Lin Congzhi had been waiting for these words, and in an instant, his violent expression turned into one of great joy: "If you dare to do it, then so be it."
Witnessing this change, Jiang Yimei's beautiful face turned greener than an unripe lemon.
Lin Congzhi actually set a trap for her, it's simply intolerable: "You..."
The moment her fingertip pointed at Lin Congzhi, Lin Congzhi leaned back lazily, his eyes arrogant and his tone domineering: "You need to be careful about your current situation. The position of secretary is one you can only dream of."
Jiang Yimei understood what Lin Congzhi meant; he simply wanted her to be his secretary for life, which she found difficult to do. So she laid it on the table: "I just want to know if I can go back to being a salesperson in the future."
Lin Congzhi's lips twitched, his expression one of extreme bitterness.
Many people would fight tooth and nail to become his secretary, but Jiang Yimei was given the job, and she was extremely unwilling to accept it.
She's a stubborn girl, so we need to give her some leeway: "If you do well, I can let you go back to being a salesperson."
Lin Congzhi's words were full of traps, and having suffered from them time and time again, she had to be cautious again and again: "What is your standard for doing well?"
"Of course, it's your work attitude, service attitude, and..." Lin Congzhi got up from the chair, leaned forward, and with a teasing and playful look, met Jiang Yimei's slightly uneasy yet charming eyes. He finished the sentence with a sense of satisfaction: "Your obedience must satisfy me."
"Lin Congzhi, don't push your luck!"
Jiang Yimei instantly flew into a rage, wishing she could tear Lin Congzhi's provocative and mocking face apart.
His obedient attitude meant that she could only act according to his wishes from now on, which she could never agree to.
"I'm pushing my luck? You were the one who asked to come back to the company, and you were the one who asked to be a salesperson. Now you're saying I'm pushing my luck? Jiang Yimei, don't you think you're being very domineering?"
Lin Congzhi asked with absolute certainty, his eyes filled with a terrifyingly gloomy darkness.
"I……"
After being criticized like this, Jiang Yimei felt that the problem lay with her.
If she doesn't ask Lin Congzhi for help, wouldn't all these things be resolved?
Since you've chosen to return to the company, you should have expected to be bullied, controlled, and disciplined by Lin Congzhi.
With that in mind, the matter was easily resolved; there were only two choices: leave or obey orders.
She is currently unemployed, and with this family crisis, she urgently needs money to make ends meet. However, can she really fulfill Lin Congzhi's request to the best of her ability?
She was unsure.
During this intense psychological battle, Lin Congzhi was also in a bad mood.
Although he appeared calm and composed on the surface, he was actually quite anxious and worried inside.
He wasn't sure if Jiang Yimei, who hated him to the core, would accept his difficult demands.
"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"
After much internal struggle, Jiang Yimei lowered her eyes, her pretty face darkened, and she said dejectedly, "Fine! I promise you!"
She still lost, defeated by reality, and was forced to be controlled by the devil.
Lin Congzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense and calm expression on his face immediately relaxed.
When the enemy's morale is low and they are disheartened, one must not be complacent, otherwise it will only backfire; so he calmly said, "Go sit over there."
Jiang Yimei felt embarrassed when the matter was brought up.
How is she supposed to sit in that massage chair? What is she supposed to sit on? Shouldn't she be sitting in an office chair at work?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
