With great reluctance, Xu Yinsheng slipped in through the back door—more accurately, she jumped in through a backdoor arrangement—and landed directly as Zhao Yicheng’s personal secretary, responsible for his daily life and trivial matters, settling into a standard nine-to-six working life.
In the mornings, she rode in his car to work; at night, she rode back to the villa.
At first, the company staff looked at Xu Yinsheng with strange eyes when she stepped down from Zhao Yicheng’s car.
But over time, they gradually got used to it.
Xu Yinsheng wasn’t a heroine from a novel, wandering around the company all day, itching to find some careless employee just to show off and slap them in the face.
She mostly kept to herself in Zhao Yicheng’s office, napping when sleepy and playing games when awake—a pretty comfortable life.
As for the gossip and rumors, Xu Yinsheng thought, gossip might flare up for a moment but can’t last forever—let people talk!
Zhao Corporation Building, top-floor office.
Name, age, place of origin, and a large photo.
After many days, the new ID card was finally in her hands.
Looking at the brand-new card, Xu Yinsheng pouted slightly.
She put her legs down from the desk and carefully stowed the ID away.
Although she was still using a temporary alias, at least it was better than being undocumented.
The union card would take some more time.
According to Zhao Yicheng, they could grease some palms to speed up household registration matters, but the union card was a different story—after all, he was the boss, not a worker.
He might be able to bribe one or two people, but not a whole group.
Besides, having a union card came with many benefits.
Although 5% of monthly wages had to be paid as union dues, the union would support you when you ran into trouble, help fight lawsuits, and protect workers’ rights and welfare.
Xu Yinsheng recalled a joke she once saw on a forum.
Why do capitalists dare evade taxes and cook the books, playing tricks with the tax bureau, but never dare delay paying workers’ wages?
The top upvoted reply was:
Because the union really dares to draw its sword and confront the company president with pros and cons!
“Time to eat.”
Zhao Yicheng appeared from the elevator holding two lunch boxes, placing one in front of Xu Yinsheng and the other on the dining table.
His office had changed drastically.
It used to hang a Tai Chi diagram and looked like a retreat for elderly people to cultivate peace of mind.
Now, there were tables, chairs, sofas, vending machines, computers, and various entertainment devices—all prepared for Xu Yinsheng.
Although she was his personal secretary, Zhao Yicheng didn’t really expect her to be of much help.
When he asked her to organize files, she couldn’t tell how; when he told her to deliver a document, she didn’t know which floor or desk it belonged to.
She was good for nothing but eating!
Luckily, his real intention was to keep her close under the guise of a secretary, not to train her in any survival skills.
The entertainment devices in the office were also meant to keep her occupied so she wouldn’t bother him out of boredom during work.
“The food is pretty good today, especially the spicy shredded pork—it’s well marinated,” Xu Yinsheng said with satisfaction as she picked up her chopsticks.
“If you like it, eat more,” Zhao Yicheng smiled and helped himself to some spicy pork.
“Don’t feed me—I don’t want your saliva,” Xu Yinsheng said with slight disdain, pushing away the top layer of spicy pork and taking a few pieces of braised beef herself.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t mind and kept smiling.
“What’s the schedule for this afternoon?”
Xu Yinsheng ignored the man’s goofy smile.
“Two short meetings, some paperwork, then nothing else,” Zhao Yicheng answered honestly.
“Hm,” Xu Yinsheng nodded lightly.
“Xiao Yin, tomorrow’s Saturday again,” Zhao Yicheng shifted toward her, his gaze falling on her rear, his Adam’s apple bobbing as a flicker of heat appeared in his eyes.
“This time… should we use the succubus again?” he asked.
Xu Yinsheng gave him a deadpan look.
Ever since the last time on the island, when she had used her tail on Zhao Yicheng, he seemed addicted, always wanting to try the succubus mouthpiece during their bedroom activities.
“I think you need to take care of your kidneys,” she said seriously as she picked up a piece of stir-fried chive and put it in Zhao Yicheng’s bowl.
“A gentleman once said, ‘Among all evils, lust is the chief.’”
“It’s fine, I’m mentally ill,” Zhao Yicheng replied expressionlessly.
Xu Yinsheng: …
Damn, what kind of lust demon is this guy?
Believe me or not, I’ll squeeze you dry, inherit your fortune, use your money to woo my girlfriends, and every Qingming Festival, I’ll dance the Pure Land ritual on your grave just to piss you off!
She cursed silently in her heart.
But in the end, she still agreed.
There was no other choice; Zhao Yicheng was the one in charge in bed, and asking for her opinion was just procedural.
This involved their three rules.
Previously, to avoid getting dominated in bed, Xu Yinsheng had always used all sorts of excuses to dodge when it was time for “activities,” even using the worn-out “Aunt Flo is here” excuse.
Perhaps it was the result of too many lies, but one night, the pent-up Zhao Yicheng could no longer hold back and forcibly pinned her down on the bed…
Then, Xu Yinsheng changed forms seven times that night, and Zhao Yicheng earned the nickname “Seven-times Lang.”
They fell asleep in each other’s arms until noon the next day.
When they woke, the bed was a mess, wet and stained everywhere.
What annoyed Xu Yinsheng most was that they were still fused together.
Even after that, the bed and floor were replaced.
After that incident, Xu Yinsheng understood how strong men could be when pent-up for a long time!
Though reluctant, she agreed to the terms:
- Sexual activities could only happen at night and only on weekends.
- Both had to negotiate their forms in bed and keep it democratic.
- Zhao Yicheng must fulfill Xu Yinsheng’s demands: upgrading the computer setup, replacing the graphics card with a high-end one, a salary raise, etc.
After lunch, Zhao Yicheng lay back on the rosewood chair with his eyes closed, quietly taking a short nap.
Xu Yinsheng, full and content, yawned and stretched out on the sofa for a nap.
“I’m out, I’m out—time to have some fun.”
A slender emerald figure leapt out of Xu Yinsheng’s body, quickly merging into the wall, flying down the elevator shaft to the lower floors.
That figure was naturally Xu Yinsheng herself.
Why nap when she could be out seeking fun?
If it weren’t for some limits in her heart, she would have gone straight to the women’s bathhouse.
“Where to find fun today? Maybe a foot massage parlor to check out some pretty girls,” she pondered as she flew.
“Oh, right…”
Suddenly remembering something, a smile curved her lips.
“Got it!”
“Xinnuo, I’m coming~”
Xu Yinsheng sped along without attracting any attention.
She couldn’t have—thanks to the “Mirror Flower, Water Moon” effect, she had been through this building more than once and easily found Jin Xinnuo’s workstation.
But the desk was empty, the computer turned off.
Normally, at this time, she should be resting on her desk.
“Chen Jie, have you seen Minister Jin?” asked a freckled-faced intern submitting materials.
“You mean Jin Jie? She just took a phone call and rushed out in a hurry. Seems urgent,” Chen Jie answered.
“Out?”
Xu Yinsheng caught the keyword and didn’t hesitate.
She dashed out through the glass and appeared over twenty floors up.
At this height, an ordinary person would have weak legs and feel afraid, but Xu Yinsheng, practiced in flying, was used to it.
She swiftly descended to the ground and scanned the crowd, soon spotting her target.
Jin Xinnuo carried a small bag and hurried along.
At a street corner, she hailed a taxi, which drove off in a certain direction within half a minute.
Xu Yinsheng followed curiously.
Outside the window, the scenery rushed by.
Jin Xinnuo held her bag tight against her waist.
The bag bulged as if stuffed with many things.
She looked out the window, lost in thought.
About ten minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a dim alley.
Jin Xinnuo stepped out in high heels from the passenger side.
On both sides of the alley were rows of dilapidated houses.
Each roof was covered with gray tiles, the walls were mottled and worn, and the ground was filthy, strewn with garbage, some of it rotten, giving off a terrifying aura.
She checked her watch, confirming the time was right.
Glancing around carefully and seeing nothing unusual, she finally entered with a relieved expression.
“Where is she going?”
Xu Yinsheng’s emerald figure floated silently, but doubts already stirred in her mind:
So secretive—could the other party be here to sell business secrets?
But judging from what she knew, Jin Xinnuo didn’t seem like that kind of person.
Still, you can’t be sure—after all, you never know what’s in someone’s heart.
Even Zhao Yicheng, who had been like a brother to her for more than twenty years, secretly lusted after her, so a former girlfriend was even harder to predict.
Just as Xu Yinsheng prepared to follow, a sudden wet sensation spread over her lips.
Her chest felt a cold shiver as if someone was tearing at her top…
No, it wasn’t a feeling!
Xu Yinsheng looked down.
Her clothes across her chest were being roughly torn open by some mysterious force, instantly exposing two snow-white, tender mounds as if an invisible giant hand had grasped them…
The tingling sensation nearly made her faint.
Not good!
Xu Yinsheng’s expression changed drastically.
Someone was touching her body!!