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He was so excited that he forgot his former boss was Lu Zichuan. Only after he finished speaking did he realize his mistake, and his face immediately turned red: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant... Mr. Lu, please don't misunderstand..."

However, Lu Zichuan did not find it jarring.

He even subtly curled the corners of his lips.

After finishing his sentence, the editor quickly tried to change the subject, glancing cautiously at Lu Zichuan and speaking in a very soft voice: "Mr. Lu, do you have any editing ideas to share? Shall I go in and tell everyone?"

Lu Zichuan waved his hand, his voice cold and hard, yet revealing an undisguised indulgence: "No need, I trust Shen Zhiyi to do things."

He paused, then added in a low voice, as if afraid of startling the people inside: "Just go in and do your own thing, don't tell anyone I was here."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but then seemed to suddenly remember something. He paused, turned to his assistant Wang, and gave an order. His voice was not warm, but it warmed people's hearts: "Tonight, everyone's overtime pay will be double the usual rate."

Assistant Wang paused for a moment, then immediately nodded.

Having worked with Lu Zichuan for so many years, he understood his boss's meaning all too well. It wasn't an encouragement to work overtime; it was because everyone genuinely admired Shen Zhiyi and was willing to learn from her, which pleased him, hence the reward. This wasn't overtime pay; it was clearly President Lu's way of showing respect to his beloved.

Lu Zichuan didn't say anything more, turned around and entered the elevator. The frosted glass reflected the curve of his lips that hadn't been completely suppressed, and even the weariness from before had mostly dissipated.

At seven o'clock, there was a knock on the door of the editing room.

"Hello, your milk tea has arrived."

Shen Zhiyi quickly stood up, smiled, and took a large box of milk tea from the deliveryman. She turned around and waved it to her colleagues, saying, "Everyone has worked hard overtime. I'm treating you all to milk tea. Just come and get it."

"Wow! Thank you, Chief Shen!"

"Thank you, Sister Zhi!"

Because Shen Zhiyi had only been there a short time and there were many rumors circulating about her, people hadn't yet reached a consensus on how to address her.

Shen Zhiyi smiled and waved her hand: "The word 'Chief Shen' sounds a bit awkward. From now on, just call me Zhizhi or Sister Zhi."

"Okay! Thank you, Sister Zhi!"

People lined up in an orderly fashion to receive their milk tea. A cup of milk tea doesn't cost much, but the sentiment behind it is genuine.

However, before the milk tea had even cooled down, another deliveryman arrived carrying a large box, wearing the uniform of the Cantonese restaurant where Assistant Wang had ordered food for Shen Zhiyi last time.

"Wow! Sister Zhi, you're treating everyone to Cantonese food?"

"This is the hardest restaurant to book in Beijing; they don't usually take delivery. How did you manage to do it, Sister Zhi?"

"Oh my god, it's all my favorite poached chicken and shrimp dumplings! I love it!"

"Working overtime today was totally worth it!"

Cheers erupted in the editing room. Everyone returned to their workstations happily, one hand holding a milk tea and the other a lunchbox. The whole room was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of food.

Shen Zhiyi didn't even have time to explain that she hadn't ordered it, but seeing everyone enjoying their meal, she didn't press the issue. She simply smiled, took out her phone, snapped a picture of everyone engrossed in their food, and sent Lu Zichuan a message: "President Lu, thank you for dinner. My colleagues all enjoyed it very much."

Lu Zichuan replied quickly: "You're welcome, I'm glad you like it."

His tone was cold and businesslike.

Shen Zhiyi hovered her fingertip above the screen for a few seconds before finally pressing the lock screen button.

Forget it, we're just superiors and subordinates anyway, no need to say anything more.

In the time it takes to eat a meal, everyone worked incredibly efficiently, and basically finished working through all the revisions that Shen Zhiyi had proposed.

After checking one last time, everyone shouldered their bags and prepared to leave.

Shen Zhiyi organized all the documents and sent them to Lu Zichuan, and also prepared to pack her things.

I've made up for the two hours I missed today.

I had just bent down to shut down my computer when WeChat suddenly beeped.

Lu Zichuan's name appeared at the top of the chat box, with only four simple words: "Come up here."

Without hesitation, Shen Zhiyi shut down her computer and went straight to the top floor.

Outside the top-floor office, most of the assistants had already left work, leaving only Assistant Wang still engrossed in handling matters, while Pei Jin casually crossed his legs and played on his phone.

Upon seeing Shen Zhiyi arrive, Pei Jin greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Zhiyi! Still here?"

"Hmm, you didn't leave either?" Shen Zhiyi asked curiously.

Pei Jinchao pouted at Lu Zichuan's office door, looking aggrieved: "Waiting for this big shot! I've been working overtime every day, and we were supposed to go to that private restaurant I've been craving for so long, but it's all ruined!"

He pouted, looking just like a neglected young wife.

Shen Zhiyi was amused by his appearance and joked, "Then let him make it up to you when we get back."

As for what kind of compensation it would be, she didn't know.

Pei Jin's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes! I'll go back with him later. By the way, Zhizhi, don't you live downstairs from him too? Let's go together later, so it won't be safe for you to take a taxi alone so late at night."

Shen Zhiyi paused upon hearing this: "Wouldn't this... bother you?"

Pei Jin waved her hand dismissively, "No, no! Don't worry about it at all! Old Lu is all about work, he won't be all cold and sullen with you around!"

Shen Zhiyi smiled. Pei Jin had invited her, but the car belonged to Lu Zichuan. Without his approval, she dared not accept. She pointed to the office door and said, "I'll go in and talk business first."

"Alright, alright, go ahead!" Pei Jin waved his hand. "Now that you've finished talking, this big shot should go home!"

Hearing him so openly and unabashedly display his intimacy with Lu Zichuan, Shen Zhiyi felt that her previous little schemes had been too coy.

She composed herself and knocked on Lu Zichuan's office door.

"Enter."

A deep voice came from inside. Shen Zhiyi pushed open the door and entered.

"You're here?"

Compared to his cold demeanor the previous two days, Lu Zichuan was in a much better mood today.

The oppressive aura that kept strangers at bay had completely vanished, and one could even see a faint smile playing on his lips.

Shen Zhiyi nodded and respectfully greeted, "President Lu."

Lu Zichuan turned the monitor in front of him around, and the screen was playing a clip she had edited.

The short ten-minute video was the result of a week of hard work and collaboration with the entire editing team.

"Your part was revised very well." Lu Zichuan's gaze fell on the screen, his tone filled with rare praise. "As a result, the editing skills of the entire editing room have greatly improved."

He looked up at her, his admiration undisguised: "Shen Zhiyi, I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

Shen Zhiyi was about to wave her hand and say a few words of modesty, saying that this was a spontaneous act by everyone, when she heard Lu Zichuan change the subject, his voice becoming a few degrees deeper:

"But General Star has never supported employees working overtime without clear instructions."

He leaned back slightly, tapping his fingertips on the armrest, his gaze fixed on her, and asked slowly and deliberately, "Shen Zhiyi, you broke the rules today. And you dragged the entire editing team down with you. Tell me, how should this be handled?"