The President’s Secretary Wants to Resign Everyday

“Woman, I asked you to buy something for the heroine. Are you jealous?” The President smirked madly, “Don’t try to get revenge on me with this kind of behavior.”

What kind of behavior? Trying to perform mountain bike acrobatics at your house for a chance to touch porcelain?[1]

There was a helpless, doting smile on the corner of the President’s mouth, “Damn woman, what should I do with you?”

I blinked twitching eyes, pursed my lips, and looked anxiously at the manic and gentle President, trying to assess his mental state.

The president showed his prosperous beauty without hesitation, “tell me, what do you want? I can give you everything except love.”

I understand. The president may have lost himself in my psychedelic operation in the past two days. I smiled professionally at the president, politely and distant. “President, as you can see, I am not the heroine, I am your secretary.”

The President let out a long sigh and explained to me for some reason: “I don’t live here; the house is only lent to the heroine.”

“Okay, what about the heroine?” I counted the time; I still have to find the heroine and make a shopping list. The mall closes at 10 o’clock, I’m sure it’s too late to buy a lot today. I’ll buy the urgently needed daily necessities first, and I’ll talk about the rest tomorrow.

It’s a shame to think about it. It’s only 4300 yuan a month, and even the personal necessities of the woman the president secretly loves. I got up from the ground, smiled shyly, and stood on tiptoe with a flattering face. “President, let me discuss with you. When I joined the company, I applied for the position of your secretary, and now I also have to work as a heroine’s life assistant, isn’t it inappropriate? I’m sure you know that prices are soaring in this world…”

The President narrowed his eyes slightly. “Secretary, are you dissatisfied?”

I quickly restrained my smile, “No dissatisfaction, I’m just asking if you can raise my salary, if not, forget it.”

Although the salary is low, something is better than nothing.

The thin anger on the president’s face gradually appeared, and his voice became impatient, “I have already explained, I have nothing to do with her, what do you want from me?”

“I’m sorry.” I have realized the President and I aren’t in the same page; we can’t communicate at all.

Seeing that I had a good attitude of admitting mistakes, the President’s attitude softened a little, “You can’t get my love, but I will compensate you in other ways.”

Translator’s Note:

1. It is the practice of crooks placing ostensibly expensive, fragile items (usually porcelain) in places where they may easily be knocked over, allowing them to collect damages when the items are damaged ↵