The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Lin Zhi's foot wasn't fully healed by the next day, so she changed into a pair of loose flat shoes. Although her steps were slow, they carried a stubbornness that refused to give up.

Secretary Wang was standing at the door of the break room, looking worried. When she saw Lin enter, she rushed over as if she'd seen a savior: "Assistant Lin, you're finally here! President Chen said the coffee I made didn't taste right. What exactly did you make it yesterday?"

Lin Zhi remained expressionless, lifted the lid of the Luckin Coffee cup in his hand, and casually poured half of it into the coffee cup that Secretary Wang was holding.

Secretary Wang stared at the cup of coffee, stunned for a long time: "That's it?"

"That's it."

A moment later, Secretary Wang emerged from the president's office, hunching his shoulders, and gave Lin Zhi a thumbs-up: "Assistant Lin, you're really something! President Chen finished the drink without saying a word."

Then she noticed Lin Zhi's feet. "Hey, what happened to your feet?"

Lin Zhiyan succinctly recounted what happened last night, adding at the end, "This might be my last shift."

Secretary Wang lowered her voice: "You've misunderstood President Chen. He has a strange quirk—he can't stand being touched by others, regardless of gender."

Lin Zhi was taken aback: "Huh?"

"So he won't date or get married?"

"Always alone."

Lin Zhi clicked his tongue twice, cursing inwardly, "What a weirdo."

She limped and knocked on the door of the CEO's office, standing at the farthest point in the doorway, holding a stack of documents in her hands as if she were blocking some kind of hidden weapon.

Chen Yu was looking down at her documents when she heard the voice. She looked up and her gaze fell on her across the desk: "Why don't you just stand in the hallway and test my hearing?"

Lin Zhi smiled expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I'm just keeping my distance to avoid further defilement of your noble body."

Chen Yu sensed the strange undertone in that tone.

Throughout the day, Lin Zhiyi had work-related communication, and I wished I could stay at least ten feet away from him.

Chen Yu seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for her. Every two steps she took, he would say, "Where's the plan?" Every time she sat down, he would say, "Where's the data?" The plan was rejected three times.

"Your plan is like an undercooked mushroom soup, both erratic and poisonous."

"What kind of color scheme is this? Is it the product of a love affair between Northeastern floral prints and punk rock?"

I have serious doubts about your mental state.

"Change this color to a multicolored black."

Lin Zhi admitted that she used to think he was quite handsome, but now she only had one thought.

I really want to tear his mouth apart.

"Assistant Lin, come forward."

She forced a smile through gritted teeth: "Boss, I think it's better to—"

Chen Yu didn't even look up: "Talking back to the boss, two hundred deducted."

She was so frustrated that she felt like she was going to grind her teeth to dust that day.

If it weren't for that million-dollar annual salary keeping her afloat, she would have quit in a heartbeat.

Once it's time to leave work, she doesn't linger for even a second longer, determined not to let the company take advantage of her for even a second.

Chen Yu saw another young man downstairs. He wasn't the same person as last time, but he was still the clean-cut and handsome young man, wearing a loose hoodie, standing under the streetlight and waving at her.

She walked over, and the boy naturally took her bag. She tilted her head and smiled.

Chen Yu stood by the office window, expressionless, watching the two people walk away side by side downstairs.

Hmph, if it weren't for her decent abilities, he would never have allowed a woman like that to be by his side.

Late at night, in a bar.

Chen Yu was rarely pulled out of the room by a few old friends. He didn't really listen to what the people around him were talking about; his fingers were slowly twirling on the rim of his glass.

"Brother Yu, it's really hard to get you to come out."

He hummed in agreement. "Busy."

The person next to him chimed in, "Who isn't busy? You, a single dog, why don't you come out and have some fun? Always hiding in the office, are you hiding some treasure?"

"You know what, my new assistant is a real beauty, even more beautiful than a celebrity."

Several people asked curiously, "How beautiful?"

Chen Yu ignored them, picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Suddenly, someone pointed to a spot not far away: "Hey bro! Isn't that your little assistant?"

Chen Yu looked in that direction.

Lin Zhi leaned back on a leather sofa in a booth, legs crossed, a thin cigarette between her fingers, the smoke rising and casting a thin mist over her alluring face.

Two young men surrounded her; one was pouring her drinks, and the other was singing for her. She leaned back on the sofa, smiling nonchalantly.

"That's awesome, bro. Why don't you go say hi?"

Chen Yu looked away: "I'm not going."

"Then I'll go."

Some people went over to watch the excitement.

The man lowered his head and said something, but Lin Zhi only slightly raised his eyelids and whispered a few words. The man slunk back as if he had been doused with cold water.

Everyone was curious: "He rejected you just like that? What did the beautiful woman say to you?"

The man's expression was complicated: "She asked me if I was a virgin."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Chen Yu held his cup without moving, but his gaze passed through the laughter and landed on the woman sitting deep inside the booth.

She sat there, her eyes half-closed, like a cat sizing up its prey.

Many people came up to chat with her, but she didn't chase them away. She just smiled, occasionally shook her head, and sometimes tilted her head and said something, and the other person would smile and walk away.

There was even a man kneeling at her feet, and she lifted his chin with the tip of her shoe, smiling seductively, like she was teasing a dog begging for food.

Chen Yu put down his wine glass with a cold face, got up and walked out. He took out his phone and dialed Lin Zhi's number: "Assistant Lin, there is a contract that needs to be dealt with urgently. Please come to the company."

Loud music and Lin Zhi's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss, it's already midnight!"

His voice carried a hint of drunken languor and displeasure at being offended.

"The assistant is on call 24 hours a day."

"I signed an employment contract, not a contract of servitude. If I can't complete the work, it's the boss's incompetence."

Chen Yu didn't waste any more words: "I've transferred the 100,000 yuan overtime pay to you."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, got it, coming right away."

While others are cuddling and kissing in public, she can only receive the good ones.

At midnight, Lin Zhi appeared at the company entrance dressed in a sexy outfit, her high heels clicking on the ground.

Chen Yu leaned back in his office chair, looking at her outfit with no expression on his face.

She consciously stood at the farthest end of the table, flipping through the contract he pushed towards her. The two of them were separated by half a room, and neither of them spoke.

It was past 1 a.m. when the contract was finally reviewed.

She closed the folder and let out a long sigh: "Mr. Chen, that's enough."

He leaned back in his chair and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work, Assistant Lin."

She forced a professional smile: "If you really think I'm working too hard, you can give me a day off tomorrow."

He remained expressionless: "Impossible."

Lin Zhi cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

How can company employees swoon over this face? Working with a boss like this, you'd want to assassinate him, not just have crushes.