Gu Yanqing stood there, holding a sketchbook in his hand, his gaze following the direction she had left.

But that night, when she opened the envelope containing the tip, she found a folded piece of paper inside in addition to the usual amount.

Zi Xi unfolded the paper; it was an exquisite sketch.

It was her silhouette as she rode away on her electric scooter.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there were even several red hearts.

A smile played on her lips as she held the painting, unable to look away for a long time.

*

Yang Ruxuan sat in her office cubicle, staring at the densely packed Excel spreadsheets on her computer screen.

The blue light from the screen stung her eyes, and the air was filled with a strange smell of printer powder and cheap perfume.

Less than a month after that rich second-generation young master Zhao got her, he lost contact with her.

She never expected the rich second-generation to break up with her so quickly, and he didn't leave her with much money.

Yang Ruxuan had no choice but to find another job.

This is her third job since her rebirth: an administrative clerk at a small trading company.

Monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, one day off per week, no meal allowance, social security contributions are made at the minimum base.

"Weiwei, make ten copies of these documents. We'll need them for the meeting later."

Department head Sister Wang threw a stack of documents on her desk, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Yang Ruxuan stared at the thick stack of documents, her nails digging deep into her palms.

She still needs to do these chores!

At the Gu family home, she only needed to gracefully accompany Gu Yanqing, and even a glass of water was brought to her by a servant.

"Okay, Sister Wang."

She forced a smile, picked up the document, and headed towards the photocopier.

The photocopier is jammed.

This is the third time today.

She crouched down and clumsily opened the front cover of the machine, trying to remove the stuck paper.

My fingers got ink on them, and the black stains just wouldn't come off no matter how much I wiped.

This feeling of utter disarray and helplessness almost drove her mad.

"Is it not ready yet?"

"The meeting starts in ten minutes, can you be a little more efficient?"

Sister Wang's voice came from behind, clearly showing impatience.

Yang Ruxuan bit her lower lip, suppressing the urge to retort.

She recalled that in her past life in the Gu family, even the slightest frown would prompt a group of servants to anxiously inquire what was wrong with her.

Finally finished photocopying, she carried the documents to the meeting room.

The last pair of luxurious high heels made a crisp sound on the floor.

Now, these shoes seem out of place in this cheap office, just like she herself.

During the meeting, the manager spoke at length about the cost control plan for the next quarter.

Yang Ruxuan listened absentmindedly, her gaze fixed on the gray sky outside the window.

She remembered that yesterday's dinner was a bowl of high-end self-heating hot pot.

Even after switching to a more expensive brand and adding real vegetable packets, her stomach still cramped for half the night after eating.

Her body was like a sophisticated instrument, adapted to top-quality fuel, and could no longer tolerate these crude energy sources.

"Yang Ruxuan, what are your thoughts?"

The manager suddenly called out names.

She snapped back to reality and realized that everyone in the conference room was staring at her.