Today is the 25th anniversary celebration of Ji Family. As the current secretary to President Ji Rui, Le Tong has been dutifully accompanying him all night.
Le Tong sharply noticed that after President Ji finished his speech on stage, he seemed to be in a good mood. Usually, he has a stony face, but today, it seemed to lighten up a bit, with a hint of cheer at the corners of his eyes.
If the president is in a good mood, naturally, Le Tong's mood lifts too.
But quickly, she realized she was happy too soon.
Her luck seemed a bit rotten today. First, she was cornered by several female executives who loved calling to pry about President Ji's whereabouts, hobbies, or even his birthdate, and made to drink a lot. Then, the usually gentlemanly president inexplicably insisted that she shield him from more drinking.
Le Tong glanced surreptitiously at the president, who still exuded an icy aura despite the busy atmosphere, thinking to herself, "Does being a president make you great?! Why don't you have any sympathy?!"
While cursing inwardly, she still had to pretend to be meek and obedient, drinking one awful glass after another.
Sigh... well, he is indeed formidable; after all, he's the source of her livelihood, and she's just the tirelessly diligent little secretary!
Le Tong sighed inwardly again. Biting off more than she could chew against the big boss; she was not even comparable to his little finger!
Initially grumbling, Le Tong, following Ji Rui, realized complaints were useless. With a "bring it on" attitude, she boldly accepted any drink offers for President Ji. Clinking glasses energetically, she gulped down each drink with bravado!
When she started feeling dizzy, as she lifted her head to drink, her mind blared with the voice of a rugged man howling loudly, "… Drink our wine, you'll breathe freely without coughing… Drink our wine, one person can face dangers courageously…"
Thus, with this lively, upbeat rhythm, Le Tong, the heroine, couldn't hold back, charging forward all night until she finally dramatically collapsed into the arms of the cold-faced president!
Her last memory from the night was falling onto something as hard as an iron board. She seemed to petulantly pound her fists on the hard but slightly warm object, complaining, "What kind of lousy bed is this… So hard… It's killing me…"
Then, her memory dramatically faded away into endless darkness…
The next day, Le Tong opened her eyes in confusion, raising a hand to block the glaring light.
"Awake?"
A familiar voice slipped into Le Tong's ears, different from its usual coldness, today carrying an inexplicable hint of amusement.
With her head a bit dizzy and aching, Le Tong remained in a half-dazed state.
She turned her head slightly and saw the otherwise suit-clad man casually sitting on the window sill. His upper body still in a white shirt as usual, but the buttons were fully undone, revealing a tanned, firm chest, lower body in black slacks, one leg propped on the sill, the other dangling barefoot on the floor...
"President!"
Le Tong was startled. How did she end up in the same room with President Ji, and why had her clear voice turned into a broken gong-like sound?
Le Tong frowned, propping herself up, "How did I end up here?"
Before she could get an answer, she felt a chill in front of her. Looking down, she exclaimed, "Ah!!"
Le Tong quickly yanked the blanket that had slipped to her waist, covering her bare body.
Only then did she realize her whole body felt like it had been run over by a truck, excruciatingly sore, and looking down, there were many suspicious red marks on her body!
"President, what's happened to me?"
Looking at Ji Rui, usually icy cold but now incredibly alluring, she hoped he would tell her she'd been run over by a car or maybe it was just a dream.
"You crushed me!"
Ji Rui said blandly, standing up abruptly, his tall figure blocking much of the window light, his handsome features hidden in shadow, expression indiscernible.
"Eh?!"
Le Tong's mind was still somewhat foggy. She crushed him?
How could that be?
She's a woman, after all!
Even if she's not a seasoned fan, she knew 'crush' typically referred to something one does to a submissive. How could she crush him? Thinking of this, Le Tong blushed slightly.
"What do you mean 'eh'? Wasn't it you, the infatuated secretary, who crushed me, a dignified president? Or was it possible that I, a dignified president, crushed you, a humble secretary?"
Ji Rui said, leaning over, propping a hand on the bed, lifting her chin with the other. His slightly green, wolf-like eyes scrutinized her fiercely.
"Possible? Worth it?"
Ji Rui flicked her chin away with a hand.
Straightening up, he seriously flicked the two fingers that had lifted her chin as if they were stained with something distasteful.
Le Tong furrowed her brow, staring at him in a daze.
Ji Rui blew on his fingers twice, then slightly tilting his head, lowered his eyes, elegantly buttoning up his shirt from bottom to top.
Le Tong noticed the usually severe and cold president had longer, darker lashes than even some girls.
Ji Rui bent an arm to fasten his cuff, eyes meeting Le Tong's astonished gaze.
"Forget it!"
Ice-cold gaze swept across her face; both his tone and gaze lacked any warmth.
"Eh?"
Ji Rui no longer looked at her; he stretched his long arm, pulling the coat draped over a chair, turned around, and quickly walked towards the door, which soon clicked shut behind him.
It took Le Tong several seconds to realize he was telling her to forget about last night?
Le Tong's memory slowly returned. Last night was the company's anniversary celebration. She, a poor little secretary, had been used as a shield by President Ji, and finally, though renowned for her high tolerance, she spectacularly drank herself to the ground!
After that, her memory cut off at the point where she hit that hard object! Could it be that the hard, board-like object was actually President Ji's broad, accommodating chest?!
Hugging the blanket, Le Tong sat on the bed, racking her brains until she somewhat believed President Ji's words: maybe, probably, possibly she really did crush President Ji!
Over the past half year, she had played the meek sheep so much, always putting on a cool, indifferent facade in front of the handsome, dashing, wealthy President Ji.
In truth, although she appeared soft, inside she was very much a fangirling secretary who loved to admire handsome guys and secretly mock the gossip of wealthy socialites!
They say too much restraint leads to the opposite effect. Her true nature had been suppressed too long; last night, it was unleashed by alcohol, and her inner heroine was liberated to the fullest extent, making it unsurprising she crushed someone as well-regarded as President Ji, who seemed like a monk with high moral standing (or maybe a grass?).