Double award-winning film empress Lin Zhenzhen tragically dies and falls into the Empire's Quick Transmigration System. With her honor reset to zero, she must start anew.
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"Xiao Zhen, could you make a copy of this for me?"
“Okay, no problem.” Lin Zhenzhen stood up, holding a stack of documents.
It was the busiest time of the month, and everyone was engrossed in their work, so no one noticed a figure following her into the copy room.
Startled by the sudden sound of the door closing, Lin Zhenzhen put down the report in her hand, a faint smile on her lips.
"Director Luo."
"No need to be so formal, just call me Ada."
Lin Zhenzhen didn't reply, but just looked at her: "Is there something you need from me?"
Luo Meng stepped forward: "Xiao Zhen, I want to apologize for what happened before. I didn't know you weren't feeling well, otherwise I would never have made you stay up all night working overtime to verify the vouchers."
Lin Zhenzhen pondered the sentence carefully and couldn't help but find it amusing.
"You mean if I'm healthy, then pulling an all-nighter for this kind of fictitious job isn't a big deal, right?"
Luo Meng had witnessed Lin Zhenzhen's ability to change her expression before, but she was still speechless at her sudden aggressiveness.
She paused, suppressing the resentment that was building up in her heart: "You're right, no matter what, it's definitely my fault."
"Whatever your request, I will do my best to fulfill it. Please don't pursue this any further."
"I'll hold you accountable?" Lin Zhenzhen smiled. "I'm just an intern in the finance department who hasn't even been promoted yet. How could I possibly have the power to hold you, the finance director, accountable?"
"You're not going to pursue this, but..." Luo Meng's eyes became unfathomable.
Lin Zhenzhen's first thought was that Huo Yeshuo was standing up for her, but she quickly dismissed the idea.
He values rules and is not one to blur the lines between public and private matters. The handling of Luo Meng has already been communicated within the company, so continuing to dwell on this matter would be rather naive.
Lin Zhenzhen shook her head: "I really didn't want to get revenge on you. If you insist on playing these cryptic games, there's nothing I can do to help you."
Seeing that she didn't seem to be faking it, Luo Meng simply spoke up: "Xiao Zhen, could you please tell President Lu that the matter between the two of us has been resolved?"
"President Lu?" Lin Zhenzhen raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You mean Lu Yangyun?"
“That’s right.” Luo Meng was always proud and arrogant; when had she ever humbled herself to beg someone like this?
But thinking of his own predicament, he gritted his teeth and continued.
"Ling Zhen, the land we're developing in cooperation with the Lu family is really important to my husband. So this time, I'm begging you."
Lin Zhenzhen nodded slowly: "I see."
Luo Meng looked at her gratefully, but before she could say thank you, she heard Lin Zhenzhen continue.
"However, you may have misunderstood. I am not very familiar with President Lu, and his business decisions should have nothing to do with me."
"How can it be unrelated? He even..."
Lin Zhenzhen interrupted her: "However, I will contact President Lu and ask him what exactly happened."
Luo Meng opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.
Just then, Lin Zhenzhen's phone rang; it was Huo Yeshuo calling.
She answered the phone in front of Luo Meng and addressed him as "President Huo" in a very open and natural manner.
Luo Meng's expression was complicated, but she ultimately left the room first.
Lin Zhenzhen leaned against the white wall in a casual posture. She put the documents into the machine and pressed the red copy button.
Huo Yeshuo probably recognized the sound of the photocopier: "Printing something?"
"Yeah, just photocopying some documents. What's up?"
"Breakfast was delicious."
Lin Zhenzhen chuckled softly, "I'm glad you like it."
A brief silence fell over the other end.
Lin Zhenzhen straightened up: "Did you call me just to tell me this?"
"No." Huo Yeshuo's voice was a little hoarse.
The sound of a chair hitting the floor came from the other end of the receiver, followed by slow, drawn-out breathing.
Huo Yeshuo was nervous.
This realization struck Lin Zhenzhen as somewhat strange. She patiently remained silent, waiting for the other party to be ready.
Time passed by, second by second.
Huo Yeshuo finally spoke: "Lingzhen, what have you thought about the things I told you before?"