The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Since then, Lin Zhi's workload has increased day by day.

Want to have fun after get off work? Forget about it. You're not leaving until the boss does. Want to sleep in on the weekend? Dream on, the boss will make sure you're up and having fun.

Her resentment was heavier than that of a ghost.

Chen Yu has been in a noticeably better mood these past few days, and even once, unusually, said "not bad" after she submitted her proposal.

She almost thought there was something wrong with her ears.

One day, as soon as Chen Yu entered the company, he saw a large group of people gathered around the front desk, whispering among themselves.

"My God, is that Lin Zhi's mother? Look how well she's dressed, while my own mother is dressed like that."

"He doesn't even care about his own mother when she's sick; he doesn't deserve to be called a human being."

A middle-aged woman sat on the ground, wearing a faded old coat, her hair disheveled, and was wailing at the top of her lungs:

"How can I be so pitiful? I've raised my daughter for over twenty years, and she won't even give me money to buy medicine."

"She makes a fortune here all by herself, yet her mother can't even afford to eat!"

Lin Zhi stared at the woman on the ground, who was putting on a great show. He expressionlessly pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet, and with a flick of his wrist, the red banknotes fluttered down.

"You want money, right?"

When Lin's mother saw the money, she immediately rushed over and picked it up one bill at a time.

Someone couldn't stand it anymore: "Assistant Lin, that's your own mother! How could you humiliate her like that?"

Lin Zhi turned her head, her gaze icy: "What's it to you? If you're so righteous, why don't you give her the money?"

The man choked, opening his mouth but unable to utter a word.

After picking up all the money, Lin's mother looked up again, her expression becoming even more pitiful: "Zhizhi, this little bit of money is far from enough. Do you know how expensive medical treatment is these days—"

Lin Zhi coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost."

The murmurs from the crowd grew louder and louder.

"That's too much. Assistant Lin is truly heartless."

"What kind of daughter is this?"

Then a deep voice came from behind the crowd: "Aren't you all gathered here? Don't you need to work?"

Chen Yu stood at the back of the crowd, followed by Secretary Wang.

He walked over and glanced around indifferently.

"Mr. Chen, she's Assistant Lin's mother. She's so pitiful."

Chen Yu glanced at the person who spoke: "If you feel sorry for them, why don't you take them back?"

The man choked.

When Lin's mother saw the distinguished-looking man and heard someone call him "General Manager Chen," she immediately clung to him like a lifeline: "You must be my boss! You have to stand up for me! My daughter is so unfilial; I've raised her with such care all these years—"

Chen Yu interrupted her: "How did you raise it? How hard was it?"

Lin's mother was stunned for a moment.

"You say you've had a tough time, then let me ask you, what year is this since Lin Zhi graduated?"

Lin's mother opened her mouth: "Well...it seems like three or four years..."

"How much was her monthly living expenses when she was in school? How much was her tuition? Where did she go to school?"

Lin's mother's gaze began to dart away: "I...I'm old, I can't remember."

"You must remember what she likes and dislikes to eat, right?"

Lin's mother nodded hurriedly: "She...she's not a picky eater, she likes everything."

Chen Yu sneered: "No, she likes seafood and hates fatty meat and ginger."

"Looks like being a mother isn't so hard for you."

After a few words, everyone present roughly understood—this woman had treated her daughter badly before, and now that her daughter was doing well, she was trying to leech off her.

Chen Yu didn't look at Lin's mother again, and turned to Secretary Wang, saying, "Investigate how she got in, and replace all the security personnel."

He then turned to Lin Zhi and asked, "Assistant Lin, aren't you going to work?"

Lin Zhi finally snapped out of the farce.

She followed him into the office. After the door closed, she stood in front of the desk and remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "Mr. Chen, thank you."

She looked up and explained in just one sentence, "You may not understand, but not all parents in this world love their children."

"I'm sorry for affecting your work, it won't happen again."

Chen Yu looked at her, his gaze holding something she couldn't quite decipher: "I understand."

Lin Zhi smiled inwardly. How could he understand?

He, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, has enjoyed the best resources since birth and would never understand how she endured those years.

Her parents divorced, and neither of them wanted her. After her mother remarried, she felt that she was a burden. She didn't even have a bed to sleep in and could only squeeze onto a small sofa. Every night, she had a pair of scissors under her pillow, fearing that her stepfather might come and touch her again in the middle of the night.

Her biological mother, however, called her a little vixen.

In high school, she couldn't even afford tuition. When the school bullies harassed her, she would retaliate by beating one of them to death.

As long as no one could kill her, she would fight back desperately. Later, no one dared to bully her anymore. Everyone knew that Lin Zhi was a madwoman who would fight to the death.

This is her family.

She has met many "other people's parents". Her good friend Ye Zhenzhen was spoiled by her parents and was innocent and kind. Although her family was of ordinary means, her parents did their best to support her.

She couldn't envy it; she knew there were some things she would never have in her lifetime.

She doesn't need a family, she doesn't need love. Only money can give her a sense of security.

the next day.

A young man swaggered into the company, wearing sunglasses and designer clothes, looking like a pampered young master.

The receptionist chased after him, saying, "Sir, you can't come in without an appointment—"

The man shoved her aside: "Can't I come in? I can't come into my family's company?"

Lin Zhi came out of the office and, seeing this scene, stepped forward to stop him: "Sir, who are you?"

The other person took off his sunglasses, sized her up, and said, "Heh, me, Chen Yang. This is my family's company. Do you think just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can stop me?"

Lin Zhi took out his phone and called Chen Yu: "President Chen, a guy named Chen Yang has come in and says this is his company."

A nonchalant voice came from the other end of the phone: "He's my father's illegitimate son."

"Do you want to see him?"

"Get him out of here."

"What should I do if he won't leave? Can I yell at him?"

"Can."

Lin Zhi hung up the phone and took another look at the arrogant young man in front of him.

She had heard that Chen Yu's mother had single-handedly held the company together during its most difficult period, but died of amniotic fluid embolism during her second pregnancy. Before her body was even cold, her husband found a new lover the following year, and they had another son.

What's even more disgusting is that he maintains a public persona of "deeply mourning his deceased wife." Now this illegitimate son dares to brazenly show up at the company.

Since the boss had spoken, she wouldn't hold back anymore.

"Sorry, our boss said he doesn't know anyone by that name."

Lin Zhi stood in front, smiling politely.

"I'm his brother! This is my dad's company!"

"Give me the office right now! My dad wants me to be the general manager!"

Lin Zhi tilted her head: "General Manager, right? The cleaning department is short of a general manager. The office is over by the restroom stalls. Shall I take you there?"