Chapter 7 It's Impossible to Fall in Love with Her

Jiang Jibai dreamed of Gu Moyang again at night.

She forgot what they were doing in the dream, but she vaguely remembered him.

Damn it, why does it always haunt me?

Because he didn't sleep well the night before, Jiang Jibai woke up a little late.

Her daily routine is the same as that of thousands of office workers in this city. She goes out to the convenience store to buy breakfast on time, catches the 8:30 subway on time, and starts her brain completely for the new day during the crowded morning rush hour.

I got up late today and missed the usual subway. When I arrived at the company, I was five minutes late and almost late.

Jiang Jibai calmed down from almost being late and sat back at his workstation silently.

As soon as my butt touched the stool, a pile of project documents were placed on the desk.

Project leader Zheng Qianqian glanced at her expressionlessly, her tone like a leader giving orders to a subordinate, "These drawings need to be produced today. Hurry up! If you don't submit them, you won't be able to leave work today."

After saying this, she walked away proudly with her head held high.

The other three colleagues in their group were chatting with Zheng Qianqian.

Their project team, including team leader Zheng Qianqian, consists of five people in total, and they are responsible for the illustration part of graphic design in the company.

There is only one boy named Zheng Yuan, and the other two girls are named Ma Lin and Zhu Zihan.

The three of them are good at flattery.

Especially Zheng Yuan, to put it bluntly, he is a licker.

Zheng Yuan: "Sister Qianqian, I brought you coffee today. You must have been very busy these past two days with so many manuscripts. Don't get too tired and take care of yourself."

Jiang Jibai flipped open the project book on the table and cursed in his heart. She was left to do all the work alone. She was so tired! The most tiring thing for Zheng Qianqian at the company was probably the few steps from the office to make coffee.

Ma Lin: "Sister, you look so beautiful and elegant today. This lipstick really suits you. It makes my heart flutter.

Zhu Zihan: "Yeah, I thought some fairy from heaven had fallen into the mortal world."

Zheng Qianqian is a 35-year-old divorced woman with a child. She has thick lips. Jiang Jibai really wants to vomit...

Zheng Qianqian was so flattered that she couldn't stop smiling. She took the coffee and said, "Thank you. You guys work hard and remember to finish the draft I gave you yesterday."

Jiang Jibai doesn't know how to please others, and she doesn't care about that. She can't say those insincere words to please others.

She was the one who was treated differently and isolated in this group.

Jiang Jibai has the most work to do, and she is the one who revise the drafts.

The manuscripts that Zheng Yuan and the other two people failed to pass were thrown to her for her to revise.

She hated revising manuscripts the most. Her own manuscripts were all passed in one draft, but after finishing the drawing, she still had to help those others revise their crappy drafts.

After finishing his breakfast, Jiang Jibai started drawing on his computer.

Ma Lin asked Zhu Zihan: "Did you finish your drawing yesterday?"

Zhu Zihan: "No. I got tired from scrolling through my phone yesterday, so I didn't draw until I got off work."

Zheng Yuan: “I didn’t draw either.”

Ma Lin glanced at him and said, "I didn't ask you. Sister Qian won't fire you whether you draw or not. You have privileges."

Zheng Yuan smiled.

Ma Lin said to Zhu Zihan, "I'm relieved to hear that you didn't draw either."

Zhu Zihan: "Why rush? Just draw casually. There are people to help us edit the pictures anyway."

Ma Lin asked, "Will our commission be deducted if her manuscript passes through her hands? Will it be hers?"

Zhu Zihan: "No, I asked Sister Qian last time. We are the original authors and she just revised the manuscript. The commission will still be ours after the work is done."

Ma Lin: "That's awesome."

Jiang Jibai clenched the capacitive stylus in his hand, pressed the tip of the stylus down heavily on the drawing board, and a black dot appeared on the screen, getting bigger and bigger.

The year she graduated, almost no company wanted her because of her mother.

Later, she moved to several companies and came to her current company. This company was impressed by Jiang Jibai's abilities and kept her.

When I first came, the team leader was not Zheng Qianqian, and I got along well with my colleagues.

Gradually, they discovered that Jiang Jibai was not the same kind of person as them, and birds of a feather flock together, so they began to isolate and target her.

Later, a new team leader took over, and Jiang Jibai's situation became even more difficult.

Jiang Jibai slowly let go of the capacitive stylus and continued drawing. In order to survive, she had to grit her teeth and persevere.

Who knows if the situation will get worse if she changes to another company? The workplace is the same all the time, and she is not good at it.

Zheng Yuan didn't sit in front of the computer for long before running to Zheng Qianqian's office.

The two of them would stay in the office for at least an hour.

The excuse is to help Sister Qian with some chores.

Zheng Yuan always comes out first, and sometimes Zheng Qianqian's lipstick color will be a shade lighter when she comes out.

Doing odd jobs with your mouth? Maybe you forgot to put on lipstick after doing that.

Jiang Jibai doesn't care about these things, he just feels disgusted.

Jiang Jibai would take a five-minute break every hour to adjust the soreness in his shoulders and neck.

She had almost no normal communication with several other colleagues. During breaks, she would massage her shoulders and neck and close her eyes to rest.

Ma Lin and Zhu Zihan were chatting about gossip.

Ma Lin: "I have a high school classmate who is a student at Jinghuai University. She attended the alumni meeting of Jinghuai University a few days ago. She said that Gu Moyang, who came back from abroad, is very handsome."

Zhu Zihan: "Is that Gu Moyang who became famous on Wall Street?"

Ma Lin: "Yeah, my classmate said he's super handsome. He even took a picture of him. Don't you think he's really handsome? I heard that half of the women at the alumni reunion went there just to see him."

Zhu Zihan: "Wow! He's so handsome and rich. Is he single?"

Ma Lin: "I don't know about that, but I heard from my classmate that he had a relationship in college with the most beautiful girl in their school's art department. She must have been so happy to be in a relationship with such a handsome guy. I envy her so much."

Jiang Jibai made a self-deprecating smile. That brief sweetness was insignificant compared to the harm he brought her.

Far from being happy, it almost cost her her life.

Zhu Zihan gave Ma Lin a look and said, "Isn't she from the Art Department of Jinghuai University?"

Ma Lin was disdainful: "Just because of her? How could Gu Moyang possibly be interested in her? She looks so poor, wears cheap clothes, squeezes into the subway to go to work every day, and eats the sandwich she bought from the convenience store for lunch. I would rather believe that Gu Moyang is dating me."

Jiang Jibai's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Moving on from the past begins with refusing internal friction.

She turned her chair so that it was facing them.

Ma Lin and Zhu Zihan probably didn't expect her to be like this, and they looked at her in surprise.

"You're rich? You're wearing fake goods from head to toe. Don't think I can't see it. Why are you pretending? You're a fake green tea pretending to be real green tea, but you're the real green tea!"

"How do you know Gu Moyang doesn't like me? I'm so much more beautiful than you guys. Take out the magic mirror and look at yourself first. What a weirdo you are! Ugly!"

"Also." Jiang Jibai slammed a few manuscripts that needed revision on their desks. "You guys, these crappy drawings, have to revise them yourselves. How dare you say you learned to paint when you can draw like this? I could print a plum blossom better with a dog I pulled from the street. Stop making my desk look so stinky!"