Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Now, confess the truth? ...
When Song Zhihan told Julie about his thoughts on Luo Qing, he was unsurprisingly met with sarcasm.
Julie scowled coldly, "Don't take on a job you don't know how to handle. Do you know how much time I have to spend cleaning up your mess every day? Are you here to work or to mess with me?"
The irritation and disgust on her face were obvious. Song Zhihan suddenly became confused. What did she do wrong to make Julie hate her so much?
It had been almost six months since she started working with Julie, and her initial draft wasn't good enough, requiring Julie's revisions and guidance. But wasn't it her duty to mentor new employees? The company paid her according to regulations, and she hadn't done it often. Julie wasn't only unpleasant, but her revisions were also perfunctory, forcing Song Zhihan to shamelessly ask Xiaochi for help on several occasions.
Song Zhihan also felt very annoyed. She couldn't say anything directly. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Julie seemed to be hesitant to talk to her.
After making those harsh remarks, Julie clattered off again. Cheng Yang glanced around, confirming that no leaders were within his sight. He quickly flashed to Song Zhihan's side, climbed onto Becca's chair and squeezed in next to her, whispering with concern, "What's wrong? Is that old witch giving you trouble again?"
Song Zhihan held his chin and sighed: "Not really, anyway, she scolded me as always. I don't understand why Julie hates me so much."
Cheng Yang and Becca gathered around her, sharing the bag of cookies and offering her advice.
Cheng Yang: "Because you always talk back to her?"
Song Zhihan retorted: "That's because she said it first, and I refuted it reasonably, so it doesn't count as talking back."
Cheng Yang scratched his head: "She is the leader, so she must want you to work hard without any complaints."
Song Zhihan agreed with this point. She admitted that she had not been able to endure it, but things are different now. She used to have her family to rely on, but now she has nothing except this job.
Becca raised her hand weakly. "I think... it's because you, Zhihan, are too sharp. It's common in the workplace to be subjected to PUA and savage verbal abuse from your boss. After working for a long time, you become numb to it and just ignore it. But you're different. Your emotions are written all over your face. When Julie gives you a hard time, you fight back immediately. She didn't achieve her goal of deflecting her inner pressure by reprimanding you. Instead, it made her even angrier. If it happens too often, she'll want to target you everywhere."
Song Zhihan listened, resting his right hand on his elbow and raising his left hand to propose his own countermeasures: "Then next time I will just pretend I didn't hear anything and let her scold me. Will that be better?"
Although that must be very uncomfortable for her, she has to bow her head under the eaves. If she wants to do her job well, it is essential to maintain a good relationship with her boss.
Becca gave an awkward smile: "No way, because you must be looking very dissatisfied, which would make her even angrier..."
Cheng Yang gave Becca a thumbs up: "You're absolutely right, I can even imagine Song Zhihan's expression of wanting a beating!"
Song Zhihan drooped, feeling somewhat melancholy: "What should I do then?"
Becca raised her voice slightly. "It's okay. As long as you do your job well, Julie won't be able to do anything to you. Besides, your argument is only about work. There's no conflict outside of work."
Song Zhihan thought what she said made sense, so she took out some chocolates from her bag and shared them with Becca. "Thank you, Becca. You're amazing for handling such a complicated matter! When you're free, could you give me some suggestions for Luo Qing's plot? I'll treat you to dinner, order whatever you want."
She didn't talk much with Becca before, and only talked about work. It was only today that she discovered that Becca was such a thoughtful person. She was very good at interpreting characters, and Song Zhihan just needed someone who could give suggestions from the audience's perspective.
Becca's cheeks flushed slightly as she adjusted her glasses and said, "You're welcome. Just ask me anything you want to know."
Cheng Yang was jealous: "Remember to call me when you eat!"
Song Zhihan called her a greedy ghost, and the three of them gathered together and laughed secretly.
"Cheng Yang! It's you again! Why are you running around instead of staying at your workstation?" The voice was immediately recognizable as James'.
Song Zhihan and Becca looked at each other, pushed Cheng Yang back together, and started writing their own manuscripts in tacit understanding. The keyboards made crackling sounds, and they looked very busy.
Cheng Yang, who was standing still, cursed inwardly. He could only smile flatteringly and turned his back to negotiate with his boss: "Haha, I'll ask them about the progress of the script, haha... President, how come you have time to come and inspect the work..."
Why is this black-hearted capitalist so idle lately? Doesn't he have to deal with his numerous mistresses?
James gave an ambiguous smile: "Come on, Cheng Yang, come here, I want to tell you something."
Cheng Yang felt a chill on her back from laughing. She took small steps forward, trying to delay time: "Haha, what's up, boss..."
The two people walked away, and Song Zhihan held the computer and typed frantically, showing the determination to write ten thousand words a day.
Until the end of the day, Song Zhihan felt indescribable satisfaction as he looked at the pile of manuscripts. He turned off the computer, picked up his bag, said goodbye to Becca, and punched out.
Before leaving, she glanced across the conference room, through the clear glass, and caught sight of Lin Jie, who was sitting in a meeting. He had a serious expression, his arms folded. He'd heard the modeling team's character modeling had nearly failed miserably, and that had put a lot of pressure on Lin Jie. She and Cheng Yang had spent their days slacking off in the break room, often hearing their colleagues angrily criticize Lin Jie for his inhumanity.
The person being stared at seemed to sense something, raised his sharp eyes, and paused slightly after seeing Song Zhihan.
As their eyes met, Song Zhihan gave a harmless smile, slung her small bag tightly around her neck, and ran away.
Is there a camera above his head? How come he always catches her?
I can’t afford to offend you, so I’ll just run away!
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Song Zhihan did not go home but went to a restaurant. Today was the last day of October, and as usual she had to have dinner with her uncle's family, and she did not forget.
The Song siblings are twins. Song Yazhi and her brother have been close since they were in the womb, and their friendship has not faded at all even in middle age. Song Zhihan is also very close to his uncle.
Song Zhihan now cherishes these family dinners, because she might be kicked out of the house one day, and even her parents might not pay attention to her, let alone her uncle.
When we arrived at the place, only Song Yazhi was missing.
Song Fanggang and Gu Chen sat on opposite sides of the table, as if separated by a thousand-year-old ice. The waiter had to bring two pots of tea. They were incompatible, having been at odds since their first meeting, and even with Song Zhihan in his twenties, there was no sign of easing.
Song Zhihan sat down next to his uncle as usual, and praised him sweetly: "Uncle, it's been a long time since we last met. You look so handsome again. You must have been practicing secretly."
Her arrival broke the icy atmosphere, and the two of them withdrew their eyes, "whoever blinks first loses," and went about their own business.
Song Fanggang's face, which resembled Song Yazhi, smiled. Unlike Song Yazhi's occasional smile, his smile was hearty. "Really? Uncle has been controlling his diet recently, and his body fat percentage seems to have dropped a lot."
Song Zhihan echoed exaggeratedly: "Yes, yes, my skin has become much tighter."
The uncle and nephew sang in unison, just like a big drama. Gu Chen couldn't stand it and wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks: "When you get old, you have to take care of yourself. Unlike me, I am young and naturally beautiful."
He is probably five or six years younger than the Song siblings, and has a rather round and blunt appearance. Compared with the maturity of Song Fanggang, he is indeed much younger.
Song Fanggang sneered and silently called him a pretty boy.
Gu Chen replied, "Old bacon."
The two of them knew what the other was thinking without even opening their mouths.
Song Zhihan, who was sitting between them, held his forehead helplessly. It started again, right?
"Have you ordered yet?"
Song Yazhi is here!
The two people who had ulterior motives quickly put their thoughts aside and bowed to the most senior person in the Song family.
Song Yazhi sat in the middle seat with a calm expression and a leadership temperament. Song Zhihan looked at her with starry eyes in admiration.
The two people who were fighting openly and secretly just now are now taking turns to show their courtesy.
"I ordered. For the cold dish, I ordered your favorite celery with peach kernels."
"The hot dishes include shredded eel and steamed fish."
Song Yazhi nodded, her eyes falling on Song Zhihan's face, a gentle smile on her lips: "Have you ordered the dishes Zhihan likes?" Song Zhihan pretended to be angry: "Let me see who forgot to order my favorite beef and wild rice stem, and ice cream! Is it dark chocolate?"
A few adults were amused, and the atmosphere of a family dinner was created.
Uncle was alone today, so Song Zhihan couldn't help but ask a few questions: "Haven't Shanshan and Auntie come back yet?"
Shanshan is her cousin, the same age as her. Last month, the mother and daughter went to Paris to watch the Fashion Week. After the show, they planned to play in France for a while. It has been almost a month, and it is time to go back.
Thinking about Shanshan now, Song Zhihan felt a sense of sadness. She and Shanshan had a very good relationship. The two grew up together and could talk about anything. Their intimacy far exceeded that of ordinary cousins.
But from now on, Lin Mo is Shanshan’s biological cousin, and she, the fake one, can only stand aside.
Song Zhihan was so focused on being sad that he didn't notice the different expressions on the faces of the three adults at the table. After a while, he heard Song Fanggang reply, "Well, they'll play for a few more days."
Song Zhihan felt sad just thinking about it. She was in a low mood and even lost interest in eating. She poked at the fungus on the plate sadly, but suddenly heard Song Fanggang ask: "Zhihan, is it because you are sisters that you have such a good relationship with Shanshan?"
Song Zhihan denied: "Not entirely. Even if we are not a family, Shanshan and I will become good friends because we have similar personalities and things to talk about."
On the other hand, even if they grew up together, they might not necessarily become friends, just like she and Zhao Wendi, who went to the same school from kindergarten to university, but still dislike each other until now.
Hearing her say this, Song Fanggang felt relieved and then asked, "What if one day, you and Shanshan are no longer sisters, will you still be as close as you are now?"
Song Zhihan was struck by lightning. What did this mean? Was her uncle going to confess the truth right now? Confess that she wasn't her mother's biological child, or Shanshan's biological sister?
Although he had anticipated the arrival of this day, Song Zhihan still couldn't accept it when he faced it.
The author has something to say:
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This chapter is titled "bushi
Some friends may not understand why the heroine is still thinking about herself at this point, but the article has laid the groundwork in the early stage. The parent-child report and the almost identical appearance with Song Yazhi (niece looks like aunt) are all deepening her own point of view, so I personally think this is not abrupt, and our baby is quite insensitive in terms of feelings, this will make Lin Jie suffer a great loss in the future hhh
Thanks again to my friends for their support. I will draw some red envelopes for this chapter [Come on][Come on][Rainbow fart][Rainbow fart]
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