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Lu Zichuan glanced at his watch, his voice low and steady: "One o'clock, to my office."

"Okay." Shen Zhiyi nodded in agreement.

With fifteen minutes to go before the agreed time, she turned and went back to the editing room.

I slowly copied the edited video from the morning onto an encrypted USB drive, and then put the several thick notebooks I had compiled over the weekend into a folder.

After doing all this, she sat down in the chair and waited quietly.

She was already used to this fifteen-minute gap.

Once upon a time, she was by Xu Zhesheng's side, and even as husband and wife, he drew a clear line once she entered the workplace.

You always need to make an appointment to see him.

Initially, she was filled with the excitement of a young girl meeting her sweetheart, and she couldn't help but wait outside his office door half an hour in advance.

But each time, the secretary would use the excuse that "Director Xu is busy" to keep her in the cold reception area.

She was naive then, thinking he was really extremely busy.

Until one day, she clearly saw him leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, resting, through the gaps in the blinds. There was no one else in the office.

She couldn't help but ask, "Why won't you let me in even though I arrived early?"

Hsu Che-sheng's response was so calm, as if he were lecturing an ignorant subordinate: "You shouldn't arrive early or late for an appointment with your superior. Don't you understand this basic workplace rule?"

At that time, although she felt bitter inside, she forced herself to agree with his words.

Over time, this became an ironclad rule.

Even if she arrived early, she would never step into the other person's office prematurely. She would rather spend her time in the coffee shop downstairs or enjoy the view at the end of the corridor, keeping this rule firmly in mind.

But it is precisely because of this rule that many people praise her for being punctual and not causing any annoyance to others.

She sat quietly at her workstation, watching time pass by.

A fragrant breeze wafted over, and a figure landed at the next workstation.

The newcomer wore a pink silk shirt paired with a white pencil skirt, which accentuated her deliberately curvaceous figure.

Her outfit was probably worth half a year's salary for an average person, and what she was playing with wasn't a work tablet, but a limited-edition designer handbag.

She was clearly a rich girl who came to experience life, not an editor who was actually there to make a living.

She was even an hour late for the morning department meeting, but no one around her dared to say a word to remind her.

At that moment, as soon as she sat down, her gaze, like sticky glue, scrutinized Shen Zhiyi from head to toe several times.

Shen Zhiyi, however, seemed oblivious, focusing only on previewing the materials at hand.

"Hey, you're the editor that Brother Zichuan specifically recruited?"

Seeing that Shen Zhiyi was ignoring her, the girl finally couldn't hold back and raised her voice.

Shen Zhiyi then slowly turned her head.

The moment Yang Chun'er saw her face clearly, a flash of jealousy and hatred appeared in her eyes.

"Since it was Brother Zichuan who found you, you must be quite capable. But let me warn you,"

Yang Chun'er raised her chin, her tone sharp as fingernails scratching a blackboard, "Don't think that just because you're a little pretty you can use your job to make a move on Brother Zichuan! I know you were indecent with Xu Zhesheng, but in Jiangxing, this kind of thing is absolutely forbidden! Do you understand?!"

Shen Zhiyi frowned slightly, annoyed by the jarring noise.

She raised her eyes, glanced at Yang Chun'er indifferently, and asked in a calm tone, as if asking about the weather, "Who are you to President Lu?"

Yang Chun'er seemed to have finally found an opportunity to show off. She proudly puffed out her chest, her voice full of superiority: "I am his future fiancée, Yang Chun'er!"

It turns out they were from the Yang family.

Shen Zhiyi mentally reviewed the power distribution within the Beijing elite circle.

The Yang family monopolizes the national hotel industry and is indeed very wealthy. As the daughter-in-law of the Lu family, she is a good match in terms of social standing.

Unfortunately, this brain isn't good enough for Lu Zichuan.

She looked away, then back at the screen, and nodded perfunctorily: "Understood, Ms. Yang. Don't worry, I'm just here to be an editor; I have no interest in your CEO, Mr. Lu."

Just then, a tall, slender figure stopped in his tracks in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the corridor outside the editing room.

Lu Zichuan originally came down to look for Shen Zhiyi because she hadn't arrived yet.

Unexpectedly, I overheard her saying that she was "not interested" in me.

The already low temperature emanating from him instantly plummeted to freezing. Passersby felt a chill wash over them, instinctively shivered, and quickly moved away.

"Mr. Lu?!"

Zhang Dong, who had just come out of the smoking room, caught a glimpse of Lu Zichuan standing at the door with a dark cloud hanging over him, and was so startled that he almost dropped the cigarette in his hand.

President Lu is usually elusive, so why did he come to this ground floor in person today?

He hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette, brushed off the smell of smoke from his clothes, and cautiously approached, "What...what are your instructions?"

Lu Zichuan didn't even glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

He stared intently at the profile of the person still calmly working inside, his eyes churning with a storm of emotions, while a chilling smile played on his lips.

He turned around, his voice icy cold:

"Don't tell anyone I was here."

"Ah? Oh, okay! Yes, Mr. Lu! I definitely won't tell!"

Although Zhang Dong was completely baffled, he still nodded repeatedly as if by reflex. Watching Lu Zichuan's almost freezing figure disappear into the elevator, he finally let out a long sigh of relief, scratching his head and muttering, "What's wrong with President Lu...?"

......

At 12:59, Shen Zhiyi arrived at the top floor on time.

The secretaries in the waiting area already recognized her. When they saw her arrive, they all put down their work and put on just the right professional smiles.

Assistant Liu quickly stepped forward, his tone gentle and courteous: "Ms. Shen, you've arrived. Mr. Lu is waiting; please come in directly."

Shen Zhiyi nodded and responded to everyone's greetings before walking towards the heavy office door.

She raised her hand, her knuckles slightly bent, using only her index and middle fingers together, as if about to knock, when the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

A figure rushed out hastily, nearly crashing into her arms.

The man's eyes were red-rimmed, his nose was flushed with shame and indignation, and his lips were pressed tightly together, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." Her voice was choked with undisguised sobs, so hurried it was almost broken.

Shen Zhiyi looked closely and recognized the face.

It was Pei Jin, the male secretary who had flirted with Lu Zichuan in the editing room last time.

Her gaze swept subtly over the name tag on the other person's chest, the name overlapping with that tear-stained face.

She looked away, stepped aside to make way, and calmly waved to Pei Jin: "It's nothing."

Pei Jin recognized her, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered to her, "Miss Shen, Mr. Lu might not be in a good mood. Please be careful."

Seeing that he reminded her even though he and Lu Zichuan had argued, Shen Zhi couldn't help but feel a bit more favorably disposed towards him.

"Okay, thank you."

After saying that, she gently knocked on Lu Zichuan's door, her voice calm: "Mr. Lu, I am Shen Zhiyi."