The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Ye Zhenzhen could smell his scent, a woody fragrance mixed with the slight bitterness of coffee, exactly the same as the scent she had smelled in the lounge that day.

Her mind is a complete mess right now.

"And this data," he stood up, walked to her side, leaned down, and pointed his long, slender finger at a number on the screen, "look at this decimal point, is it correct? Thirty-two thousand four hundred people, you wrote thirty-two thousand four hundred point zero. Where did the zero come from?"

She froze completely, not even daring to breathe loudly.

I could barely hold back my tears.

The office heating was excessively strong; she was wearing a thick down jacket, and her back was already sweating. The heat rose from her collar, making her neck, ears, and cheeks flush red in layers.

Zhou Huaijin noticed it.

He lowered his eyes and looked at her flushed ear tips and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Are you planning to wear that down jacket to the sauna?"

Ye Zhenzhen was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She sniffed:

"I...I'll take off my clothes first..."

She hurriedly took off her down jacket, held it in her hands, unsure where to put it. She glanced at the back of the chair, then decided it wasn't quite right, so she simply draped it over her lap and sat up straight.

Zhou Huaijin glanced at her and said in a nonchalant tone, "There are clothes racks over there."

Ye Zhenzhen followed his gaze and saw a dark gray cashmere coat hanging on a standing coat rack by the door. It was exquisitely tailored and of excellent quality.

She walked over with her down jacket in her arms and carefully hung it on the other end of the hanger, the two garments pressed tightly together.

She glanced at it, felt inexplicably presumptuous, and moved her down jacket to the side.

When she sat back down, she was wearing a short pink knit top underneath, paired with high-waisted pants.

The neckline isn't very large, but when she bends over, a small section of her collarbone is still visible.

Zhou Huaijin's gaze fell on her neckline for a moment, then moved away.

As she bent down to reach for the mouse, that sweet, sticky smell wafted into her nose again.

He took a step back, creating some distance.

"Continue." He sat back in his chair, his voice even colder than before.

Ye Zhenzhen took a deep breath, trying her best to keep her voice from trembling.

"The following is the employment layout of key industries..." She clicked on the next slide of the PPT, and a pie chart appeared on the screen.

"Is there an item missing from this pie chart?" Zhou Huaijin asked calmly.

Ye Zhenzhen looked closely and sure enough, there was a type of data that accounted for 3%, which was shrunk into a thin line in the graph, with even the labels overlapping.

Did you even use your brain when you did that?

That sentence came crashing down.

Ye Zhenzhen could no longer hold back her tears.

She looked down at the messy pie chart on the screen.

She wanted to explain, but couldn't utter a single word.

Because he's right.

This report is indeed poorly done.

She bit her lip, suppressing the bitterness, and lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him or speak.

He looked at it for a second, then immediately lowered his head, like a little dog that had been scolded.

Zhou Huaijin leaned back in his chair and looked at her.

Her eyes were red, her nose was red, and even the base of her ears was red.

Don't think that shedding a few tears will make you lower your standards.

He suddenly remembered that day in the lounge, she was like that too, with red eyes, being pushed out by him.

A woman with impure thoughts.

He silently repeated the sentence to himself.

He looked away, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of the now-cold tea.

"You can't even do such a small report properly." He put down his teacup, glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and said, "Then stay here, learn your professional skills, and then go back."

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly looked up.

Stay here?

What does that mean?

Zhou Huaijin didn't look at her, and pressed the intercom on the table: "Lin Rui, inform Liu Jian that Comrade Ye Zhenzhen has been temporarily transferred to the New District Secretariat."

Ye Zhenzhen was completely dumbfounded.

Temporary transfer?

she?

To the New Area Secretariat?

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but Zhou Huaijin had already lowered his head and opened the documents in front of him.

Lin Rui quickly knocked on the door.

The scene inside was somewhat eerie. Her boss was coldly reviewing documents, while Teacher Ye stood to the side like a punching bag, her eyes red-rimmed, staring down at the ground.

How come he made someone cry from being scolded like that?

"Secretary, when...when will Teacher Ye report to the Secretariat?"

Zhou Huaijin didn't even look up: "Now."

Lin Rui was slightly taken aback, then smiled and gestured to Ye Zhenzhen, "Teacher Ye, please come with me."

Holding her laptop and down jacket, Ye Zhenzhen walked out of the office in a daze and stood in the corridor, her mind blank.

The door closed behind him, separating him from the frighteningly large office and also from the man's presence.

-

Lin Rui took her to register.

The secretariat is on the seventh floor of the city government building. Pushing open the door, the office doors on both sides of the corridor are open, and you can see people either writing furiously at their desks or talking incessantly on the phone, with the sound of keyboards clicking incessantly.

Lin Rui led her to the innermost office and knocked on the door.

"Director Chen, this is Teacher Ye, who was seconded from the School of Pharmacy. The Party Secretary arranged for him to study in the department."

Behind the desk sat a woman in her early thirties, tall and sophisticated, wearing a well-tailored smoky gray blazer over a simple white knit sweater. Her makeup was light, but her features were exquisite, and her eyes exuded an understated composure.

She raised her head, her gaze sweeping over Ye Zhenzhen unhurriedly.

"Teacher Ye, this is Chen Xuefei, the deputy director of the secretariat," Lin Rui introduced her.

"Welcome, Teacher Ye." Chen Xuefei stood up and smiled slightly.

Ye Zhenzhen quickly bowed slightly: "Hello, Director Chen, just call me Xiao Ye."

Chen Xuefei's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, but was quickly replaced by a smile. She extended her hand and shook it politely.

"Teacher Ye is so young and beautiful. I hope she can give the department more suggestions in the future."

Ye Zhenzhen blushed and quickly said, "No, no, I'm here to learn. I hope everyone will be generous with their guidance."

She sighed inwardly. These kinds of situations are exhausting…

Chen Xuefei nodded, then turned to Lin Rui and asked, "Secretary Lin, has the Party Secretary given any instructions? How will Teacher Ye's position be arranged?"

The secretariat has a very detailed division of labor—drafting documents, organizing meetings, coordinating events, and managing official correspondence. Each area has a dedicated person in charge, and each has its own rules and procedures.

Ye Zhenzhen stood to the side, her heart pounding with anxiety, feeling that she couldn't handle any of the tasks.

Lin Rui said, "The leadership's idea is to rotate employees through different positions first."

Job rotation.

Chen Xuefei's brow twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything, only nodded: "Okay, then I'll show Teacher Ye around first."

Lin Rui completed the task, and Chong Yezhen nodded before turning and leaving.

Ye Zhenzhen watched his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and suddenly felt like she had been thrown into deep water—she couldn't swim, and she couldn't find the shore.