Chapter 2

"The messenger of love, peace and justice - part-time version, I want to try out the power of magic."

Chu Muchao covered his mouth with both hands and spoke very quickly and in a very soft voice.

The system only notified me after the incantation was finished.

[We're the working-class friendly version; next time, just silently recite the incantation in your mind.]

Chu Muchao: ...Remind me earlier next time.

Sorry, I'll be more careful next time.

The system's gentle yet lively androgynous mechanical voice echoed in my mind:

[My words proved prophetic. I hereby decree: no more unjustified overtime requests for employees; employees must leave work on time once their tasks are completed.]

The next second, Director Zhou, who had been talking non-stop for over ten minutes, suddenly shut up, quickly and neatly put away his notebook, and walked towards the conference room door on his own.

"Why should my employees work overtime? I'm going to the marketing department right now to ask them what they've been doing all day! They haven't finished making changes all day! What kind of logic is it to make everyone wait for them to finish their work before they can leave?!"

The entire process takes no more than twenty seconds.

Where is he going?

Will he come back?

"I'm about to get off work if you don't come back."

-

Director Zhou went to the marketing department's office.

It's already 5:30, which is the company's designated time to clock out.

The marketing department's large office was completely empty; all the computers and office supplies were powered off.

Director Zhou became even angrier, and in his anger, he stood in the office taking pictures and stomping his feet.

"What the hell?! They said it was urgent and the whole department had to work overtime, but the entire marketing department just left?!"

His roar could be heard even across the corridor.

"How outrageous! Making others get off work overtime while leaving on time themselves! That's unethical!"

Shen Jia walked out carrying her laptop, and sneered at Director Zhou's retreating figure: "You only find out now? I'm so angry! If they had followed the process and made the first version, we wouldn't even have needed to revise the plan! We wouldn't even have needed a Plan B! Making us bear the blame for other people's mistakes is just ridiculous! How could we have such a brainless leader who loves to take on too much work! Couldn't he have found out the situation before agreeing to work overtime?"

Another person patted Shen Jia on the shoulder: "Alright, keep your voice down, don't let him hear. Is this your first day at the company? You know what kind of person Director Zhou is, right? He arrives at ten in the morning and leaves at four in the afternoon, what do you think he knows?"

Chu Muchao followed the crowd out of the conference room and heard Director Zhou's angry roar from the other side of the corridor.

He found it strange. Usually, after finishing a meeting, he would tell the employees to continue working overtime and then leave. Why did he go to check on the other department today?

[It's magic! How about it? Aren't our part-time job-specific magic really useful? Want to sign a long-term magic contract with us?]

That's quite interesting.

Signing a contract is like signing a formal agreement; you should ask clearly whether there are any strange things in the content.

Chu Muchao: There are many ways to avoid working overtime. Besides that, what are the benefits of signing a magic contract? What side effects will using magic bring? Please provide detailed information.

[The benefit, of course, is protecting the legitimate rights and interests of working people! For example, the overtime requirements these past few days are actually quite unreasonable, dear working lady, what do you think?]

Hmm, that's unreasonable.

It's ridiculous to work overtime because of someone else's procrastination when the task could have been completed during regular working hours.

Today was even worse. He lied to others, saying that something urgent needed to be done and that they needed to work overtime to handle it, and then he left.

If she really stays to work overtime today, and then it turns out that her marketing department staff actually left a long time ago, she'll be really angry.

This system can provide timely reminders even when you're unaware of workplace issues. For example, in this case…

"Sizzle—Sizzle—"

The system's androgynous mechanical voice was interrupted by the vibration of Chu Muchao's phone.

It was Chu Wen calling.

Chu Muchao walked to a corner, away from the crowd, and answered the phone.

"Hey, brother?"

Chu Wen's cold and stern voice rang out from the other end of the phone: "Can you leave work on time? If not, I'm coming to your office to pick you up and take you home."

"Ah! Yes! Yes!" Chu Muchao quickly interrupted, "I'm not working overtime today. The director has finished his meeting, and I'm just packing up. Wait for me in the parking lot, I'll be down soon."

Chu Wen: "Okay."

-

Chu Muchao returned to his workstation to pack his belongings.

A colleague glanced at it and asked, "Xiao Chu, what's in there? Lychee-flavored milk tea?"

Chu Muchao looked at the glass on the table, picked it up and shook it; there was still pink liquid left inside.

"This? It's perilla drink."

"Perilla? Never heard of it. Perilla can be made into a beverage?"

Shen Jia returned at this moment and glanced at her upon hearing this: "A drink made with perilla? Where did you buy it? I'll go buy a cup and try it too."

Chu Muchao smiled and replied, "It was made by my family."

Shen Jia pouted: "Oh, that's pretty impressive. I'm off, time to go home and sleep."

Chu Muchao put the glass into his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and slowly followed behind the crowd.

After waiting for the elevator, I took the opportunity to be the first one in and occupy a corner to minimize my presence.

The only downside to leaving get off work on time has become apparent.

It was peak time for elevator use, and many people were using it. The elevator quickly filled up with people, all huddled together in the heat.

A colleague next to him was pushed and fell onto Chu Muchao.

Chu Muchao helped him up.

"Thank you." The colleague sniffed. "I just caught a whiff of your perfume. It's so faint, but it smells quite nice. What is it?"

Chu Muchao recalled for a moment: "It's a cedar tree from the D family."

"Oh, that must be pretty expensive." His colleague looked Chu Muchao up and down, noting he wasn't wearing any designer brands with logos, and then asked with a smirk, "How do you usually get home?"

Chu Muchao kept his persona firmly in mind: "Taking the subway."

We've arrived at the first floor.

Colleague Chao Chumu raised his chin and said, "Yeah, we've arrived. Goodbye."

There were quite a lot of people around. Chu Muchao hesitated for only a moment before choosing to follow the crowd out first.

After everyone had left, they went to the underground parking lot through the emergency exit.

Since starting her internship at the company, she has almost never ridden in Chu Wen's car again.

As they searched for Chu Wen's designated parking space based on their memories, the system spoke.

[Dear working lady, question: Did you catch the subtext in the conversation in the elevator?]

Chu Muchao: ...Hmm? Is there a subtext?

So, do you think she was just asking about your perfume and how you got home?

Chu Muchao: Isn't that right?

No, that's not it.

Chu Muchao: Hmm...

Want to know the subtext? As long as you sign a magical contract with this system, I will provide you with timely reminders, explanations, and answers anytime, anywhere.

"drop."

Not far away, a car honked its horn as a reminder.

Immediately afterwards, a man got out of the driver's seat.

Chu Muchao saw a familiar face.

The system's androgynous yet gentle voice rang out.

【You can think about it carefully. I'll appear again when I'm free tonight.】

Chu Muchao was almost at the car.

The driver leaned down and left the back door.

"Miss, please get in the car."

Chu Muchao handed the backpack on his shoulder to the driver and bent down to get into the car.

Chu Wen looked down at the time on his wristwatch and said coldly, "It's almost six o'clock now."

“Brother…” Chu Muchao leaned over helplessly, resting his head on Chu Wen’s arm. “Working overtime is normal, isn’t it? It’s rare to see a CEO like you who leaves work on time.”

Chu Wen lowered his eyes to look at the fluffy head in front of him, his expression softening: "If I hadn't been waiting for you, I would have arrived much earlier."

"Oh, brother..." Chu Muchao deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his soft voice carrying a strong hint of coquetry, "What's good for dinner? I had some spicy chicken noodles for lunch today, and they were so delicious! My colleague told me to try adding milk when I cook them at home next time, and then add cheese after cooking, it will be even more delicious!"

Chu Wen frowned: "From now on, you are not allowed to order takeout. I will have someone prepare your lunch according to a nutritious recipe and deliver it to you."

ah?

Chu Muchao, who was halfway through her coquettish act, stopped abruptly.

She shouldn't have said it!

-

It's rush hour now, and the roads are extremely congested.

Chu Wen has never been stuck in traffic at this time.

When their car failed to make it through the intersection before the third red light appeared, Chu Wen's face darkened.

Chu Muchao had never seen anything like this before.

A sea of ​​red lights stretched before me, and cars lined up one after another, filling my field of vision as far as the eye could see.

After a while, Chu Muchao seemed to give in, pulling Chu Wen's arm and adjusting himself to a more comfortable position, resting his head on it.

"I'm going to sleep for a while. Wake me up when we get home."

Chu Wen's voice was deep: "Mm."

-

They arrived home after 7 p.m.

The butler took the black brocade handbag from the driver and asked, "Miss, welcome home. Dinner is ready. Would you like to eat now?"

Chu Muchao lowered his head and put on his slippers: "Okay, bring them out. I'll go wash my hands and then I'll be there."

The butler handed Chu Muchao's handbag to a servant beside him and whispered, "Take the bag to the young lady's second dressing room and put it away."

"OK."

Then, he turned to face Chu Wen with a friendly smile, but his posture was no longer as respectful as when he faced Chu Mu Chao.

"Young Master Wen, good evening, welcome home."

Chu Wen had become accustomed to the butler's inconsistent attitude.

He gave the other person a cold look and walked straight into the house.

Tonight's dinner was specially prepared for Chu Muchao, following the nutritious recipe requested by Chu Wen.

As the dishes were served one by one, Chu Muchao's expression gradually changed.

Although she was already used to the light and nutritious food at home, she still had five chefs and would occasionally cook some of the dishes she wanted.

What's going on with this dish tonight that looks so pale and bland?

Chu Muchao asked, "Is this... a vegetarian meal today?"

Chu Wen paused, his hand holding the chopsticks still: "...Eat properly and talk less."

The aunt explained, "Young Master Wen noticed that Miss hasn't looked well these past few days, so he specially consulted a nutritionist to create a nutritional diet plan for her, and instructed the kitchen to strictly follow the plan."

Since Chu Wen specifically ordered these to be prepared, there's nothing that can be done about it.

Chu Muchao smiled, her eyes crinkling, and said sweetly, "Thank you, brother. You're so good to me!"