Don't want to take responsibility?
Lu Zhian almost held his breath as he endured what seemed like a calm and uneventful morning. He secretly observed Xiao Yuan, who handled his work, signed documents, and answered phone calls with the calm and composure of a precision instrument, just as he always had, without even sparing him a single extra glance.
This gradually put his mind at ease, and he even began to comfort himself: It seems the boss was also drunk that night and definitely doesn't remember anything! Yes, that must be it! His crime of "forcing himself on her" must have been completely washed away by alcohol!
Just as he lowered his guard and began to wonder if he would make it in time for the braised pork ribs at the staff cafeteria for lunch, the door to the president's office opened. The chief secretary came out and said to him in a businesslike manner, "Assistant Lu, the boss wants to see you."
Here it comes! Capitalism's fangs have indeed been revealed before lunch break!
Lu Zhian inwardly complained, but maintained a professional smile and replied, "Okay." He stood up, straightened his not-too-disheveled shirt, took a deep breath, and knocked on the heavy solid wood door.
"Enter.
Xiao Yuan's voice, as cold and steady as ever, came from inside.
Lu Zhian pushed open the door and walked to the large desk: "Boss, you wanted to see me?"
Xiao Yuan didn't look up; his gaze remained fixed on the document in his hand, as if it were some priceless treasure. He simply said in his usual emotionless tone, "Come here."
Lu Zhian muttered to himself, "What are they up to now?" but still obediently walked around the corner of the table and went to Xiao Yuan's side.
Xiao Yuan slammed the document shut in his hand, pushed it in front of him, and instructed, "Make two copies of this. We'll need it for the meeting this afternoon."
So this is what running errands is all about. Lu Zhian breathed a sigh of relief and reached for the documents.
Just then, as if he had just remembered something, Xiao Yuan added a sentence in a casual tone, as if he were giving instructions for an ordinary task.
“And this,” he said, taking something out of the drawer with his long, slender fingers and gently and precisely placing it on top of the document. “You left it with me that day.”
Lu Zhian's gaze froze.
That was none other than his missing employee ID card! The transparent card holder, with his photo and name printed on it, lay there quietly, like a silent, irrefutable piece of evidence.
Lu Zhian's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his entire body seemingly frozen in time, as if his blood had stopped flowing. He felt the office air conditioning was too cold, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
turn out to be……
It turns out that retribution isn't absent, it's just a matter of time...
He remembers everything! He remembers it all perfectly!
All his previous attempts to comfort himself by thinking "the boss also drank himself into oblivion" were ruthlessly shattered by reality. A wave of panic and a sense of utter despair washed over him once more; he didn't even dare look up at Xiao Yuan's expression.
Lu Zhian stood frozen in place, his mind blank, all his emergency mechanisms seemingly malfunctioning.
Almost instinctively, he squeezed out a few words from his dry throat, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "...Thank you, boss."
He just wanted to escape this suffocating atmosphere immediately, to grab the documents and his employee ID and turn around and leave.
However, as soon as he moved slightly, Xiao Yuan's arm grabbed his waist with irresistible force and pulled him into his arms!
Lu Zhian was completely unprepared. He lost his balance instantly, his cry caught in his throat, and he fell into Xiao Yuan's arms, landing firmly on the other's strong thighs.
Through the thin fabric of the suit trousers, one could clearly feel the power of the muscles beneath and the burning heat of his body. Lu Zhian subconsciously struggled to get up, but Xiao Yuan's arm around his waist held him firmly, preventing him from moving.
Xiao Yuan's deep voice rang out again: "Assistant Lu," his fingertips lightly caressing the sensitive fabric around Lu Zhi'an's waist, his tone sounding rather aggrieved, "Now, are you not going to take responsibility for me?"
He was speechless, his cheeks burning, and even his neck turned pink. He wanted to refute, to say that it was just a mistake, to say that everyone was an adult, but all his words seemed pale and powerless in the face of Xiao Yuan's matter-of-fact "accusation" and his absolutely controlling posture.
He was like prey caught in a trap, being manipulated gracefully and patiently by the hunter, his struggles becoming a futile performance.
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