The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Ha, what's so good about these young boys?

He speaks in a high-pitched voice, looks like he's never seen the world, and is just a freeloader.

Chen Yu stood on the steps, glancing at the graceful figure out of the corner of his eye. Her slender waist swayed briefly in the twilight before disappearing from sight around the street corner.

She's just someone who flaunts her looks everywhere; that's the kind of woman he despises the most.

Lin Zhi and the young man had a candlelight dinner at a Western restaurant that cost 200 yuan per person, the lighting dim and inviting. The young man started taking pictures as soon as he sat down. "Sister, this meal is so expensive! Next time, let's eat something cheaper. You don't earn money easily, and it hurts me to see you spending so much on me."

He looked up at Lin Zhi, his voice soft and sticky.

Lin Zhi smiled and reached out to pat his head: "It's worth it to spend money on you."

The young man is a sophomore in college, an athlete. He looks young, but he has the best double-door physique.

He's young and doesn't know much. He'll say hello wherever you take him, and he'll be happy for days if you give him an Adidas bag. He even thinks drinking a Starbucks is a luxury.

Unlike older men, who are cunning and shrewd, and not clean at all.

After dinner, Lin Zhi took the person home.

The young boy served her with extra effort, putting all his energy into her.

Lin Zhi released all the pressure she had been holding in these past few days. After it was over, she leaned against the headboard and smoked a cigarette. The young man came up to her from behind and said in a coquettish tone, "Sister, let me sleep with you. I'll make you a loving breakfast tomorrow morning."

She raised her hand and patted his bottom: "Good boy, be good."

The little boy had no choice but to reluctantly put on his clothes and go out.

She is against marriage, likes young and clean bodies, but doesn't want to get emotionally involved.

She's rich and beautiful; she can get tired of one and move on to the next, summoning and dismissing men at will. With just a little money, plenty of young men are willing to be her lackeys.

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The next day, Lin Zhi walked into the company with a cup of coffee in his hand and yawning.

Just as I sat down, the internal phone rang, and Chen Yu's indifferent voice came from the other end: "Assistant Lin, coffee."

Lin Zhi was taken aback: "Isn't this Secretary Wang's job?"

"Secretary Wang is not here."

"Okay, just a moment." She smiled.

Then I took out the instant coffee, opened a packet, poured it into a cup, added hot water, and brought it inside.

Chen Yu glanced at it, picked it up, took a sip, and frowned: "No instant, it has to be freshly ground."

Lin Zhi cursed inwardly, then put on a professional fake smile: "Okay, I'll go grind it for you."

She turned to study the coffee machine, searched for tutorials on her phone, and learned how to weigh the beans, grind them, distribute the powder, tamp the powder, and then extract the coffee.

She stirred it three times before it finally produced liquid. She then heated the milk, frothed it, poured it in, and brought it over: "Freshly ground, Mr. Chen."

Drink up, Dad.

Chen Yu picked up the glass, took a sip, put it down, and calmly commented, "Not enough pressure, it doesn't bring out the flavor."

Lin Zhi silently rolled her eyes: "Please wait a moment."

She made a second cup. This time, she tamped the coffee harder, and the color of the coffee was much darker.

She brought it over again, and Chen Yu took a sip: "It's over-extracted; it's already bitter."

Lin Zhi wanted to give him a good whack.

She gritted her teeth, took the cup out, and directly opened her own Luckin Coffee lid, pouring it into his cup, leaving half of it.

She brought it in, and Chen Yu took a sip, somewhat surprised: "This cup is a big improvement. What kind of beans are these? The taste is not bad."

"Little butterflies." Lin Zhi said without changing his expression.

Back in her office, she finished the remaining half glass.

Nine yuan and ninety cents a cup, five yuan for a moment of peace and quiet, it's worth it.

For several days in a row, she bought a cup of coffee downstairs every morning, drinking half a cup herself and the shopkeeper drinking the other half.

Chen Yu remains oblivious, occasionally commenting, "Changing your tastes today?"

"Hmm, boss, this is my new flavor: coconut latte."

"Good job, keep it up."

Lin Zhi gave a professional, fake smile: "Okay."

The word "effort" sounds like it implies a life of hardship.

One slave does twice the work.

In the past few days, she has accompanied Chen Yu to various occasions, including dinners, cocktail parties, and business negotiations.

Lin Zhi is the kind of strikingly beautiful woman who is so captivating that she stands out in a crowd and is always the first person you notice.

"Wow, Mr. Chen has a new beautiful assistant?"

When a beautiful woman achieves a certain level of success in the workplace, she is often the subject of ambiguous speculation.

"Assistant Lin, you're so beautiful."

Lin Zhi spoke calmly, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Mr. Zhang, you have excellent taste."

She's beautiful, has high emotional intelligence, can drink and chat well; she managed to deflect most of the toasts at the dinner party.

"Handsome Lin is truly a heroine! So satisfying!"

"President Li is a role model for us all; I truly admire him."

When he turned to wipe his mouth, he spat the wine onto the towel.

Taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, he spilled the wine from the cup under the table.

Chen Yu, who was sitting next to him, saw everything.

He wasn't a great drinker, but he was full of clever ideas.

During the meal, Mr. Li, who had gotten quite drunk, swayed his head while holding his wine glass and said, "To be honest, I used to be able to drink quite a lot."

He held up one finger and shook it. "Do you know what that means?"

Lin Zhi tilted his head, smiling innocently, "What does this mean, Brother Li?"

"That's called drinking continuously."

Lin Zhi chuckled, stretched out his hand, but tucked his middle finger inside: "Then this is my alcohol tolerance."

"This is called endless drinking."

Mr. Li was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Great! Interesting! A thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend. We must make an appointment again next time."

Lin Zhi rested her chin on her hand, somewhat displeased: "Brother, you won't even sign the contract with me, and you're already thinking about next time?"

"That's really not fair. If you keep doing this, Mr. Chen might fire me."

Half-joking, half-coquettish, her brows furrowed slightly, and that perfectly timed hint of grievance completely disarmed Mr. Li:

"Sign! You must sign!"

After the event, Lin Zhi was satisfied with the contract and then took out a hangover pill and swallowed it.

When she came out of the restroom, Chen Yu was standing at the end of the corridor, looking rather unwell.

Actually, his expression hadn't been good since the dinner table, but she was busy dealing with clients and didn't pay attention.

As she approached, he turned his head and said in an icy voice, "Lin Zhi, your job is to be an assistant, not to be a hostess and sell smiles."

Lin Zhi paused for a moment. She was slightly tipsy, but not drunk; her mind was still perfectly clear.

She leaned against the wall, tossed her hair, and chuckled softly, "So, Mr. Chen, how do you think I can achieve double the performance targets?"

"Just sit in the office all day waiting for a windfall, meeting with clients, exchanging a few words, and then signing a contract?"

She looked at him and countered, "Didn't your former assistant ever drink with clients? Even you yourself often had drinking engagements you couldn't refuse?"

Chen Yu was speechless, speechless.

She took a step forward, her gaze unwavering: "You men can drink and sing with clients, and a cigarette can build rapport—that's called socializing."

"And if a woman uses her gender advantage to chat with a client, is that considered selling smiles and drinking with them?"

"Mr. Chen, your big boss can earn money standing up, but we laborers don't have that kind of privilege."

Which salesperson doesn't drink? Over the years, she's learned countless tricks and schemes: what to eat before drinking to avoid getting drunk, how to avoid drinking, how to switch drinks, how to coax clients into taking the money without being taken advantage of.

After she finished speaking, she stepped into the elevator in her high heels.

After the door closed, neither of them spoke, and their faces, devoid of expression, were reflected in the mirror.

When the elevator reached the first floor and the doors opened, Lin Zhi took a step out. Suddenly, her heel slipped on the ground, and she leaned back, half of her body bumping into Chen Yu's arms.

Her back was pressed against his chest, and she could feel the firm lines beneath his shirt as she tried to steady herself.

Chen Yu frowned and instinctively pushed away the person who was leaning towards him.

The force wasn't heavy, but she was already unsteady, and when he pushed her, she staggered and fell to the side. She managed to brace herself against the wall to avoid falling completely, but a sharp pain shot through her ankle.

She staggered to her feet, but his action pierced her deeply.

She met his gaze and asked coldly, "What do you mean? Does Mr. Chen think a woman like me would taint your noble soul?"

"I...I didn't mean that."

Chen Yu was momentarily speechless, as if his own reflexive action had blocked all avenues for explanation.

"If you feel I don't meet your standards, then please transfer me from the assistant position. But I haven't made any mistakes or failed in my duties, so please give me a position of equal rank."

Transferring her to another position is fine, but a pay cut is absolutely unacceptable.

Lin Zhiyi limped toward the door.

Chen Yu followed behind him, frowning. "I'll take you to the hospital."

Lin Zhi ignored her and stubbornly took off her high heels, going barefoot to hail a taxi.

She was indeed angered by his actions.

I'm such a stunning beauty, yet you push me away with disgust. What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?

He's definitely a deadbeat.

Chen Yu stood there, watching her stubborn back disappear into the night.

He recalled the sensation of her falling into his arms, her hair brushing against his ear, carrying a sweet scent and the aroma of alcohol.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyebrows were raised, and she seemed a little drunk.

He should have supported her, but his body instinctively tried to avoid her.

It's his own problem.