Because she was addicted

"Give me the meeting minutes after the meeting."

Lu Chenyan glared at her fiercely.

"Oh well."

The warm reeds felt like thorns on my back.

Shen Yu, sitting opposite her, glanced at her subtly.

Finally, the meeting ended.

Before he could even catch his breath after sitting down, the internal phone on the table rang. It was Shen Yu.

"Secretary Wen, I've prepared the meeting minutes, specifically the marketing department's portion, and sent it to you."

Wen Jia admitted that she hadn't listened carefully to that part, as she was preoccupied with thinking about Lu Chenyan. She was now worried about what to do.

"Okay, sure."

Seeing that Wen Jia had agreed to his favor, Shen Yu on the other end of the phone visibly breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his voice and changed his tone.

"Jiajia, what happened to you? Jiajia, don't keep it to yourself. Tell me and I'll share your burden. Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I'll always be on your side."

"I'm fine. I'm busy right now, let's talk about it later."

Wen Jia quickly hung up the phone.

When Lu Chenyan asked her if she was single, Shen Yu's answer deeply stung her.

From beginning to end, Shen Yu never intended to make their relationship public.

In the past, she would try to understand and comfort Shen Yu from his perspective.

I think office romances are indeed bad, as they can more or less affect their career development.

But now,

Once she saw Shen Yu's true colors, she realized this was a fundamental issue of attitude—a question of whether Shen Yu respected her.

Today, when Shen Yu casually and nonchalantly said to Lu Chenyan, "What are you talking about? Secretary Wen is still single!" she felt that the past year had been utterly worthless.

Her year of devoted effort was not worth it.

It's not worth being heartbroken after learning the truth.

It's not worth it to give up on yourself and go to Dali to find a man to amuse yourself.

That's how she's gotten herself into trouble with Lu Chenyan.

Hey!

How are we supposed to get along like this?!

Resign? That's impossible. She'd climbed all this way with great difficulty. She could only carefully serve him and live a life of quiet desperation, hoping that Lu Chenyan would let her off the hook after he'd vented his anger.

Right now, she needs to find a suitable opportunity to make the breakup clear with Shen Yu.

The past is now completely behind us.

She took a deep breath, quickly organized the meeting minutes, and carefully reviewed them three times from beginning to end to ensure there were no errors before clicking send.

Almost the instant she clicked send email, the phone on the table jumped up as if it had no will to do anything.

"Feed".

She had just picked up the phone when Lu Chenyan's voice came from the other end.

"Come in."

Yi Mo quickly cast a look of sympathy and relief at him.

I sympathize with Wen Jia being relentlessly tormented by her new boss on her first day at work, but I'm also relieved that the new boss isn't targeting her alone anymore. It seems like he's completely shifted his focus, not even calling her once all morning or giving her a second glance. It feels like I've finally seen the light of day again.

Perhaps I don't need to go to Secretary Li to mention the job transfer.

"Here, here, and here!"

Lu Chenyan's computer screen was filled with Wen Jia's meeting minutes.

His long, slender, impossibly handsome fingers casually pointed at a few spots on the screen. He lifted his eyelids, revealing more white than black in his eyes, and stared at Wen Jia with an expressionless, deathly gaze.

"Secretary Wen, this is the second time!"

Wen Jia blushed with embarrassment, wishing she could scrutinize his computer to see exactly where she had gone wrong.

That morning, she had already fully experienced Lu Chenyan's meticulousness and professionalism. To avoid running into trouble, she carefully checked it three times, reading and pondering it word by word, to ensure that there were no mistakes before sending it over.

So she was very confident that she was absolutely right!

"How is that possible?"

She bent down abruptly to look at the screen.

When Lu Chenyan saw Wen Jia lunging at him fiercely across the desk, he instinctively took a step back. A refreshing scent of herbs wafted over, instantly clearing his mind, which had been foggy all morning.

It's the taste.

He still remembered that night; the scent captivated him, made him lose control. That same night, inhaling that scent, he slept the sweetest sleep he'd had in ten years. He had thought there would be a second night, a third night… after all, the trip had been planned for two weeks.

But when I woke up the next day, the person was gone and the bed was empty.

Wen Jia's face was so close, and her light makeup made her look even more beautiful.

A smooth forehead, a straight nose, a pointed chin... Her dark brown curly hair was now neatly coiled at the back of her head, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck. Beneath the V-neck of her off-white business suit was a dark patch, where he remembered the turbulent waves.

Her unique, fresh scent of herbs and trees drifted gently into his nose.

Refreshing.

The fatigue from the morning was swept away.

Wen Jia quickly glanced at the screen and then dragged the mouse to move it.

At first, she was stubborn and confident, determined to prove herself right. But gradually, her neck turned increasingly red, and her hand moving the mouse slowed down. As if suddenly realizing that her current position was extremely indecent, even excessive and out of line, she abruptly straightened up.

As if the distance wasn't enough, it took a large step back, looking defiant.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I really can't see where the mistake is. Please enlighten me."

Lu Chenyan did not respond.

He then suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.

What shampoo do you use?

"?"

Wen Jia thought she had misheard.

"Send me the link." Lu Chenyan was sure she understood, and after thinking for a moment, he added, "Also, send me the link for the shower gel, and if possible, the link for laundry detergent, toothpaste, and cosmetics as well."

Shampoo and shower gel are understandable.

What the heck are cosmetics?!

Lu Chenyan had already taken out his phone and opened WeChat, waiting for messages to pop up.

Wen Jia was immediately embarrassed.

On the way back from Dali, no, to be precise, on the morning she left the guesthouse, she blocked Lu Chenyan.

Why keep someone on WeChat that you'll never see again in this lifetime?

Lu Chenyan, who was fiddling with his phone a moment ago, stopped abruptly, his brow twitching, and his handsome face gradually turning icy. As if unsure, he quickly scrolled through his contacts, then looked up coldly.

"Are you so sure we'll never meet again? Or are you going there with the intention of never seeing each other again, Secretary Wen?"

I'm coming.

The pent-up atmospheric pressure, which had been building up all day, was finally about to unleash its fury.

"Mr. Lu, I'll send the link to your email."

She didn't want to talk to him at all, nor did she want any private interaction with Lu Chenyan. She just wanted him to give her instructions in person or in the work group chat.

They had already broken up when they were in Dali.

Lu Chenyan's face was terrifyingly dark, his eyes filled with icy coldness, and he slammed his phone down on the table with a bang.

Wen Jia trembled with fright at him.

The office was eerily quiet. Wen Jia felt as if she were in the eye of a storm, the air pressure so low that her heart felt like it was about to burst.

"President Lu, I'll rewrite the meeting minutes immediately."

All she wanted right now was to escape from here as quickly as possible.

She was afraid that Lu Chenyan would grab the folder next to him and smash it in her face at any moment. She had witnessed Lu Chenyan's strength before; he could carry 50 kilograms of equipment up a snow-covered mountain without even breaking a sweat.

Wen Jia practically fled the office.

My God, Lu Bapi must have bipolar disorder, be a complete psychopath, and have a split personality. He's bald before he's even thirty, overweight with a beer belly, his face is covered in pockmarks and nobody wants him. All his money is going down the drain, and he'll only be able to live under a bridge in the future, exposed to the elements, becoming a homeless nobody!

……

"Jiajia, it's lunchtime, let's go eat together."

Yimo couldn't bear to do it.

After all, before Wen Jia came back, she was the one who was abused every day. President Lu had a heavy workload and strict requirements, but at least he spoke kindly and never sweared.

Now President Lu has stopped torturing her and started torturing Wen Jia instead, even going so far as to increase the intensity of the abuse several times over.

In comparison, my past week doesn't seem so bad anymore.

They all saw Wen Jia rush out just now.

Lu Bapi is definitely cursing Wen Jia inside.

So pitiful.

"I have no appetite, you guys go ahead." Wen Jia's voice was nasal as her fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Then I'll bring you some."

Yi Mo didn't dare say anything more and quietly left with the others.

The office fell silent as Wen Jia's tears slammed onto the table.

She wiped it off quickly.

She joined the M Group after graduation, first in the marketing department and later transferred to the president's office. It took her three years to finally gain a foothold, and she won't give up so easily.

It's just meeting minutes!

She refused to believe she couldn't write something that would satisfy her.

Throughout the noon, she rewrote the meeting minutes no less than ten times. She printed them out, revised them by hand several times, and called the relevant departments several times to confirm the uncertain parts. This frightened several department leaders, who thought they had made some mistake and kept asking what other instructions President Lu had.

The marketing and public relations departments were particularly on edge.

Knowing that President Lu had issued an ultimatum, if the project wasn't secured within three days, everyone would likely lose their jobs.

Everyone in both departments was on edge, so much so that they couldn't even eat lunch. Some were writing proposals, while others were handling external communications, all working in a state of constant anxiety.

Lu Chenyan's office door remained tightly closed.

I was busy until 3 p.m. when I finally finalized the decision and clicked send.

Lu Chenyan replied to the email five minutes later, "Send it down."

Wen Jia discovered that a punctuation mark had been changed in the manuscript.

He's a total detail fanatic!

She turned back to eat the food Yimo had brought her, only to find it was already cold. Seeing everyone around her engrossed in their work, the only sounds in the entire office, besides the clatter of keyboards and the occasional laughter from the executives' offices, were utterly silent. She could only decide to endure it a little longer.

Just consider it a way to lose weight.

If all else fails, I can always treat myself to a nice meal after get off work.

Just as she was thinking this, she saw the president's chief secretary, Secretary Li, walk in from outside with a smile, carrying two large bags full of water, which she handed to Wen Jia.

"Afternoon tea, please distribute it to everyone. Mr. Lu is treating."