On the first day of official work, Shen Jia Nian was not assigned anything, but she was not idle either. She read the "Notes" sent to her by Zhu Yilan over and over again, almost to the point of memorizing them by heart.
When it was time to get off work, Shen Jianian looked at the others. Some were busy, while others were packing their things and preparing to leave. She didn't need to work overtime, so she naturally clocked in at the appointed time and followed her colleagues out of the office.
The elevator was going down, and Shen Jianian could feel the inquiring eyes of several colleagues who came in together.
Throughout the day, they showered her with curious and probing glances from time to time, and she was used to it.
On the first floor, the elevator door slowly opened. Shen Jia Nian tried his best to ignore them and stepped out.
The phone in the palm of my hand buzzed and vibrated twice, and a new message popped up.
Fu Jichen: "Not down yet?"
Shen Jianian's expression was blank for a moment. She didn't know when she added this person's WeChat account. After reading the message, she looked up across the hall and saw the black Maybach she had been sitting in that morning parked outside the clear glass door.
Fu Jichen is waiting for her in the car?
Realizing this, Shen Jia Nian clenched his phone and walked out quickly.
Qu Mo saw her coming in the car and was about to get out of the car to help open the door, but unfortunately he didn't have time. She moved very quickly and trotted to the car in the blink of an eye. Just like in the morning, she went directly around to the passenger seat.
Shen Jia Nian failed to open the car door. He was a little confused and didn't think much about it. He used a little more force on his hand but still couldn't open it.
Of course she didn't know that Qu Mo locked the car door handle the moment her hand touched it.
The man sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed opened his eyes and lowered half of the window: "Come here."
Shen Jia Nian realized belatedly that the front door was locked. No wonder she couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried. In desperation, she could only sit in the back seat next to Fu Jichen.
She stayed as close to the car door as possible to put some distance between herself and him.
Fu Jichen caught her small actions in his eyes, snorted in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "It's your first day at work, how are you getting used to it?"
"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your concern. I'm fine." Shen Jianian had a serious expression, as if he were an assistant to the president. He had a set of standard business rules firmly in mind and strictly implemented them.
Qu Mo was a person who never joked, but she made her laugh twice today, once in the morning and once now.
Sure enough, he saw the boss in the rearview mirror raising his hand and pressing his eyebrows, and said to Shen Jianian speechlessly: "You don't need to call me Mr. Chen in private."
Shen Jia Nian pursed his lips and said nothing.
The car started and drove away from Dongke's office building. Several people peeping from the door came out and stared at the direction of the president's exclusive car leaving, and couldn't help but sigh.
"My dear, what's the origin of that person named Shen Jianian? Taking the CEO's car to get off work? It's like acting in a TV series."
"Who says it's not the case? Just pinch me and wake me up."
"It has something to do with the president. No wonder he can parachute into our secretary's office."
"You think... could it be the canary raised by the CEO? She puts it in front of her eyes for easy viewing every day. To be honest, her face is really beautiful. I peeked at it many times today. I never dreamed of it. Beauty beyond imagination.”
Several people were members of the secretarial office. They went to have dinner together after get off work. They accidentally bumped into this scene. After being shocked, they ignited the flames of gossip and exchanged information with several other colleagues who could not witness it in the group.
Someone, Aite Zhu Yilan, asked her about Shen Jiannian.
Zhu Yilan never replied.
They can understand that Secretary Zhu is a popular person in front of the president. She manages everything big and small in an orderly manner, which requires a lot of extra energy. It is normal to have no time to read group messages.
*
The next day, the topic about Shen Jia Nian continued to linger in the Secretariat Office.
They didn't dare to inquire in front of Shen Jianian, so they took the opportunity to get close to Zhu Yilan, thinking that she must know the inside story.
Seeing Zhu Yilan go to the tea room, several people encouraged one of their colleagues who had a good relationship with Zhu Yilan with their eyes. The person who was encouraged secretly cheered himself up and followed him up.
"Secretary Zhu, let's make some coffee." Yao Qi showed a pleasant smile.
Zhu Yilan glanced at her and smiled coldly. Isn't this an obvious thing?
"Tell me if you have anything to say." Zhu Yilan tore open the hanging coffee, placed it on the rim of the cup, picked up a pot of boiling water and poured it into it. The rich coffee dripped through the filter paper into the cup, and the fragrance spread in the tea room.
"Tell us the truth. What is the relationship between Shen Jia Nian and us? Relatives? Lovers?"
Zhu Yilan paused, the spout of the pot tilted, and the water spilled out and splashed onto the island.
She put down the teapot and wiped the water stains on the countertop with a towel. In the process, her face cooled down little by little, and her voice was even less warm: "You have time to ask about this, don't you?"
"No, no, I'll get to work right away."
Seeing that she seemed angry, Yao Qi dared to ask questions. She felt so regretful that she wanted to hit the wall. She shouldn't have listened to their advice and followed her to inquire when her head was hot. She seemed to have forgotten that Zhu Yilan was different from them. She had always been serious about words.
After the people left, Zhu Yilan stayed alone in the tea room, picked up the brewed coffee, poured it all into the pool without drinking a sip, and turned around to go out.
"Shen Jianian, come here." She called out coldly.
Shen Jia Nian did not dare to neglect, and immediately suspended the paperwork at hand and went to Zhu Yilan's office.
She wore a professional suit according to the dress code today, a light blue shirt with a white skirt, flesh-colored stockings covering her slender straight legs, and a pair of five-centimeter high heels.
The solid-color shirt is embellished with some polarized embroidered bamboo branches, which is inconspicuous, but looks delicate, fresh and elegant.
Shen Jia Nian is good-looking, with a face that is cool and beautiful at the same time, with clear and smart eyes, a beautiful nose and mouth, and a thin application of pink and white. It is not an exaggeration to say that she "turns all living beings upside down".
Even professional-style clothes look like fashion when she wears them.
As a woman, it's hard to say that you don't envy such an outstanding face.
Zhu Yilan withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and handed her a document. His tone was calm and steady: "After review, take it to the president for signature."
"Audit?" Shen Jia Nian suspected that he heard wrongly.
"Any questions?"
Zhu Yilan sat and looked up at the person in front of the desk, releasing a powerful momentum invisibly.
Shen Jianian took a deep breath. She had learned nothing when she first arrived and didn't know how to review. Looking at Zhu Yilan's cold face, she had to endure her rejection and said, "I'll take a look first."
Zhu Yilan frowned slightly, not satisfied with her answer: "The president will see this document in half an hour."
"OK."
Shen Jianian returned to her work station with the document and opened it to read the contents. A large amount of densely packed data danced hand in hand in front of her eyes, which made her head feel big.
Mathematics has been her weakness since school. When she was in high school, Pei Che taught her math step by step. Because her brain was slow, she often couldn't react. Pei Che was so angry that he had to compromise and help her. Get your homework done...
Pei Che, why did she think of Pei Che again?
Shen Jianian pursed her lips tightly, removed the person's face and figure from her mind, and concentrated on checking the data in the file, calculating based on her own understanding.
Half an hour passed by in a flash. Shen Jia Nian didn't find anything wrong, so he closed the folder and went to the president's office.
*
"Mr. Chen."
Two crisp knocks on the door accompanied by a familiar female voice sounded outside the office. Fu Jichen had just signed a contract, capped his pen, and whispered: "Come in."
Shen Jianian held the folder in one hand and pressed it to his chest. He stretched out his hand to push open the glass door, gathered his attention, and looked at the man sitting behind the large desk: "There is a document here that needs your signature."
Fu Jichen looked directly at her with his black eyes. He paused slightly when his eyes fell on her calves wrapped in stockings. The next second, he shifted his gaze as if nothing had happened. He picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. The raised rim of the cup concealed his growing darkness. Eye color.
This morning he went out to do errands, leaving half an hour earlier than her, so he didn't see her dressed like this.
"Leave it alone." Fu Jichen's voice was slightly deeper and he stared at her for a moment.
It was not that Shen Jia Nian didn't feel that straight and scorching gaze, and he had the illusion that he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. She suppressed her discomfort, leaned over slightly, and placed the folder in her hand on the table in front of him.
Fu Jichen opened the folder and scanned it ten lines at a time. When he reached a piece of data on the last page, his eyes narrowed and his voice contained no emotion: "Have you reviewed this document?"
The man raised a pair of deep, dark eyes, which were so cold that Shen Jia Nian's heart skipped a beat, suspecting that something was wrong with him.
She didn't want to shirk responsibility and admitted, "Yeah." Hesitantly asked, "Is there something wrong?"
Fu Jichen crossed his slender white fingers on the document, glanced at Shen Jianian's slightly nervous face, and said concisely: "Go back first and ask Zhu Yilan to come over."
He didn't believe that Zhu Yilan didn't notice such a mistake. She was out of her mind and dared to play tricks in front of him.
