You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

"Summer interns, report to the CEO's office today."

Jiang Che smiled slightly and said, "I'm no different from any other young person who's just started working."

The receptionist checked the system, confirmed the list, and handed him a temporary work badge.

"Intern Jiang Che, President's Office, 38th Floor."

"The elevator is on your right. Please wear your employee ID card."

Jiang Che took the employee badge and glanced down at it.

The photo on his employee badge was his ID photo, with the words "Intern" printed below it. There were no other titles or distinctions.

He hung his employee badge around his neck and walked toward the elevator.

38 floors.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, you were greeted by the lobby of the president's office.

The decor is simple yet elegant, with rows of neat office workstations lining both sides of the corridor.

The air was filled with the faint aroma of coffee, the printer hummed, and the telephone rang incessantly.

A standard corporate headquarters work environment.

Just as Jiang Che stood still, a middle-aged man in his forties walked out of the private office on the inside.

He was of medium build, with his hair neatly combed, wearing a sharp suit, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

With a steady gait and calm gaze, he exudes the capable air of someone who has been immersed in management for many years.

Lin Zhengyang.

The head of the president's office, one of Jiang Dahai's most trusted people.

"You're the new intern?" Lin Zhengyang walked up to Jiang Che, his expression polite but distant.

If you're going to put on a show, go all the way.

Even though he already knew the young man's true identity, Jiang Dahai's instructions were clear: no special treatment and no revealing any information.

"Yes, I am Jiang Che. Thank you, Manager Lin."

Lin Zhengyang nodded and turned to walk towards the office area.

"Come with me, I'll show you around the workstations and basic procedures."

Jiang Che followed behind him, his gaze sweeping over every face in the office area without making a sound.

Lin Zhengyang led him to a small workstation by the window.

Jiang Che looked around. The location was out of the way, and the table was small. Compared with the setup of the regular employees around him, it was quite shabby.

But since she's an intern, this treatment is considered normal.

"First, reorganize the archived documents from the President's Office this week by number. After that, summarize the minutes of the three senior management meetings from last month and hand them to me before you leave work." Lin Zhengyang placed a thick stack of documents on his desk.

"Understood." Jiang Che didn't hesitate at all, pulled out a chair, sat down, and immediately began to look through the documents.

Lin Zhengyang glanced at him for a couple more seconds.

This kid's attitude was unexpected.

He had worked in the president's office for over a decade and had seen many people who were brought in to gain prestige through connections.

Nine out of ten people can't sit still, let alone do something as tedious and complicated as organizing documents.

But after Jiang Che sat down, his movements as he flipped through the documents were quick and steady, showing no sign of impatience.

Lin Zhengyang nodded silently to himself and turned back to his office.

We'll see what kind of person the boss's son is; there's still a long time to go.

Jiang Che buried himself in organizing the documents for a while, during which he had a vague feeling that someone was watching him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a young man looking at him from the workstation diagonally opposite him.

She looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with delicate features. She wore a well-tailored light blue shirt and her hair was neatly styled.

Seeing that Jiang Che had noticed him, the man smiled and picked up a cup of coffee and walked over.

"A new intern?"

"Yes." Jiang Che looked up and nodded politely.

"My name is Shen Yi, I'm also from the CEO's office, and I've been here for almost two years." Shen Yi placed the coffee on the corner of Jiang Che's table, his smile bright and cheerful. "What's your name?"

Jiang Che.

"Jiang Che, a good name." Shen Yi glanced down at the pile of documents on his desk, clicked his tongue twice, and said, "Did Supervisor Lin assign you so much work on your first day?"

"This will keep you busy all day. Good luck! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

Jiang Che glanced at him.

First impression: Outgoing, talkative, and proactive in making friends.

Whether it's simply out of kindness or with ulterior motives, it's too early to draw a conclusion.

"Thanks." Jiang Che gave a brief reply, without exchanging any more pleasantries, and went back to flipping through the documents.

Shen Yi didn't bother him any further, smiled, and returned to his workstation.

But after sitting down, his gaze drifted towards Jiang Che again.

Summer interns were directly assigned to the CEO's office?

This isn't a position you can just casually get into.

A faint suspicion arose in Shen Yi's heart, but his face remained as kind and gentle as ever.

……

at the same time.

At the villa, Su Qinghe finally got up after catching up on her nap.

After she finished washing up, she went to the living room, which was completely silent, a silence that made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Back in Lincheng, at this time Jiang Che would either be scrolling through his phone on the sofa or making breakfast in the kitchen.

Now that the person is gone, the whole house feels empty.

Su Qinghe stood in the middle of the living room for a while in a daze, then went back upstairs to the study with a sense of loss and took out her account book.

Turn to a new page and write down—

July 18th, sunny.

Today was A-Che's first day at work.

He looks handsome in the shirt I ironed.

After writing this line, she put down her pen and pulled a basic accounting textbook from the bookshelf.

She had already checked the curriculum of the accounting major at Peking University on the official website. The core courses in the first semester of the freshman year include basic accounting, microeconomics, and advanced mathematics.

She didn't want to wait until school started to learn passively.

She needs to prepare in advance.

Su Qinghe opened the textbook to the first page, her gaze falling on the small print on the title page—

"Accounting is the language of the business world."

She silently repeated the sentence in her mind.

Ah Che will take over the entire group in the future.

Then she would become the person who understood the language best by his side.

With this thought in mind, Su Qinghe sat down at her desk and began reading the first chapter, "Basic Concepts and Functions of Accounting," word by word.

At first, I found it boring.

The whole book was full of terms like "Assets = Liabilities + Owner's Equity" and "double-entry bookkeeping," which gave her a headache.

But Su Qinghe has one advantage: she can overcome even the toughest challenges.

She can endure things that others find boring through sheer willpower.

That's how she got through her three years of high school. If she didn't understand a concept, she would review it repeatedly. When her eyes got tired, she would close them and memorize it until she could recite it from memory.

So even though the content in the textbook was completely unfamiliar to her, she did not give up.

In one morning, she thoroughly studied the first and second chapters and meticulously took five pages of notes in her notebook, clearly marking every single point of knowledge.

After finishing the last line of notes, Su Qinghe put down her pen and shook her slightly sore wrist.

She looked down at her notes and nodded in satisfaction.

Yeah, I'll show it to A-Che later, so he knows his girlfriend isn't just sitting around doing nothing at home.

……

Time flies.

Jiang Sheng Group Headquarters Building, 38th floor, President's Office.

Jiang Che's internship has entered its third day.