start eating right away when you get back, something hot and delicious. How about it?"

After she finished speaking, she made an "OK" gesture, her bright smile seeming more like a pie in the sky than a way of comforting someone.

Lin Wanzhi took a deep breath, clenched her fist, and nodded forcefully, as if she had made some extraordinary decision:

"Okay! I can do it! Ruoruo, wait for me to come back, and we'll have dinner together!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Xia Ruo picked up her bag, turned around, and walked out.

As she stepped out of the office area, she glanced back—Lin Wanzhi was sitting at her workstation, her hands on her knees, her back ramrod straight, like a primary school student waiting to be called into the teacher's office.

Zhang Nan was talking to her from the side, and she kept nodding.

Xia Ruo withdrew her gaze, a slight smile curving her lips.

cute.

-

Zhou Siyan sat on the sofa, one hand resting on the armrest, his fingertips rhythmically tapping the leather surface of the armrest, producing a very subtle, muffled sound.

Lin Wanzhi stood in front of him, her back straight, her hands clasped in front of her, and her eyes looking straight ahead.

Her eyes were wide open, and she didn't dare blink even once. She was as tense as a string that might snap at any moment.

"Sit down, don't be nervous." Zhou Siyan raised his chin and pointed to the chair opposite him.

"It's alright, Mr. Huo, I can stand!" Lin Wanzhi's voice rose a notch, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor at the end.

"Please sit down. It's difficult for me to talk to you while you're standing here."

He wasn't lying—Lin Wanzhi stood ramrod straight, while he, sitting on the sofa, did indeed have to crane his neck to talk to her.

"Oh, okay!" Lin Wanzhi paused for a moment, as if just realizing the physical inconvenience, gave an awkward laugh, and then quickly sat down in the chair opposite her.

When I sat down, I almost sat on the armrest. I hurriedly shifted my position and rubbed my bottom against the seat a couple of times before finally settling down.

Zhou Siyan's fingertips stopped.

"What's your name?"

"Lin Wanzhi, President Huo!" she answered quickly and loudly, as if she were shouting "Present!" during military training.

"You're a junior now?"

"Yes!"

"Dance major?"

"Yes!"

"University A?"

"Yes!"

"A local resident?"

"Yes!"

"Is your family part of the Lin Group?"

"Yes!...Hmm?"

Lin Wanzhi subconsciously agreed before realizing what was happening, and her eyes widened slightly.

But Zhou Siyan didn't explain and continued to ask questions.

Do you usually lack pocket money?

"Pocket money? I don't need it, Mr. Huo, why are you asking such questions?" She tilted her head, her tone genuinely confused, not feigning ignorance.

"Manager Zhang said you requested a monthly salary of 100,000."

"Oh? I see..." Lin Wanzhi smiled shyly, twisting her fingers on her knee.

"Actually, I hadn't planned to work. It was Ruoruo who wanted to come, so I came along with her."

Zhou Siyan's gaze lingered on her face for a moment: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

The air fell silent for a moment after the question was posed.

Lin Wanzhi's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, spreading from her neck all the way to her ears.

"No...no."

Zhou Siyan frowned almost imperceptibly as he watched her reaction.

It wasn't because of the answer "no"—it was because of the expression on her face when she answered.

That blushing, nervousness, and unease are the most instinctive reactions when asked about personal matters.

It's so clean, it doesn't look like it's faked.

If she's someone who's adept at being affectionate on social media and readily calls someone "brother," she shouldn't show this level of shyness when asked about having a boyfriend.

He withdrew his gaze and began tapping the armrest again with his fingertips, once, twice, three times.

"One last question," he said casually, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, "Do you use social media regularly?"

Lin Wanzhi blinked and tilted her head slightly:

"Social media?"

"WeChat, Weibo, Xiaohongshu, Douyin, or others."

Lin Wanzhi was still confused, but she answered honestly:

"I only have one WeChat account, I don't use those other apps much, and I don't like sharing updates."

Not a single one?

"It's very occasional, basically once every six months, maybe sharing something about food or something. What's up, Mr. Huo?"

She asked tentatively, her confusion deepening.

Zhou Siyan did not answer.

His mind was racing. He scrolled through "Wanwan" online—his WeChat Moments, from beginning to end.

She's a young woman with an insatiable desire to share. She frequently posts selfies with her face covered, snippets of her life, daily rants, and acts cute and charming. The frequency is so high that it feels like she's not living her life, but live-streaming it.

The woman in front of me, Lin Wanzhi, said she only posts once every six months.

Something's not right. It doesn't make any sense.

It's impossible for someone who posts ten updates online every day to say "I don't like sharing updates" in real life.

"Mr. Huo?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Wanzhi started to think of reasons for him.

"Is there a job that requires an extroverted person? Or perhaps...?"

Why don't you talk to Ruoruo? Ruoruo loves posting on social media; her WeChat Moments is very active and interesting.

"You know her very well?"