Hard work after winning the lottery

After washing up, I changed into a business suit and put on delicate makeup to cover up all my fatigue and dishevelment.

The woman in the mirror had a pale face but an unusually calm gaze.

Yes, she is still the indomitable Hua Yun.

Enter the Zhou Group building and step into the elevator that leads to the 66th floor.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came over her, but her heart was calmer than ever before.

She walked straight to the Chief Secretary's office, raised her hand, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

It should be known that Yao's voice came from inside.

Hua Yun pushed open the door and entered, seeing Ying Zhiyao with his head down, processing documents.

"Good morning, Secretary-General Ying."

Ying Zhiyao looked up and saw it was her. She was slightly surprised, then nodded gently.

"Good morning, what's up?"

Hua Yun didn't say anything, but gently placed the resignation letter on his desk with both hands.

Yao's gaze fell on the words "resignation letter," and his brows furrowed subtly.

He picked up the letter and quickly scanned it.

"Personal career planning?" He looked up at her, a hint of inquiry in his eyes. "What does that mean?"

"It means exactly what it says." Hua Yun's tone was calm and without any ripples.

"Hua Yun," Ying Zhiyao put down the letter, leaned forward slightly, and said in a serious tone, "Excuse my bluntness, but you've only been in the CEO's office for less than a month."

"I am well aware of your work ability, and the HR department and Director Li also have a very high opinion of you."

"You have great potential. As long as you keep working hard, your future is limitless."

"Why are you suddenly leaving?"

If these words had been spoken a week ago, they would have been enough to move Hua Yun to tears.

But now, she only feels irony.

All her efforts and potential were simply to get closer to that person.

Now that goal has collapsed, all of this has lost its meaning.

"Thank you for your kind words, Secretary-General Ying."

She even had a professional smile on her face.

"But I have thought it through very carefully, and this is a decision I made after much deliberation."

Yao looked at her, his eyes, which were usually so insightful, as if trying to see something beneath her calm exterior.

But he failed.

The girl in front of me was like an ancient well, unfathomable.

"Alright," he paused for a few seconds, then finally nodded. "Since you've made your decision, I respect your choice."

"I will submit your resignation letter to General Manager Zhou."

"Thank you," Hua Yun bowed slightly. "Then please help me arrange the handover of my work and the subsequent resignation process as soon as possible."

Her attitude was so resolute that it left no room for compromise.

As Yao watched her turn and leave, he thoughtfully picked up the resignation letter again.

The news of Hua Yun's resignation was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, quickly creating ripples within the small circle of the president's office.

Li Wei found her in the break room, her face showing undisguised surprise.

"Are you crazy? So many people are willing to fight tooth and nail to get in, and you're just going to walk away like that?"

"Sister Wei, I've thought it through," Hua Yun replied calmly.

"Because of the news the day before yesterday?" Li Wei lowered her voice, getting straight to the point.

Hua Yun paused almost imperceptibly in the hand holding the water glass.

She looked up, met Li Wei's probing gaze, and shook her head.

"no."

"It has nothing to do with those people; it's my own problem."

She didn't want her unrequited love to become a pathetic retreat in the eyes of others.

Her colleagues' whispers occasionally drifted into her ears.

"Have you heard? The new Hua Yun is resigning."

"Really? She's only been here a short time. Isn't she supposed to be quite capable?"

"Who knows? I guess they couldn't handle the pressure of the 66th floor. After all, not everyone can stay here."

"I think it's probably related to President Zhou. Haven't you noticed? Ever since the rumors about President Zhou and Miss Su came out, she's been acting strangely."

Hua Yun turned a deaf ear to these discussions.

She began to quietly organize all the work at hand.

Categorize the files for each project and label them with different colored tags.

She opened Excel and created an extremely detailed work handover checklist.

She wrote down the storage path of every file, the contact person for every project, and the precautions for every task in detail.

She wanted to erase every trace of her presence.

During this period, she inevitably had several work-related contacts with Zhou Yanjin.

On one occasion, I was sending in an urgent document that required his signature on the spot.

She walked in with her head down, placed the document in front of him, and said softly, "Mr. Zhou, this document needs your signature."

He grunted in response, without even looking up, and signed his name in a flamboyant manner.

From beginning to end, Hua Yun's eyes were fixed on the tips of the leaves of the potted green ivy on the corner of his table, not daring to lift them even slightly.

She was afraid that if she looked at him, all her pretense would crumble instantly.

Another time, the internal phone rang, and it was his cold, aloof voice.

"Assistant Hua, please bring me the materials from the fifth book on the third row of my bookshelf."

"Okay, Mr. Zhou."

She found the document, knocked on the door and went in. He was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, making a phone call.

His tall and upright figure, bathed in the morning sunlight, exuded nobility and aloofness.

She placed the documents on his desk without making a sound, and then quietly left.

Like a humble shadow, it came and went.

He seemed oblivious to all her avoidance and aloofness.

Or rather, he simply doesn't care.

To him, a newly arrived assistant was no different from a potted plant or a desk in the office.

Wednesday afternoon.

Yao handed her a signed document.

It is her resignation form.

In the approver's column, there is Zhou Yanjin's strong and powerful signature.

"President Zhou has approved it." Ying Zhiyao's tone was calm. "Your resignation will officially take effect one month from now."

Hua Yun took the thin piece of paper; her fingertips felt a little cold.

Those two words were like a final verdict.

It pronounced a death sentence on her unrequited love.

It also pronounced her sentence, and she could finally be freed.

"I understand, thank you Secretary-General Ying."

She returned to her workstation and put the application form into the deepest part of her drawer.

Outside the window, the setting sun was slowly sinking, dyeing the clouds on the horizon a brilliant orange-red.

Hua Yun raised her head and looked at the tightly closed door to the president's office.

She knew that in a month, she would be leaving this place forever.

She left the place she had fought so hard to reach.

Leaving this man, whom she had looked up to for 395 days.

Yeah.

It's better to fall from the clouds than to never have the right to look up at the stars.