Chapter 20 Male Models Aren't as Appealing as Bosses?
Yan Tingnan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze deep and intense behind the lenses.
"What does Assistant Su think I should wear?"
Su Ruan tilted her head and smiled, revealing shallow dimples.
"We suggest you dress more conservatively, as it affects employee work efficiency."
Yan Tingnan slightly raised his eyebrows.
"Is that so?"
“Last night, Assistant Su didn’t have that awareness.”
Su Ruan's breathing became slightly constricted.
Last night's humid, entangled, and uncontrollably devouring atmosphere in the lake flashed through my mind like fragments.
"Okay, you're the boss, you call the shots."
She gave a helpless, bitter smile, shrugged as if admitting defeat, and spoke softly.
Yan Tingnan's lips twitched slightly as he stepped aside to make way.
There are new slippers in the shoe cabinet.
Su Ruan changed as instructed and stepped into the penthouse.
The space is open, with a cool gray and white color scheme and clean, crisp lines.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's neon lights and rain curtain became a blurred backdrop.
"Mr. Yan, where would be most convenient for you to provide guidance?"
She looked around and her gaze fell on the conspicuous black marble table.
"What's the rush?"
He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice slightly husky and lazy, and walked first to the center of the living room.
"How effective is the wine poured by the male model?"
They've arrived.
Su Ruan understood immediately, her smile deepened, and she answered obediently.
"The boss's overtime pay is more effective."
Male models are no match for bosses.
Yan Tingnan paused, stopping beside the long black marble table in the center of the living room.
Several documents were spread out on the table, along with a laptop with its screen lit up.
"sit."
Yan Tingnan sat down in the main seat first, tilting his chin slightly towards the person opposite him.
"Have you read the revisions?"
Su Ruan pulled out a chair and sat down, sliding her fingertips across the touchpad to bring up the PDF filled with dense annotations.
"I saw it."
She looked up and met his gaze, but her tone was a little dejected.
"President Yan's annotations were very detailed; his workload was impressive."
"It seems that President Yan not only rescued people in time, but also never hesitates to discipline his employees."
This man dragged her to his house in the middle of the night, is he really going to talk about work?
"Those who are capable should do more work."
"Assistant Su has great potential. How will she know her limits if she doesn't push herself?"
Yan Tingnan suddenly stood up and walked to the bar counter. His tall figure was outlined in a sharp silhouette by the warm yellow light.
Coffee or tea?
Su Ruan's gaze followed his retreating figure.
"The boss personally serves me? I'm flattered."
"Overtime benefits."
He had his back to her, and the sound of running water could be heard.
"select."
Su Ruan rested her chin on her hand, watching his tall figure bustling about in the warm light.
"What would you like to drink, Mr. Yan?"
"Pu'er".
“Then I’ll have Pu’er too.”
Her voice was deliberately soft.
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do; follow the boss's taste."
Yan Tingnan lowered his eyes and washed the tea, his movements fluid and graceful.
The tea is poured into a white porcelain cup, and its refreshing aroma spreads.
He returned with two cups of tea, placing one beside her.
"Make changes first."
He sat down, picked up his glass, and took a sip.
His gaze returned to the computer screen, and his tone returned to its usual coldness.
Ask me if you have any questions.
Su Ruan typed the first word on the keyboard.
The only sound in the air was the soft patter of raindrops hitting the glass.
His cool, refreshing scent seemed to linger around me, more unsettling than alcohol.
Time flowed slowly amidst the sounds of keyboard clicks and rain.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights blurred in the rain, obscuring the boundaries.
Yan Tingnan leaned back in the sofa chair, his gaze falling on her slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips.
The document cursor jumped, reflecting her focused profile.
For two hours, aside from asking necessary professional questions, she didn't say a single unnecessary word.
Her businesslike, meticulous manner was so aloof and irritating.
"President Yan."
She suddenly spoke, breaking the stagnation in the work atmosphere.
Yan Tingnan raised her eyes, her gaze behind her gold-rimmed glasses calm and serene.
"Um?"
"The annotations for the layout of this exhibition area are a bit blurry. Would it be convenient for you to come over and confirm them?"
Yan Tingnan stubbed out his cigarette and walked over.
He leaned over, resting his left hand on the edge of the table, and tapped the touchpad over her shoulder with his right.
Su Ruan felt a numbness in the back of her neck and straightened her back.
"here."
He pointed to the spot she had just marked.
"It needs to be changed."
"This interaction design is logically redundant."
Su Ruan stared at his slender fingers on the screen, her throat tightening.
She suddenly turned around.
Her nose brushed against his Adam's apple, sending a shiver down her spine.
"With you so close, it's hard for me not to be distracted."
She pointed to their almost touching position.
Yan Tingnan's eyes darkened, and instead of retreating, they lowered even further.
"I thought Assistant Su was very good at resisting interference."
Su Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and she subtly moved half an inch to the side.
"Mr. Yan, the level of interference you've encountered is beyond the scope of this question..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Shengsheng's WeChat profile picture started flashing wildly in the lower right corner of the computer screen.
Su Ruan's eyelids twitched, sensing something was wrong.
The ancestor sent out this message at this time; it can't be anything good!
Yan Tingnan glanced at the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Quite busy with work."
"Not as good as President Yan."
She reached out to turn off the WeChat notification on her computer, but her finger slipped and, as if by some strange impulse, opened the chat window.
The screen was suddenly filled with vulgar and offensive language, laid bare between the two of them!
[Sisters! How's the battle going?! Have you finished yet?]
[Is Master Yan's waist strength impressive? How many times did he climax?]
[Seeking details! Sisters, I'm starving!]
"..."
The air froze instantly.
Su Ruan's mind went blank, and her blood rushed to her head.
It's over! It's all over!
This social death scene came completely out of the blue!
Su Ruan slammed her laptop shut, wishing she could disappear on the spot!
Yan Tingnan's hand, which was resting on the edge of the table, did not move. His gaze slowly shifted from the screen to her burning ears.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yan."
Her voice was strained, and she forced a smile.
"My friend is drunk and talking nonsense, please don't take it seriously."
Su Ruan's palms were slightly damp, and she felt her composure crumbling inch by inch under his silent gaze.
Finally, he spoke.
"It seems that Assistant Su's friend had too high expectations for the overtime work."
His gaze swept over the closed laptop, his expression suggestive.
Su Ruan: "..."
This man! His sharp tongue is deadly!
She took a deep breath, suppressing the embarrassment in her heart and the tiny flame ignited by his gaze.
"General Manager Yan's guidance was professional and rigorous, and I benefited greatly from it."
"My friend has a vivid imagination."
“Let’s continue working. I think this interaction logic can be optimized like this…”
Her fingertips returned to the touchpad.
Just then, a thunderclap boomed outside the window.
The raindrops pounded against the French windows, like a countdown.
"We'll work on the plan tomorrow."
Yan Tingnan suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep, interrupting her efforts to forcefully pull things back on track.
"Now, go take a shower."
Su Ruan looked up abruptly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with astonishment.
"bath?"
"I'll stay here tonight."
He straightened up, and the oppressive feeling subsided slightly, but his presence still enveloped her.
Su Ruan felt a tingling sensation on the tip of her ear.
That tone...
Is it an order or an invitation?
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