Chapter 32: Xun Sheng's Secretary

Xun Mo tilted her head, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"How dare you hit me! My parents never hit me, so why do you hit me?!"

Xia Cheng frowned slightly and showed the marks on her palm again.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just wanted to help you swat away the mosquitoes. After all, your face is so tender, and a mosquito bite would definitely swell up~"

"Then why did you secretly put your hand behind my back?!"

"I'm calling you, otherwise how would you turn around?" Xia Cheng hooked her arm around Xun Mo's shoulders and gently and carefully tucked her hair behind her ears. "Momo, you seem very excited. No, you're scared. Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Xun Mo gritted her teeth and didn't answer.

Xun Mo saw Xun Sheng passing by out of the corner of her eye and wanted to grab him, but was subdued by Xia Cheng.

Xia Cheng laughed "hahaha" in an attempt to hide his laughter, pressed his face close to Xun Mo's face, and threatened in a low voice.

"Let's go to the dining table together. I want to hug you tightly. If you make any sound, I will..."

Xia Cheng placed his fingers on the soft flesh around Xun Mo's waist and pinched it hard.

This alone wasn't enough to relieve her anger from falling down the stairs, but it was enough for now.

Tears welled up in Xun Mo's eyes. She was the treasured daughter of her parents. She was not as strong as Xia Cheng. She only felt humiliated and wronged. However, her parents had passed away early, and now only Xun Sheng could give her justice.

Xun Mo was pulled downstairs by Xia Cheng and forced to sit next to Xia Cheng. She looked at Xun Sheng with eager eyes.

Xun Sheng sat at the dining table, not paying any attention to their little quarrels.

She could only try to tug at Xun Sheng's feet, but Xun Sheng, thinking it was Xia Cheng, froze and his face darkened. He put down his chopsticks, not even finishing his juice, and said, "Go to the company by yourself."

Seeing Xun Sheng leave like this, Xun Mo could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

Xia Cheng was not worried at all that Xun Mo would say it out loud. She picked up the bread and stuffed it into Xun Mo's mouth to block the unpleasant wails, then shouted towards the kitchen:

"Auntie, Momo doesn't like today's breakfast and she's crying. Please prepare something she likes."

After saying this, without waiting for Xun Mo to refute, she hugged Xun Mo again.

"If you dare tell anyone, I'll tell my parents what you did to my crutch."

Xun Mo's face changed. She spit out the bread and prepared to ask in detail, but Xia Cheng had already walked away with a twist of her waist, and was smiling and greeting Xiao Lai who was standing at the door.

Dressed up gorgeously.

Xun Mo thought of these words.

Xiao Lai looked straight at Xun Mo. Xun Mo had never been so embarrassed before, with her face covered with bread crumbs and tears.

She wiped it off angrily with a tissue and yelled Xia Cheng's name, but Xiao Lai came over and asked:

"Did you have a fight with the eldest lady?"

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Xun Sheng drove away by himself, and the driver took Xia Cheng to the company. The intern who was working with her at the same time as her had already started working a month ago, so everyone knew without a doubt that she was a relative.

Xia Cheng contacted Xun Sheng's secretary Wei Paijin last night and found out that Wei Paijin was not a secretary at all, but an administrative officer of Xun Sheng's administrative team.

The administrative team includes assistants, secretaries, and other specialists.

Xia Cheng's job is to be the secretary's assistant.

After entering the company, Xia Cheng first met Wei Pai Jin, a tall and thin man wearing glasses. Probably knowing Xia Cheng's identity, he behaved very friendly.

He told Xia Cheng that the secretary was mainly responsible for the CEO's schedule and documents. The current secretary was called Han Wenya, who had been with Xun Sheng for several years. They all knew each other when Xun Sheng first joined the company.

Xia Cheng keenly noticed the word "follow". You know, when rich people fall in love, it is not called being together. They are inherently arrogant and wealthy, and are used to looking down on women and treating them as their accessories.

The word "follow" is very subtle, so Xia Cheng asked directly. She needed to make sure that Xun Sheng had no lover and she had no interest in being a mistress.

"Excuse me, is Han Wenya your girlfriend? Or...does she like you, or does you like her?"

Wei Paijin was stunned. He just thought that Xun Sheng and Xia Cheng had talked about it. He scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"I can't say much about other people's affairs. Mr. Xun and Wen Ya are probably not together, but as far as I know, Mr. Xun often brings Wen Ya to his drinking parties, and Wen Ya probably likes Mr. Xun."

"Does anyone else know that I'm Xun Sheng's sister?"

"No one knows except me. Oh, and from what Mr. Xun said, let me ask you if you need to tell others."

"No need." Xia Cheng refused because Wei Paijin was obviously the manager of the administrative team and the one who really had the say. It didn't matter whether others knew it or not.

And she needs to investigate the true relationship between Xun Sheng and Han Wenya as a bystander.

"Okay, then I'll take you up there."

"Thank you, I'm not sure what to call you."

"Don't be so polite. Why don't you just call me Brother Jin like everyone else? I'm one year younger than Mr. Xun, so I should be quite a bit older than you."

The two chatted as they walked. Xun Sheng's office was on the 18th floor, and the administrative team was also on the 18th floor, but it was divided into two office areas with dedicated elevators.

On the eighteenth floor, except for Xun Sheng who has a dedicated office, everyone else shares a public office area. However, the individual seats are obviously much larger than those downstairs, and can accommodate a double bed.

This was not Xia Cheng's estimate, but something Xia Cheng saw with her own eyes. A Simmons mattress was quietly placed on the ground, and a large man was lying on it, snoring softly, his body sunken.

"This..." she was surprised.

"This is Xu Yi. He worked overtime last night and slept in the company. It's not time to go to work yet, so let him sleep in for a while."

“The sleep quality is really good.”

Xia Cheng walked around him, her high heels hitting the tile floor. The air conditioning on the 18th floor was turned on very high, and her knees felt cold after standing there for a while.

Wei Paijin clapped his hands and everyone looked over.

"This is a new colleague. She will be working as a secretary with Wenya from now on. Wenya, divide the work into sections, separate the schedule and documents, and each of you will be responsible for one section."

Han Wenya paused in her typing, then stood up, crossed her arms reluctantly, and looked at Xia Cheng openly.

"I've been doing this for so many years, I'm not very good at separating the work. I see Xu Yi is busy with work, so let her work with Xu Yi."

"Ah, someone is calling me. Is it Mr. Xun?" Xu Yi woke up from the mattress, rubbing his eyes. After yawning, he saw Xia Cheng and his eyes widened.

"This... this person is..."

"Here's a new assistant that President Wei has hired for you." Han Wenya spoke first.

"Can I have an assistant too? That would be great, I've already been working overtime."

"Wenya." Wei Paijin frowned. He could naturally hear Han Wenya's refusal. Even if he didn't know that this was Mr. Xun's family, refusing to accept it in public was also a lack of face for him.

As the manager of the entire administrative team, he politely rejected Han Wenya's refusal in public.

"Xia Cheng, please introduce yourself to everyone."

Xia Cheng took a deep breath and glanced at Han Wenya. They were both looking at each other, one cautiously, the other openly.