What are you doing here?

  The following days were spent in a state of high excitement, oscillating between thrill and even greater thrill. Although Lin Yue was still being ambiguous towards me, at least the card in my hand was real.

  I got myself a few new outfits for work, and when I went shopping with Junko, she was amazed by my generosity, but that Google guy who followed us around like a human ATM still made me feel embarrassed from head to toe.

  Is love really so wonderful? Or is spending money a direct way to filter out worries.

  I'm more inclined towards the latter.

  Three days later, the wound on my head had fully healed, and it was also the day I had agreed with Si Da to start my sunny white-collar life. My mom and Uncle Lin were both delighted about this matter, while Lin Yue remained traditional and didn't express any opinion.

  The first day of formal reporting, I was abused both mentally and physically. The legendary senior who went on a business trip was not there, and the temporary person in charge was a little demon named Vivian, no, it should be an old monster.

  The old demon beast is not actually old, but she has high seniority in the company. Although she's just a special assistant, she's almost like the second-in-command. She looked at me with dissatisfaction from the very beginning, and with a disdainful tone, she picked at my new Versace dress with her slender fingers, "Don't let me see you dressing up like a colorful lantern again."

  My nerves at the temple jumped violently, "This is new! Versace! European sculpture style!"

  "Hmm." Vivian raised an eyebrow and curled up the corner of her mouth, looking particularly arrogant. "Then please go to Europe to move bricks, oh no, sculptures!"

  The narrow corridor outside the conference room was filled with the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, Vivian opened the door and several eavesdropping girls were so scared that they almost fainted.

  "Don't want to work? Go find the finance department and settle your breach of contract compensation now!"

  Being fired and having to pay back money, this time Si Datong really sent me into a fascist dictatorship with no human rights in a black-hearted company.

  I was caught by Vivian while I was smiling secretly, she stopped her AOE and was about to launch the second wave of attack on me when my Vertu phone in my pocket suddenly rang loudly.

  My god, this old monster is quite something.

  "Yes." Vivian gave me a sidelong glance, looked down at the file in her hand, and nodded solemnly into the phone, "I understand. I'll let her into the General Affairs Department."

  In this way, I inexplicably offended a senior colleague whom I had never met before and was banished to the cold palace on my first day of formal reporting.

  The General Affairs Department is commonly known as the Logistics Department. My only colleague was a woman in her late 30s, and as soon as I entered the office, I saw her gloomily opening a bottle of menopause medication.

  I'm actually not afraid of her premature aging, I'm afraid of this company's magical power that makes people age prematurely.

  What's even more unbelievable is that I hadn't even started to understand my job content yet, when the forty-year-old sister had already swaggered into Vivian's office with a resignation letter and a dozen checks.

  She resigned and left me with half a bottle of Chingyuan An, the plot is even more unbelievable than the curse. From then on, I was the only employee in the General Affairs Department.

  My understanding of the General Affairs Department's work is very simple, monotonous and uncreative. To put it in detail, it's like being a nanny, driver, bodyguard, cleaner, and security guard all rolled into one, just waiting for orders at all times. The advantage of this position is that you basically don't need to use your brain, so there's little chance of making mistakes. But looking at the half-bottle of menstrual pads that Vivian ruthlessly threw away, I still dare not slack off easily.

  I was biting my pen and getting ready to sneak a peek at the photo of that senior colleague on the company intranet when a young man with a strong back and broad waist suddenly walked into the office.

  "Go change the water in the rest room!"

  I followed him to the rest room, opened my mouth to take a look at the large water bucket next to the water dispenser, and then looked at the helpless girl in the mirror.

  Normally, that bucket of water wouldn't be a problem for me, but I've been feeling unwell since this morning. As soon as I picked up the bucket and struggled to stand up, I felt dizzy and my legs went weak. I put the bucket back down and squatted on the ground, panting heavily.

  Suddenly a hand from behind pulled me up.

  "Xi, what are you doing here?"