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"You may think my opinion is problematic. But Shen Zhiyi, I am now your superior, and I require you to redo a version according to my ideas and submit it to me today."

Lu Zichuan deliberately ignored the thin layer of tears in her eyes, his voice as cold as the wind in December.

Actually, although Lu Ziyang asked him to deliberately find fault, he had watched the film that Shen Zhiyi submitted several times and found that there were really no major problems.

Besides, this is only the rough cut stage; there will be a fine cut later, so he can wait until then to offer his opinions.

What he just said wasn't entirely nitpicking.

He would ask her to change those points sooner or later; it's just that he brought forward the later requirements, spoke more strongly, and set more stringent standards.

But seeing her standing there, her lips pressed together until they turned white, clearly unwilling to admit defeat but not daring to argue back, Lu Zichuan's heart still tightened uncontrollably for a moment, and he had an urge to reach out and pat her head.

But he quickly suppressed that urge to soften.

Thinking about how she had been avoiding him like the plague these past few days, and how she would only run further away if things continued like this, he hardened his heart and forced himself to look away from her face.

He gestured with his chin toward the door, his tone leaving no room for argument: "What are you standing there for? Get going!"

Shen Zhiyi bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled.

The lingering ambiguity in the air just a second ago was completely drained away and vanished without a trace in an instant.

It turned out that all of that was her delusion. Between her and Lu Zichuan, apart from that absurd relationship of pretending to be a couple, there was nothing more than the most ordinary superior-subordinate relationship.

His care for her, his subtle tenderness, were merely products of this cooperative relationship.

She's overthinking it.

She was just being delusional.

"Okay, I understand. I will deliver the items to you as you wish before noon today."

Her voice was as light as a feather, barely audible when it landed on the ground.

After saying that, she slowly retreated from the office and gently closed the door behind her.

"Zhizhi, what's wrong? You look so pale."

Pei Jin's workstation was closest to hers. Seeing her walking out of the president's office looking lost and dejected, he quickly got up and asked her what was wrong.

Shen Zhiyi shook her head, forcing a smile that was almost impossible to maintain: "It's nothing."

"Did he yell at you?"

Pei Jin saw through it immediately, stepped forward, patted her arm, and comforted her in a low voice, "It's okay, it's okay. That's just how President Lu is. He's like a different person when he gets involved in work. Don't even mention you, even if a god brought a perfect plan, he would still find fault with it. Don't take it to heart."

Shen Zhiyi forced a smile, her voice light and airy: "Okay, I understand. I'll go now."

She pressed the elevator button, and the metal doors slowly closed, revealing her pale face.

Assistant Wang, who was standing nearby, took in the whole scene and sighed inwardly.

Sigh, Mr. Lu clearly cherishes Miss Shen dearly, yet he refuses to confess or say it directly. He's using this roundabout method to get closer to her, and I wonder if this tactic will backfire...

Shen Zhiyi returned to the editing room, sat back down at her workstation without saying a word, and reopened all the previous editing projects, watching them all over again from beginning to end.

She then buried her head in her notebook on the table, writing down Lu Zichuan's suggestions for revision one by one, staring at the glaring annotations, preparing to start making changes.

Yang Chun'er, who was standing nearby, had already packed up her things and was ready to leave work. Seeing her like this, she leaned over and asked, "Zhizhi, aren't you going to leave work yet?"

Shen Zhiyi didn't even look up, her finger sliding across the mouse: "Yeah, the editing needs to be changed, you can go now."

Yang Chun'er immediately noticed that something was wrong with her mood and pulled up a chair to sit next to her: "What's wrong? Did President Lu scold you?"

Shen Zhiyi didn't speak, but she didn't deny it either.

Yang Chun'er sighed and patted her shoulder: "Well, that's how it is. Bosses always have a million reasons to make their employees work overtime. I used to think that President Lu treated you differently, but now it seems..."

She paused, then sighed, "Sigh."

Shen Zhiyi paused in her typing, a wave of bittersweet emotion washing over her.

Yes, she used to think she was special.

But now it seems that's not the case.

She said that she was a woman with no status, no family background, and who had even been married once, so how could she possibly make someone like Lu Zichuan have feelings for her?

It must have been her parents, brother, and Tan Gui who kept talking about him that made her unknowingly develop feelings for him that she shouldn't have.

Just like in school, once rumors start circulating in the class that someone is having an affair with someone else, and the rumors spread so much that even you start to believe it.

She's overthinking it.

But strangely, this time she didn't feel as bad as when she broke up with Hsu Che-sheng.

Firstly, her feelings for Lu Zichuan weren't that deep to begin with, and secondly, she hadn't actually had high expectations from the start.

At six o'clock sharp, Yang Chun'er was the first to walk out of the editing room in high heels, carrying that limited edition bag.

Other colleagues also packed up and left one after another.

Soon, only Shen Zhiyi remained in the large office.

In the empty room, only the sound of her typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouse echoed.

She was extremely focused on making the changes, and even compared each frame of the scenes to be modified with the original novel in order to gain a deeper understanding of the characters. She also wrote numerous short biographies about her understanding of the characters in the margins.

Even though it was past dinner time, she didn't feel hungry at all, completely immersed in those cold images and sounds.

Top floor, CEO's office.

Lu Zichuan pressed the intercom button and called Assistant Wang in.

"Has Shen Zhiyi left?" he asked, his voice a little strained.

"No, Mr. Lu." Assistant Wang had already anticipated that he would ask.

From the moment Shen Zhiyi walked into the elevator, looking lost and dejected, he had been keeping an eye on the editing room. "Miss Shen has been inside the whole time; she hasn't even had dinner."

Lu Zichuan's hand holding the pen suddenly paused, and the pen tip bleeds a small blot of ink onto the document.

He paused for two seconds before casually instructing, "Go order a few light dishes and send them over to her. She prefers bland food, so don't add scallions or garlic."

Assistant Wang hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but cautiously speak up: "Mr. Lu, forgive my bluntness... but since you care so much about Miss Shen, why don't you just tell her directly?"

He paused, his tone tinged with a helpless anxiety for his superior: "No matter how old a girl is, how mature she is, or how much she's been through, she always longs for someone to cherish and love her. Especially Miss Shen, after being treated like that by Xu Zhesheng, she must feel even more insecure..."

Lu Zichuan felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

Why wouldn't he want to?

If he could, he would rush downstairs right now, pull her into his arms, and tell her that he had fallen for her ever since he saw her work at a film festival when he was in college.

Thinking of how Xu Zhesheng had trampled on her, he was so angry that he smashed half of the conference room, wishing he could rush over and snatch her back, and present her with all the beautiful things in the world.

But he can't.

He wanted to create distance and lower her guard.

His cold words were the limit he could only manage by gritting his teeth.

If he were to reveal his feelings for her again, she would only run away faster and hide even further away.

He lowered his eyes, concealing the turmoil within them, and coldly uttered only two words:

"Go deliver it."