President, the wife doesn't love you anymore (Part 2) "I thought you...
The next day, I returned to the company.
As usual, I took the coffee from the table and read the latest branch company news handed to me by my assistant.
After flipping it twice, he paused, "Ghost power plant?"
What the hell is this name?
I looked at the date of establishment and it was only in the last six months.
Why did I choose such an unlucky name?
...I can’t remember.
I have had a photographic memory since I was a child. I have worked for more than 300 companies, and I can remember clearly every employee I have met. I even remember the name of the Husky that was secretly brought to the company by an employee. When the Husky saw the department manager eating snail noodles, he thought he had met a fellow Husky and happily bit the manager's butt.
How could I not remember anything about this company?
I flipped through the pages and found that there were many companies with similar selectively blurred memories.
Space Car Group, Intelligent Brain R&D Company, VR Game Department, Human-Ghost Communication Center, Nano Robot R&D Center...
I can't even remember what happened when these companies were founded, which are now thriving and creating wealth for me.
Like - my fiancée.
interesting.
I tapped my pen on the table and said, "Assistant, please book two tickets for the concert this afternoon."
There was no response from the assistant.
I turned my head to look and saw the assistant marking the itinerary. He smiled and said, "Okay, President."
Everything was normal, as if the pause just now was just my illusion.
…
Since the last time I celebrated my fiancée’s birthday, I’ve been communicating with her more often.
I don't know why I treated her so coldly before, but now that she has become my fiancée, I should give her enough face both from the perspective of interests and responsibilities.
What's more, my fiancée seems to have a lot of little secrets.
The car stopped in front of the door.
This time the waiting time seemed a bit long, more than half an hour, before my fiancée finally arrived.
She looked a little disheveled today. Her originally delicate makeup and well-groomed hairstyle were a little messy. There was a small abrasion on the back of her hand that had not been treated. Her skin was white, so the abrasion was particularly obvious.
I frowned.
She apologized profusely.
"Sorry! I accidentally fell and broke the vase. It took me a long time to clean it up..."
I told the driver to drive, "To the hospital."
She looked at me anxiously, "I'm fine, let's go to the concert first. The concert time has passed."
"Go check on your injury first."
She said she didn't like the feeling of having someone else living in the house, so she didn't hire a housekeeper, nanny, or family doctor, and if she got injured, there was no way to treat her in time.
"Next time you don't have to clean it up yourself, just call the cleaning department."
She pursed her lips and said, "But, that's the vase you gave me."
"If you like I can give you another one, no need to hurt yourself."
She opened her lips and teeth, and after a while she said, "Aren't you going to the concert?"
"Do you want to go and see it?"
"Secretary, invite today's people to hold another event tomorrow and reserve the venue."
"Got it, President."
I said to my fiancée, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."
She didn't say anything, her cheeks were slightly red, and there was a layer of water in her eyes.
So moved that you cried?
I feel like she isn't very happy.
When they arrived at the private hospital under my name, the director saw that I was personally seeing the person off and quickly welcomed the person in.
Seven or eight doctors rushed over.
After a moment, the head dean took off his gloves and shook his head with a heavy expression, "It's too late. There's nothing we can do."
Frowning, "What? Seriously?"
"No, mainly, the wound has healed."
…
Since then, my fiancée probably felt more secure and relaxed a lot in front of me. She also learned to take the initiative to make requests.
"Can I be your date for dinner tonight?"
"I want to ask the master who just won the Global Design Gold Award to design a dress for me, is that okay?"
“Can we go to the island for the weekend?”
"Can you stay tonight?"
I agreed to all of them except the last one.
The bed in the villa is too small.
I have clearly transferred several estates to my fiancée, but she only prefers this villa. She said she doesn't like money and has no interest in money. A small villa is enough for her and she doesn't need the smell of money to contaminate her life.
She said she prefers nature, and pruning branches, playing the piano and painting among the flowers every day is enough for her.
Excessive material abundance will always lead to spiritual poverty.
That night, after attending the dinner, I sent her back to the villa as usual.
I was ready to leave only after I saw the lights in the villa turned on.
Just as I was about to leave, my secretary called.
"Boss, I received the fist-sized pearl you requested."
"Should it be sent to your office, or directly to your fiancée?"
I checked the time. It was still early. "Send it to the villa. I'm downstairs."
My fiancée had once marveled at a pearl the size of a ping-pong ball in a jewelry display case, so I asked someone to buy me a fist-sized one.
Creating a little surprise is also what a qualified fiancé should do.
Besides, the work is done by my subordinates and it doesn’t take much time.
Ten minutes later, the pearl was delivered to my hands.
The pearl, the size of a woman's fist, was shrouded in a warm halo.
Because it is so big, it is not too round, but it has a different kind of beauty.
I dragged Pearl and walked into the villa gate.
My fiancée wasn't around, but I did hear voices in the kitchen.
On the phone?
In the empty room, the fiancée's voice was very clear. I didn't know what she was busy with. The phone was on loudspeaker and there was a man's voice on the other end of the line.
"I really can't do it anymore, really, you have to help me."
What's the problem? Why don't you tell me?
My fiancée's tone is a little different from usual.
"I'm telling you the truth, it's too difficult to handle. I can't follow the script at all."
"I didn't say before that the president is a wife-loving maniac, right? When facing a fiancee who has no feelings for him, shouldn't he say coldly, 'Woman, we are just getting married, don't have any inappropriate thoughts'? Why does he agree to whatever I ask for?"
"My character is a rose that is willing to break its thorns for love. How aggrieved I was at first, how happy I was when the president chased me and begged me. Now the president is obedient to me, and I haven't felt any grievance at all. How will the plot go later???"
Does doing some of your responsibilities mean you are a wife-loving man?
Follow the plot?
My head aches slightly.
The male voice on the other end of the line said, "Isn't that great?"
"At worst, you can just switch from the crematorium to a sweet job, get married first and then fall in love. Anyway, as long as you can conquer her..."
"The problem is there's no strategy!"
The fiancée's voice sounded very broken. Before the other party could finish speaking, she interrupted her and said, "He obeyed me in everything. He gave me status, money, and company when I asked for it, but my progress in the strategy game didn't increase at all!"
"He has zero affection for me!"
"Is this the fucking equivalent of 'You can have my money, but don't have my heart'?"
"I can't find any reason to wake up and turn hostile. If I were to act unreasonably, I would no longer be the rose that has suffered so much injustice. I would be a troublemaker!"
"...This is going to be difficult. This is indeed a world that has lost so many conquerors."
"So you must help me!"
"Of course, I am your system, so I must help you. How can I help you?"
"You go and be intimate with him, I'll catch you and make him stay away from you."
"He has no affection for me at all, and he is a well-known cold-blooded, dictatorial and overbearing boss. He will definitely not be happy to hear my tone, let alone explain. I can slowly accumulate disappointment and finally break up with him. At this time, you can dump him and hurt him badly, so that he will remember my kindness."
"What you can't have is the best. Maybe his affection for me doesn't increase because he doesn't realize how important I am to him. He has been more considerate than all my exes during this period. It must be because he has me in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't be so nice to me."
appropriate?
I only use one-tenth of the energy my father puts into my mother.
She was just fulfilling her duties as a fiancé, but she was said to be doing it properly. It seems that her previous boyfriend was not that good.
I left quietly.
From beginning to end, she didn't notice me.
Probably because she and I are the only ones who have the key to the villa.
She never expected that I would come back just to give her a surprise.
Really interesting.
"Raiders", huh?
She herself said that I treated her very well, so why didn't she think of the possibility that I prepared a surprise for her?
Just because her guide said that I am a [cold-blooded], [dictatorial] and [domineering] man?
What a high-handed lookout.
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company.
Today my nephew said he wanted to try out the VR version of "World".
I sat in the boss chair, reading last month's financial report while waiting for someone.
It’s almost noon, and I plan to try the dishes in the cafeteria today.
I sent my assistant to the branch office to handle some work, so I asked my personal secretary to come over.
It was a strange woman who came in.
The secretary uniform the woman was wearing looked very indecent. The skirt was much shorter than normal and the top was tight, revealing her breasts.
She stood in front of me and said, "Boss, I'm the new secretary, number five."
This voice was the same one that I had with my fiancée that night.
Who recruited her?
Why didn’t the Secretary-General bring the person to me for review first?
This feeling of déjà vu...
I don’t know why, but I always feel that the position of [Secretary No. 5] is unlucky and makes me uncomfortable.
I frowned slightly. "Company regulations prohibit wearing ill-fitting clothes. Didn't the secretary general teach you that?"
Number Five pursed his lips and whispered, "Okay, President, I'll go change it in a moment."
Quite well-behaved.
Thinking of this, she suddenly took a step closer and said, "Boss, please have some coffee first."
She came over, but then she stumbled and splashed the coffee on me.
I knew that number five was an unlucky position!
I pushed the ground hard, trying to get the chair to carry me backwards, but she sat on my legs instead, and the cup of coffee spilled perfectly on my clothes.
After my shirt turned into a rag, my brain buzzed, and the foggy barrier suddenly dissipated, and I remembered everything that had happened before.
Good, very good!
What else do I not understand now? This secretary is my fiancée’s system!
My weird fiancée is the new capture!
This raider was even more powerful than the last one, and he directly rewrote my memory, making me think that I had a fiancée.
This system is also special. It transforms into a human form and contacts the attackers by phone, so the detector does not respond.
If I'm not mistaken, according to my fiancée's "script", it's her turn to act out the plot.
At this moment, a figure flashed through the gap in the door that was not closed tightly.
I simply pulled off my tie and said, "Go change your clothes, then go to the cafeteria to get food."
"OK."
Number Five turned and left, leaving no one behind the door.
Not long after, there was a gentle knock on the office door.
"Come in."
Great, my fiancée is here.
She walked up, holding a lunch box in her hand, and said softly, "I'll bring you food."
I found it very interesting that she seemed to be hesitant to speak, so I asked her, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood today?"
The fiancée's eyes were filled with three parts worry, three parts anxiety, and four parts sadness.
She hesitated for a long time before asking, "Who was that woman just now?"
"It's my secretary."
"secretary?"
She looked unconvinced.
Very normal.
If a serious secretary were to dress like that, she would bring shame to my company if she walked out.
But she bit her lower lip and forced a smile, "Yeah."
It looks like he is going to "put himself in a difficult position" just to follow the plot.
My fiancée, how could I let you suffer?
I didn't answer, but called the HR manager directly, "New secretary number five, dismissed."
"Okay, President."
In just ten seconds, Number Five was fired.
The fiancée was stunned.
“Wait…”
I gave her a devilish smile and blocked her mouth, "Don't worry, I won't let my woman suffer any injustice."
Then he turned to the manager and asked, "Where is the secretary general? Didn't he teach the people this time?"
"Well... I heard that he has gone to the toilet for the fifth time today. He has severe diarrhea. Several of the current personal secretaries have diarrhea, so they have to let the newcomer take over."
Such a familiar saying.
The limited edition skin of the Secretary Squad - [Sneak Squad], is on sale again.
Everything happened so quickly that by the time the fiancée realized what was happening, it was already a done deal.
She stammered and waved her hands, "I, that's not what I meant. Don't fire people for no reason because of me."
Her expression was flustered and confused, confused and painful, painful and angry, and angry and mad. I guess she paid a heavy price to get the system to me.
I wanted to see if she had any tricks up her sleeve, so I deliberately said, "The orders I gave will not be changed."
She thought quickly and angrily said to me, "Are you the kind of person who only cares about yourself and doesn't consider other people's feelings at all?"
"I misjudged you! I thought you were different from other rich people, but I didn't expect you to smell like money. I misjudged you!"
"Let's break off the engagement!"
She turned and left.
Just passed by number five.
The system that dutifully assisted its host even gave her host a provocative look in order to play the role of a woman trying to seduce me, not noticing her master's collapse.
Number Five put the food on my table.
This time she changed into normal clothes.
After she removed the heavy makeup on her face, her eyes and eyebrows were very pure and beautiful, and she looked very young.
She didn't know yet that she was going to be fired. I asked her to put down her meal and go to the human resources department to wait for her file to be transferred, but she left without knowing why.
Then, my nephew arrived.
I didn't eat the food on the table.
I have no intention of touching anything that has passed through their hands.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"Not yet, uncle."
I stood up and said, "Come on, go eat with me."
But my nephew came up to me like a sneaky husky.
"Uncle, let me ask you something."
"Um, your new secretary, does she have a boyfriend?"
I raised my eyebrows, "What?"
He scratched his head embarrassedly and covered his chest.
"We just met on the road and chatted for a while. She knows a lot. I admire her very much and want to get to know her."
Looking at the slightly red tips of my nephew's ears, I understood.
This is my nephew finally coming out of the shadow of his last relationship.
The last time was when I had an online romance with a crossdresser and it went wrong.
This time it’s…
Um?
Wait, do systems have genders?
Why do I remember that when my fiancée was talking to the system that night, the system used a male voice?
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