What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

Bai Xiaolu's words, "Whoever cooks the best food for me, I'll beat them up for them," still echoed in the spacious CEO's office, but the air was as still as if it had been sucked out.

Lu Li sat at his workstation, a chill running down his spine.

Voting?! Are you going to use my right to live my life for a democratic election? Am I a human being or a shared power bank?!

[Scan the code to use, but there's an extra dispatch fee for cross-regional use?!]

These thoughts struck the minds of five women within a ten-meter radius without warning.

Su Feiyan paused, her hand holding the marker twitching slightly.

Shen Weilan, who was sitting on the edge of the table, had just taken a sip of her iced Americano when her cheeks puffed out and she almost sprayed it directly onto Lu Li's keyboard. She quickly covered her mouth and coughed violently.

On the projection screen, Gu Qingcheng's hand holding the hair dryer froze in mid-air. She quickly turned her head and covered her lips tightly with the back of her hand.

A very soft gasp came from the other end of the phone. Yang Ningbing silently took off her gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed her throbbing temples vigorously.

Sitting in the far corner, Ji Hanyue paused for a moment as she flipped through the contract renewal documents, a hint of surprise flashing in her cool eyes.

"I will not vote."

Su Feiyan was the first to break the deadlock.

She slammed her marker against the whiteboard border, her tone leaving no room for argument, "I am his direct supervisor, the president of the Su Group. His scheduling authority rightfully belongs to me."

"What President Su said is true."

On the screen, Gu Qingcheng straightened the loose collar of her bathrobe, her voice languid yet barbed, "You're both the referee and the player, how can this competition be fair?"

"Exactly!"

Wei Lan caught her breath and nodded frantically in agreement, like a chick pecking at rice. "Cousin, the Su Corporation's articles of association don't say that special assistants have to be subservient to the president 24/7, do they?"

Su Feiyan glanced coldly at Wei Lan, and was about to speak when Yang Ningbing's voice came through the speakerphone on her desk again.

After a brief three-second silence, the acting mayor of Jianghai City spoke with a meaningful tone: "President Su, official business is official business. But official business cannot be decided by personal relationships."

The sound of pages being turned could be heard on the other end of the phone. Yang Ningbing continued to press the issue: "The acceptance and coordination of the Chengxi Hot Spring project is a legally mandated procedure by the municipal government. This work involves public safety and subsequent approvals, and it's not something you can simply schedule using an internal company timetable."

Su Feiyan narrowed her long, phoenix-shaped eyes, engaging in an invisible confrontation with Yang Ningbing across a telephone line.

Taking advantage of the exchange between the two women with the strongest auras, Lu Li braced himself on the armrest of the swivel chair with one hand, quietly lifted his buttocks off the seat, and tried to slip away from this high-voltage radiation zone along the wall.

He had barely moved an inch when Wei Lan's leg, clad in a white over-the-knee sock, swiftly swept across him, her small hand gripping his sleeve tightly, forcefully pressing him back into the chair.

"Brother-in-law, the meeting isn't over yet, where are you going?"

Wei Lan blinked her big eyes, and the aroma of tea filled the air.

Just as she was caught in this dilemma, Ji Hanyue, who was sitting in the corner of the reception area, slowly closed the document in her hand.

"Since the core of the debate is time allocation."

She raised her cool eyes, her tone as classical as ever, "Why don't we have each party list their essential needs for next week and prioritize them?"

She paused for a moment, then added calmly, "Personal needs should give way to official duties and medical care."

This statement sounds logically sound and demonstrates an absolutely neutral stance.

But Lu Li's mind was working very fast.

[Good heavens, this Iceberg Sect Master usually can't even use a robot vacuum cleaner, how come his logic is so clear now?]

[Her second appraisal of that broken bronze furnace, plus her daily need for me to massage my meridians and suppress the cold toxins, were all subtly packaged into her "essential needs"!]

Su Feiyan clearly understood the implied meaning.

She turned her head, gave Ji Hanyue a deep look, and narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly: "Alright. Then let's do as Sect Leader Ji says and state our needs."

She turned around, picked up the marker again, and stood in front of the tactical whiteboard.

Over the next ten minutes, a silent feast of division unfolded in the CEO's office.

The forms on the whiteboard were being filled at a visible rate.

Lu Li sat at his workstation, staring at the form, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

He found that next week, from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m. every day, his time was divided with more precision than a scalpel.

Even the time spent going to the restroom is strictly limited to within five minutes.

Lu Li's psychological defenses collapsed.

[Monday: Feiyan's contract signing meeting; Tuesday: Ji Hanyue's bronze furnace appraisal; Wednesday: Yang Ningbing's acceptance and review; Thursday: Gu Qingcheng's celebration banquet preparations; Friday: Weilan's make-up exam review; Saturday: Feiyan's private time...]

The most outrageous thing was Sunday! Bai Xiaolu actually made me cook all day!

What do you take me for? I'm not a special assistant, I'm the special buffet restaurant!

[Open all year round, welcome to all, and you don't even have to pay the bill after you eat!]

This heart-wrenching, intensely sorrowful expression of grief was like a bombshell, detonating directly in the minds of the five women.

Click.

The marker in Su Feiyan's hand didn't break, but the Montblanc fountain pen she picked up and played with was snapped in two.

Ink splattered on the edge of the whiteboard.

Wei Lan couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach and leaning on Lu Li's desk, her shoulders shaking wildly.

On the projection screen, Gu Qingcheng turned her face away, leaving the camera with only a trembling back of her head, but her suppressed laughter could still be heard.

On the other end of the phone, Yang Ningbing's ears were burning red, while Liu Qingyu, standing next to her, buried her head in a pile of documents, pretending to be deaf.

Ji Hanyue remained seated expressionless, but the contract renewal document on her lap had been unconsciously crumpled into a deep crease.

"If none of you are going to vote, then I will!"

Bai Xiaolu, completely oblivious to the strange atmosphere, slung the giant hammer over her shoulder, extended a greasy finger, and loudly announced, "I choose the food made with meal tickets—it's the best! So none of you can have it all to yourself!"

Lu Li looked completely bewildered: "?? Who are you helping? You're not even on the competition list yourself!"

Bai Xiaolu puffed out her little chest confidently: "Of course I have to protect my meal ticket! What if you guys work him to death? Who's going to make me chicken legs then?"

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

Wei Lan was the first to laugh out loud, her clear laughter breaking the ice.

Gu Qingcheng couldn't hold back her laughter on screen either, bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

Even Su Feiyan, who had maintained a cold expression, visibly twitched at the corner of her mouth.

After the farce, Su Feiyan turned around and made the final decision.

"That's settled then. Official duties first, medical care second, business cooperation third, and personal matters last."

She threw the broken pen into the trash can, her voice cold, "Every request must be reported to the president's office 24 hours in advance, and I will personally review it."

Over the phone, Yang Ningbing immediately added, "The city government's administrative needs do not go through the president's office for review; they are handled through formal official letters."

Su Feiyan gave a noncommittal snort.

On the screen, Gu Qingcheng tossed her hair and slowly asked, "Then, President Su, is my request considered business or personal?"

Su Feiyan looked at the screen, a mocking smile playing on her red lips: "It depends on whether you're wearing a work uniform or this bathrobe you're wearing when you meet him."

The meeting is now adjourned.

Liu Qingyu hung up the phone, Gu Qingcheng cut off the video call, and Wei Lan was sent to the public relations department to get the documents by a look from Su Feiyan.

Ji Hanyue stood up and, supported by Bai Xiaolu, walked towards the gate.

As he passed by Lu Li, the sect leader of the Supreme Forgetfulness Palace suddenly paused slightly.

She didn't turn to look at him, but said something in a very low voice.

The voice was extremely soft, so soft that only Lu Li, who possessed the Ancient Sacred Body, and Su Feiyan, who was very close by, could hear it.

"This morning...I remember."

After saying that, she left.

A gentle breeze stirred the hem of her moon-white skirt, lightly brushing past Lu Li's knees, about three centimeters in front of them.

Su Feiyan stood in front of the whiteboard, watching the departing figure, her meticulously manicured nails slowly digging into the leather armrest of the boss's chair.

The CEO's office fell silent again.

Lu Li looked at the densely packed duty schedule on the tactical whiteboard.

The black lines intertwined, like a giant spider web.

And he was the worm stuck tightly in the very center.

Su Feiyan turned around, picked up a good marker again, and walked to the whiteboard.

Following the "Su Feiyan's Private Time" section on Saturday, she slowly added four words with a flick of her wrist.

Lu Li swallowed hard and craned his neck to look over.

Those four words were so powerful they seemed to leap off the page: "No leave allowed."

After finishing writing, Su Feiyan turned to look at him.

Those usually cold and noble phoenix eyes now had a shattered ice layer, beneath which burned a chilling dark fire.

"Back to Genting Villa at 8 PM Saturday."

She braced her hands on the edge of Lu Li's desk, looking down at him intently, her words as cold as ice, "I have something to tell you. About... how exactly you plan to end this."