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Assistant Wang, standing to the side, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. Those familiar with Lu Zichuan knew that President Lu never made promises lightly. If someone asked him for help, they would either be directly rejected or simply dismissed.

This was the first time that President Lu had taken the initiative to help someone.

Shen Zhiyi didn't think much of what he said. She knew that Lu Zichuan just wanted her to get a divorce as soon as possible so she could help him.

She said, "Okay, I've already had someone draft a divorce agreement, and I'll give it to Xu Zhesheng tomorrow. Regarding the matter you mentioned last time about him transferring assets, I asked him to prepare an asset report for me, but he hasn't given it to me yet. Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I'll get things sorted out within a month."

At this point, she changed the subject: "Although this isn't urgent, we haven't discussed salary yet..."

Lu Zichuan paused, his pale brown eyes looking at Shen Zhiyi, and raised an eyebrow.

He clearly hadn't expected Shen Zhiyi to say that.

"Name your salary, and I'll give you the highest price on the market, as long as you can meet my requirements."

Lu Zichuan crossed his legs.

Shen Zhiyi pouted, "Also, I don't accept being available 24/7. I will complete my work, but I need at least one day off every week."

Her request is unreasonable in the editing industry.

Editors work with the film; as long as a movie is released, they don't have fixed rest days, whether it's a weekday, a weekend, or even a public holiday.

Unless the film is finished being edited.

In the past, when editing for Hsu Che-sheng, Shen Chih-yi worked almost 365 days a year without a break, constantly on the go.

This has resulted in her not having any relaxing days off at all, and she has felt like she has lost a lot of time for herself over the years.

Aside from Hsu Che-sheng and his family, she shuttles between home and the film set all day long. Her studio colleagues take turns resting and turn down some film offers, but she is the only one who sits in front of the computer almost every day editing videos.

Now that she has decided to be reborn, Shen Zhiyi doesn't want to live her previous life anymore. She can work, but she also needs her own life.

However, this request did not conform to the industry's work process, and Shen Zhiyi was a little uneasy, clutching the clothes in her hand to hide her unease.

Lu Zichuan was taken aback when he heard the request, and then his brows furrowed.

Seeing this, Shen Zhi became even more nervous and couldn't help but say, "If it really doesn't work, one day every two weeks is fine too. I just really need my own life."

Lu Zichuan's fingers twitched, and he looked at Shen Zhiyi with a hint of pity: "You edited so many videos for Xu Zhesheng, and he didn't even give you a day off?"

Shen Zhiyi tightened her grip on the hem of her clothes, not quite understanding what Lu Zichuan meant.

Assistant Wang chimed in, "Ms. Shen, your request is a bit... beyond Mr. Lu's purview."

"In our company, apart from actors and agents, all staff members get two days off a week. Although the dates are not fixed, this is guaranteed."

Shen Zhiyi opened her mouth in surprise: "A film and television company, only two days off a week?"

This was the first time she had ever heard of this benefit in all her years in the industry.

After all, the company is so big, and the industry includes actors, stars and agents. These professions absolutely cannot have fixed days off. Then there are the support staff. It would be good enough if they could be guaranteed a day off every month. How could everyone have two fixed days off?

Seeing her so surprised, Lu Zichuan's lips curled up slightly.

Assistant Wang continued, "Yes, although the industry is complex, we have employees who rotate shifts and positions that are responsible for arranging rest days. We will never exploit employees' rest days. Moreover, as long as you have legitimate business, you can take time off at any time."

At this point, he added with some pride, "Don't let our CEO Lu's extremely tough public image fool you; internally, especially when it comes to employee benefits, he's absolutely top-notch!"

"You could say that since our company was founded, no more than ten employees have left, and they all left because of family changes or wanting to return to their hometowns. None of them left because of benefits."

Shen Zhiyi was even more surprised, and at the same time began to doubt what kind of hard life she had lived in the past.

She recalled having a severe cold two years ago, when she had a fever of nearly 40 degrees Celsius and felt dizzy and weak. She could barely see the words on the computer screen.

With only eight hours left before the deadline, she made sure everything was arranged before telling Xu Zhesheng that she wanted to ask for leave.

Hsu Che-sheng was watching a film at the time. Hearing this, he didn't even look up. He simply told his assistant to pour her a glass of warm water. "Zhi-zhi, I'm in the prime of my career right now. This film is very important. I know you're feeling unwell with a cold, but can you hold on a little longer for my sake?"

"We only have eight hours left. After I submit the scans, can I go to the hospital with you?"

"But I really can't take it anymore..." Shen Zhiyi was so upset that she almost fainted in Xu Zhesheng's office.

Even so, his attitude towards her didn't soften in the slightest. "Zhizhi, it's not that I don't want to give you time off, but you know, there aren't many holidays in our line of work. If I give you time off, what will the others think?"

"Just eight more hours, okay? Be good."

He patted her head.

At that time, Shen Zhiyi really didn't think that much. She just didn't want to make things difficult for him, so she really endured for eight hours. When she was sent to the hospital, she was almost delirious from the fever.

When he returned, even his colleagues complained that Xu Zhesheng was a terrible person.

But now, hearing how different Lu Zichuan's company is from Xu Zhesheng's, she pursed her lips and suddenly realized the difference between someone who grew up in a privileged family and someone who climbed up from the bottom.

She nodded, her smile widening: "In that case, I look forward to starting work at President Lu's company as soon as possible."

It was getting late, so Lu Zichuan and the others sat for a while before preparing to leave.

Since the other party had brought her back, Shen Zhiyi couldn't be too cold, so she casually asked, "Mr. Lu, how are you getting back?"

"Let's go back."

"Huh?" Shen Zhiyi's mouth dropped open. The bar was at least ten kilometers away. Walk back?

Seeing her so surprised, a smile flashed in Lu Zichuan's eyes, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Assistant Wang explained, "Ms. Shen, you don't need to worry. Mr. Lu's house is just upstairs, very close by."

After seeing Lu Zichuan and Assistant Wang off, Shen Zhiyi turned around and helped Tan Gui remove her makeup, while vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

The last words of Assistant Wang echoed in my mind—"President Lu's house is upstairs."

Shen Zhiyi paused, and the makeup remover pad almost fell onto Tan Gui's face.

Upstairs? Which building? There are several buildings in this complex.

But Assistant Wang's tone was so matter-of-fact, as if it were a matter of course.

Lu Zichuan... the second young master of that top wealthy family in Beijing actually lives upstairs from Tan Gui?

What a coincidence!

Or...did he already know she would come here?