Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Don’t Guess What the Boss Is Thinking
Although she knew that Yu Jintong and Fu Zhiyao had broken off their engagement and that they were no longer engaged, the two parties had not made any public clarification, so Yu Wan could not rush to explain for them.
Yu Wan casually changed the subject. "Besides, which two women told me last time that dating in the company was like a eunuch and a palace maid having sex?"
Sun Ning thought of the bright and beautiful woman and knocked his head. He quickly said, "Oh, right, we forgot. Mr. Fu has a fiancée. No, no, we can't do such a wicked thing. Yuwan, forget what I just said, but I still want to emphasize one point."
Yu Wan assumed a listening posture.
Sun Ning raised his finger and said seriously, "Who is the big boss? Could the big boss be a eunuch? The big boss is the emperor! The emperor who holds the power of life and death!"
Yu Wan: “…”
Yu Wan replied perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, then I am the imperial censor who castrated himself."
She still remembered the metaphor that Sun Ning used last time when she said she was an imperial censor.
However, Sun Ning's statement wasn't quite accurate. Even if she was an imperial censor, would she dare to report Fu Zhiyao? If Fu Zhiyao coughed, she would worry that she had poured too much hot water.
The two of them burst into laughter and dropped the topic.
Lai Yanxu picked up an energy bar from the wicker snack basket nearby and handed it to Yu Wan pretentiously. "Secretary Yu, on behalf of our colleagues at the company, we're interviewing you. Many people in the company are curious and want to learn from you. Do you have any tips for getting along with big bosses that you can share?"
Sun Ning also looked at Yu Wan expectantly.
She didn't ask for much, she just wanted to know how to stay calm when talking to the big devil. Before Yu Wan went out on business, she helped to deliver breakfast to Mr. Fu. Every time before knocking on the door, she would repeatedly cheer herself up in her heart and make enough mental preparation before she dared to knock on the door.
Seeing that the two were no longer paying attention to the topic of whether she liked Fu Zhiyao, Yu Wan breathed a sigh of relief, coughed a few times, and answered seriously into the microphone: "Workers' self-cultivation."
"The boss is the boss. The boss's orders must be carried out. The boss is the boss, the one who pays you. Answer whatever the boss asks. If you do something wrong, apologize immediately. Don't argue. Talking back won't do any good..."
The three people were still chatting in the tea room.
Outside the door, Fu Zhiyao's throat felt dry and tight, and his heart began to feel uncomfortable again. This time, the pain was clearly conveyed, and it was like a real thorny vine that kept closing and squeezing his heart, fixing Fu Zhiyao's legs in place as he tried to escape.
He knew that he shouldn't be outside the door, but when he caught the voice related to Yu Wan, he couldn't help but stop.
In the tea room, the three of them were still laughingly discussing how to be a good worker. Fu Zhiyao stopped listening and turned away silently. He returned to his office and leaned stiffly against the cold metal door. Oxygen slowly drilled into his chest. It took him nearly five minutes to calm his disordered breathing and get over his helplessness.
He was now certain that his concern for Yu Wan exceeded that of a boss for his employees.
Otherwise, why would he concentrate on listening to Yu Wan's answer to the question of whether she liked him? What kind of answer did he want?
He doesn't know.
But when he heard Yu Wan say she didn't like it, he was like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle, barely maintaining its surface integrity. The blood from every other part of his body was rushing to his head, and his mind was full of the word "I don't like it", which made him almost lose the ability to think normally.
This emotion is strange and abnormal.
Fu Zhiyao stood up, walked to his desk, turned on his computer and logged into the company's internal system. He browsed through the positions suitable for Yu Wan one by one. He was considering whether to transfer Yu Wan to work in other departments.
In terms of work, organization and leadership abilities, Yu Wan is not inferior to those supervisors who have been in office for three or four years. However, Yu Wan joined the company at a young age. If she is parachuted in as a supervisor now, even if others don't say it, they must be dissatisfied in their hearts. In addition, he also has to consider the whereabouts of the supervisor who made room for Yu Wan.
After looking for half an hour without finding a suitable department, Fu Zhiyao let go of the hand holding the mouse and sat silently in the boss chair. After a while, he lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
At the end of the working day, Yu Wan was the only one left in the president's office. She looked into the boss's office and confirmed that he was still there. She knocked on Fu Zhiyao's office door with a gift and walked in. The air-conditioning temperature was so low that she shivered.
"Boss." Yu Wan called Fu Zhiyao.
Fu Zhiyao didn't even raise his head as he flipped through the project documents in his hand. His voice was cold: "Speak."
Yu Wan gently placed the gift box on Fu Zhiyao's desk and explained her purpose: "Boss, today is your birthday. This is my birthday gift for you. It's not very expensive, but I'm very grateful for your support and appreciation for me since I joined the company. I hope you like this gift. I wish you a happy birthday, good health, success in everything, and that your business will grow and become stronger. Fu's company will soar to new heights."
After Yu Wan finished speaking, she stood there waiting for Fu Zhiyao's answer.
Fu Zhiyao lowered his eyelids, and his hand paused slightly while annotating the document. He still didn't look up at Yu Wan, "Well, you can go out."
It was so simple that it seemed like a dismissive remark.
Yu Wan was a little dazed. She blinked slowly and helplessly, her eyes falling on Fu Zhiyao. After a few seconds, she was sure that Fu Zhiyao would not speak again. Yu Wan tightened her sweaty palms and swallowed the rest of her words back into her stomach: "...Okay, boss, it's time to get off work. I'm going home first."
Fu Zhiyao did not reply.
The office door was closed. Yu Wan stood outside and waited for a while. Finally, he raised his eyebrows and comforted himself.
Maybe Fu Zhiyao had encountered some troubles and she just happened to be caught in the crossfire, or maybe Fu Zhiyao didn't like his subordinates giving gifts, thinking it was flattery and fawning.
But no matter what, Fu Zhiyao didn't refuse, and that was enough. She didn't ask for too much.
Don't try to guess what your boss is thinking; you won't understand no matter how hard you try.
Yu Wan packed her bag, locked the office, and took the elevator downstairs. As soon as she walked out the door, a rainstorm came down on her head. The trees in the green landscape swayed in the dark gray rain curtain. Bean-sized raindrops hit the ground, splashing white foam. The fishy smell of wet rain filled the air, and her clothes became damp, hot and sticky.
According to usual habit, Yu Wan should take her boss's car home, but for some reason, Yu Wan felt that her boss might not wait for her today. She looked at the rain, calmly took out an umbrella from her bag, opened the umbrella and walked towards the subway station.
Fortunately, she checked the weather forecast last night.
In the office, Fu Zhiyao, who was flipping through the investment project book, couldn't calm down. He simply stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and his eyes fell on the empty atrium square downstairs.
People left the company building one after another, holding up umbrellas of different colors, and moving slowly like ants moving.
At such a long distance, it was impossible to see where Yu Wan was.
Fu Zhiyao knew that Yu Wan brought an umbrella, so he didn't try to keep her. More importantly, he didn't know what he was thinking, nor did he know how to face Yu Wan. The only thing he could think of was to hide. This feeling of irritability might go away in two days.
Thinking of this, Fu Zhiyao retracted his gaze, walked to the desk, and opened the birthday gift that Yu Wan gave him.
An exquisite and beautiful fountain pen with smooth pen body lines and classic black and gold color scheme. Only by taking a good look at it can you see the thought of the gift giver. The pen cap ring is laser-engraved with the cursive pinyin of the three words "Fu Zhiyao". The gold nib is embossed with intricate and delicate patterns, with a unique metallic luster. The whole fountain pen does not look ostentatious in the hand, but rather extremely elegant.
It was somewhat similar to the fountain pen he usually used, with a slight difference in weight. Fu Zhiyao used an ink absorber to absorb some of the matching ink, wiped off the excess ink with a tissue, picked up the pen, and wrote the two words "Yu Wan" on the paper.
Because it is a new pen, it feels a little rough when writing, but the tip of the pen draws smoothly and neatly, and writing does not require much effort. It is quite easy to use.
This brand's custom fountain pen, including the matching ink, costs nearly 10,000 yuan.
Yu Wan was not very nice to herself, but was generous to him.
Half an hour later, Fu Zhiyao arrived at the underground parking lot.
Xiao Cheng was the driver today. When he saw Fu Zhiyao get in and close the door, he turned around curiously and didn't see Yu Wan. He couldn't help but wonder, "Mr. Fu, where's Secretary Yu? It's raining today, aren't you going to take her home?"
Fu Zhiyao opened his tablet and frowned irritably: "Drive your car well."
Xiao Cheng fell silent, "Okay, Mr. Fu."
The car started.
-[Alas, Secretary Yu is so pitiful. How can she endure Mr. Fu's bad temper every day?]
- [Forget it, forget it. That's just how workers are. After all, Mr. Fu pays a high salary, so it's only natural that I should endure a little bit of anger.]
Fu Zhiyao stopped what he was doing and called out to Cheng, who was standing in front of him: "Cheng Liang."
Xiao Cheng shuddered and said quickly, "Mr. Fu, please speak."
Fu Zhiyao smiled wryly, "Do you have any complaints about me? Do you want your boss to be someone who smiles all the time? Do you think employees should be so arrogant as to sit over their bosses, ordering and driving them around?"
-【What's going on?】
Xiao Cheng was completely confused, with a bitter look on his face, and he stumbled over his explanation: "No, Mr. Fu, you are the boss, and employees must listen to what the boss says..."
"Forget it." Realizing that he was too impulsive, Fu Zhiyao raised his hand to rub his tense temples and said in a gloomy tone, "It's raining heavily outside, drive carefully."
"Okay, Mr. Fu."
Xiao Cheng didn't dare to think about it anymore. He felt like President Fu could hear what he was thinking.
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Yu Wan originally thought that Fu Zhiyao was just in a bad mood for one or two days, but in the following days, Yu Wan could clearly feel Fu Zhiyao's coldness and alienation towards her. It was not the coldness that excluded her from participating in the project, but... avoiding looking at her and communicating with her.
Even Secretary Shang, the most mature and steady secretary who didn't care about anything other than work, noticed that something was wrong.
For example, when it came to getting the documents, Yu Wan was obviously more familiar with where the documents were placed, but Fu Zhiyao asked Cai Yang to get them. Yu Wan even stood up from her seat and her eyes met with President Fu's, but President Fu looked away lightly, clearly ignoring Yu Wan.
If President Fu had not still asked Yu Wan to be responsible for following up the project and reporting the quarterly project progress at the company meeting, Secretary Shang would have suspected that President Fu was using workplace cold violence against Yu Wan, a young girl.
Even Secretary Shang, a veteran employee, was surprised, let alone Yu Wan herself.
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