This is the lively Secretary Lin

Lin Yu'an sometimes feels that the world is very divided.

At night, he is the super popular female anchor "An Xiaomiao", free and happy.

But during the day, he lived like an ant, and could be stepped on to death by his immediate boss Gu Lin at any time.

now.

Lin Yu'an stood in front of the desk with his hands hanging down, his back straight, like a plant wilted by frost but still holding on.

The air was filled with the bitter aroma of coffee and the cold, oppressive feeling of Gu Lin, like a mixture of cedar and metal.

"This contract," Gu Lin's voice was calm, his fingertips pointing at the spread-out document.

"The wording of Article 7 of the Supplementary Agreement is not rigorous enough. Redraft it to clearly define the scope of force majeure and have it on my desk before 2:00 PM."

He didn't even look up, his eyes focused on another thick report, as if he was judging a trivial matter.

Lin Yu'an's Adam's apple rolled and he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

It was this kind of unquestionable order that precisely squeezed his already limited lunch break time.

After chatting with the mysterious "L" last night, I stayed up late to revise a report until two in the morning. Now my eyelids feel heavy as if they were hung with lead.

He suppressed the fatigue and a subtle irritation that was surging in his heart.

He replied in a low voice: "Yes, Mr. Gu."

The voice is dry.

He picked up the contract that was pointed out to be "not rigorous enough" and turned away.

The heavy door closed behind him, blocking out the powerful and cold aura.

Lin Yu'an leaned against the cold wall of the corridor, closed his eyes, and let out a long, silent breath.

He dragged his heavy feet back to his workstation, and just as he sat down, his cell phone vibrated very slightly in his pocket.

It’s not the message notification tone of the work group.

Lin Yu'an's heart skipped a beat, and a strange premonition made him quickly take out his phone and unlock it.

Sure enough, it was the dialog box with the blue sports car avatar on it.

L: Good morning.

Sent time: 8:59.

A simple word is like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Lin Yu'an looked at the word "morning", shook his head, switched to "An Xiaomiao" mode, and tapped the screen quickly with his fingertips.

An Xiao Miao: [Good morning, Mr. L! ()]

An Xiao Miao: [Today is also a very energetic day (not really)! [Kitten stretching and yawning emoji]]

After he sent it, he stared at the screen and waited for a few seconds.

The other party's status showed "Typing...", and the three small dots flickered for a while before a new message slowly popped up.

L: [Full of energy?]

L: [Sounds good.]

L: [[Sun emoji]]

Lin Yu'an almost laughed out loud at this dry and meaningless reply.

This wealthy man really doesn't know how to chat!

He feels more like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties who follows the rules.

An Xiao Miao: [Pfft, Mr. L, your 'good' sounds forced! [Kitten covering mouth and laughing emoji]]

An Xiao Miao: [Meow meow, I'm not feeling energetic today! I stayed up all night working on a project until my head went bald, and this morning I was overwhelmed by... ahem, some trivial things again! I feel like my soul is floating out of my head! [Kitten soul-out emoji]]

L: [Out-of-body experience?]

L: [[Confused expression]]

L: [Need...coffee?]

Lin Yu'an looked at the word "coffee" and instantly thought of Gu Lin's strange words "The coffee is too hot, change to warm water or tea", and he felt unwell again.

He shook off this strange association and decided to take the initiative to guide the conversation.

If we rely on Brother "L" to find topics to talk about, the conversation will probably last forever.

An Xiao Miao: [I've already had my coffee! Even though it feels like slurry, I'm still relying on willpower to keep it down! [Kitten pinching nose and swallowing medicine emoji]]

An Xiao Miao: [Mr. L, what do you usually do in the morning? Are you like those elite bosses on TV, waking up at 6 a.m. for a run, then eating a nutritious breakfast while watching global economic news? [Kitten with starry eyes and curiosity emoji]]

He was simply making small talk, trying to get the taciturn financial sponsor to say a few more words.

This time, the "Typing..." prompt flashed longer.

Lin Yu'an could almost imagine that on the other side of the screen, a man in a suit and tie with a strong aura was probably frowning and thinking hard in front of the screen of his mobile phone, trying to organize a sentence that would not reveal his identity but would connect the conversation.

Finally, the news came:

L: [Almost.]

L: [Processing emails.]

L: [Meeting.]

L: [Read the report.]

Sure enough... the boring daily life of elite bosses.

Lin Yu'an curled his lips, but thinking of the huge warship reward from the other party, he still tried to calm down.

An Xiao Miao: [Wow! This is indeed the boss's daily routine! Sounds amazing! [Kitten applauding and adoring emoji]]

An Xiao Miao: [What about lunch? Do you have a private chef prepare a Michelin-grade meal? [Kitten drooling emoji]]

L: There is a cafeteria.

L: [Or...special assistant to order food.]

L: [[Briefly describe the business set meal that I usually eat]]

An Xiao Miao: [Huh? The cafeteria? Mr. L, a powerful figure like you also eats in the cafeteria? That feels so down-to-earth! [Kitten covering mouth in surprise emoji]]

An Xiao Miao: [But ordering food from a special assistant sounds really classy! It's definitely better than the convenience store sandwich that Miao Miao munched on! [Picture of a pitiful kitten chewing on bread emoji]]

Lin Yu'an found the conversation more and more interesting.

He found that although "L" replied slowly and in few words, he actually answered every question and was extremely serious, as if he was completing an important information reporting task.

His chatterbox opened up completely.

He began to vividly describe the "miserable situation" of himself squeezing into the subway in the morning, which of course was artistically processed.

He complained that convenience store sandwiches were getting worse and worse, and even complained about the melodramatic TV series he had watched recently.

He no longer waited for "L"'s reply, but instead chattered on and on as if he was talking to a safe tree hole.

Messages were sent out one after another, and the texts were filled with the exaggerated tone unique to "An Xiao Miao" and a rich bombardment of emoticons.

Gu Lin, on the other side of the phone screen, was currently sitting behind his large desk, which symbolized absolute power.

Gu Lin did not immediately start the next task.

He leaned back in his chair, and with his bony fingers he picked up his personal mobile phone placed on the corner of the table - the new WeChat account with the blue sports car avatar.

The screen was flooded with messages from "An Xiaomiao".

One after another, with tildes, emoticons and all kinds of vivid cat emojis.

Like a warm and noisy miniature storm, it instantly dispelled the cold smell of gunpowder lingering in the office.

Gu Lin clicked on them one by one.

When he saw the exaggerated description of "being squeezed into a paper man in the subway", he seemed to see Lin Yu'an wearing a slightly loose suit, trying to keep his body steady in the morning rush hour crowd, with a slightly frown on his face.

It strangely overlapped with the [kitten being squashed emoticon] on his screen at the moment.

A faint smile flashed across his deep eyes.

Seeing that the "convenience store sandwich was hard to swallow", he subconsciously glanced at the exquisitely presented business lunch that the assistant had just brought in, and frowned slightly.

When he saw the complaints about melodramatic TV dramas, he could even imagine Lin Yu'an curled up on the sofa, sometimes angry and sometimes grinning foolishly at the screen, which was completely different from the cautious secretary image during the day.

Gu Lin had never had such an experience before.

His world is filled with precise data, complex games, cold instructions and necessary distance.

No one had ever shared these trivial, mundane details of daily life in front of him so relaxedly, or even so "unbridled".

There is no awe, no calculation, only a complete, slightly silly trust and desire to share.

This feeling... is wonderful.

Like a beam of warm, furry light, it suddenly shone into his heavily walled world.

Those nagging words and jumping emoticons, with a strange magic, slowly soothed his nerves that had been tense all morning.

An indescribable, almost soothing feeling of pleasure, like warm spring water, silently soaked into his cold heart.

He likes this feeling.

Like it very much.

He even forgot to reply, and just read it intently, one line at a time, as if he was studying an extremely valuable report. The almost non-existent curve at the corner of his mouth seemed to deepen a little.

For the first time, he felt that watching people talk could be so...relaxing and enjoyable.

Until "An Xiao Miao" seemed to be tired of talking, or finally remembered to get down to business, and sent a message:

An Xiao Miao: [Oops! I was too busy complaining to Mr. L! Meow Meow is going to go eat a sandwich to recharge! Mr. L, you should also go eat your fancy lunch! [Kitten eating emoji]]

Only then did Gu Lin come back to his senses from that strange feeling of immersion.

He looked at the message, his fingertips hovering over the screen for a moment.

He wanted to say something, to respond to this sharing that made him happy.

He typed: "Good lunch."

After thinking about it, I deleted it again.

Too blunt.

Then he typed: "Sandwich... can you try another place?"

It felt even stranger, like I was directing the other person’s life.

He deleted, revised, and finally sent a reply that perfectly matched his clumsy personality:

L: [Yeah.]

L: [[Nodding emoji]]

L: [Go ahead.]

Putting down his phone, Gu Lin's eyes fell on the exquisite lunch on the table, but he had no taste for it.

What lingered in his mind were still those vivid and warm whispers.

The contrast between "An Xiaomiao", who was quick to complain in the live broadcast room and nagging in private messages, and "Lin Yu'an", who was submissive and in awe of him in real life, formed an increasingly strong contrast.

This contrast was like a feather, gently scratching a hidden corner in his heart, bringing waves of unfamiliar throbbing.

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Night fell again. After Doupi was coaxed to sleep, the small bedroom became the stage for "An Xiaomao" again.

The lights were soft and the star lights were twinkling. Lin Yu'an skillfully put on a chestnut wig, attached sequins, and adjusted the voice changer.

"Good evening, babies!"

An Xiaomiao greeted the camera with full energy, as if the person who was exhausted by work during the day was not him.

"How did you sleep last night? Meow meow, I dreamed I turned into a giant lucky cat and was woken up by tons of gold ingots! [Kitten drowned in gold coins emoji]"

[Meow meow, good evening! Lucky cat meow meow! Let me get some good fortune!]

[My wife looks great today! Is there something good going on?]

[Tell me now! Did God L give you rockets again? [Smirk]]

The barrage is as lively as ever.

Lin Yu'an smiled as he interacted, but a small part of his mind involuntarily drifted towards the WeChat avatar of the dark blue sports car.

Last night's chat with "L", although he was so clumsy that it was frustrating, but the feeling of just listening to him chatter without any purpose... was actually quite nice.

At least it is ten thousand times easier than facing that iceberg Gu Lin during the day.

Halfway through the live broadcast, as usual, there was a segment of "complaining about the boss".

An Xiaomao vividly described the incident during the day when Gu Lin criticized the contract terms for being "not rigorous enough."