I transmigrated into a book, becoming a gorgeous but insignificant background character. My husband is the CEO's Special Assistant, a character unworthy of even a name in this melodramatic CEO romance novel. At this very moment, I'm making a scene about divorcing him. The reason? He knows the male lead's likes and dislikes like the back of his hand but doesn't even know I'm allergic to cooling oil! 1 I carefully sorted through the plot in my mind. This is an old-school CEO romance novel. The male and female leads will go through a series of melodramatic plots involving physical and emotional abuse, organ harvesting, running away while pregnant, and finally achieve a Happy Ending. And the original owner's husband's job includes but is not limited to— Investigating the female lead's background for the male lead; Selecting gifts for the female lead on behalf of the male lead; Recounting the male lead's tragic childhood to the female lead; And conducting DNA paternity tests for the male lead and his son. Such tool characters share a common name—CEO's Special Assistant. And I am the special assistant's arranged fiancée, with whom he shares no emotional foundation. 2 "Mr. Zhang... Assistant." I called out to stop the man who was currently signing the divorce agreement. He is rich and handsome, busy with work and rarely home, with simple family relations and no mother-in-law issues. Moreover, he is on the front line of all the gossip! The decision to divorce was really made too hastily. "Mr. Zhang... Assistant, do you really want to divorce me?" I covered my face with both hands, lowered my head, and asked in a choked voice. Dead silence. I spread my fingers and peeked at him through the gaps, meeting his staring gaze directly. He sighed lightly: "You proposed the divorce. I'm just respecting your wishes." I was choked speechless for a moment. He said softly again: "You've been sarcastically calling me 'Assistant' all day. I thought you had some opinion about my job." Uh... I awkwardly flipped through the divorce agreement, glimpsed his name, and quickly looked up. "Ethan... Zhang." Honestly, I thought his name was just Assistant Zhang. He didn't react, so I had to continue maintaining my spoiled persona. "I just wish you would pay a little more attention to me. You know what ties your boss loves to wear, what brand of necklaces his wife likes, but you don't know I'm allergic to cooling oil!" "As a husband, you should at least know what I like and dislike. When is my birthday? When is our wedding anniversary?" "You know your boss's wife better than you know me!" Still silence. Did I overact? "I don't really want a divorce." I muttered softly with my head down. Feeling the person in front of me stand up, I looked up at him. "Like I said, I respect your wishes." After speaking, he tore up the divorce agreement in his hand, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the entrance. "Then what are you doing? Separating from me?" I didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to; stupid words popped out without thinking. He paused, and I felt I could see obvious helplessness and some unspeakable embarrassment in his figure. "... The boss's wife is missing. The boss asked me to investigate her whereabouts." Ah... running away while pregnant... the plot progresses unexpectedly fast. 3 After Ethan Zhang left, I had nothing to do, so I walked around the house. A large flat in the city center; obviously, his boss is quite generous. The kitchen is fully equipped, and the fruits, vegetables, and ingredients in the refrigerator are categorized. The balcony is full of green plants, and there are different kinds of flower arrangements on the dining table and bar counter, obviously carefully tended by the owner. It seems the original owner was someone who knew how to live. But I don't know anything! In terms of cooking, I only know how to boil frozen food. In terms of plants, I can't even keep succulents alive! Not wanting to be caught as an alien, I quickly searched online for "dishes suitable for beginners." Tomato scrambled eggs and hot and sour shredded potatoes are not bad. The first two dishes I made could only be described as cooked. Fortunately, with experience, I quickly got the hang of it. Not wanting to wash dishes after eating, I lay on the sofa watching a drama, thinking I would clean up the mess after finishing this episode. The plot was too dull, not as exciting as the grudges and entanglements between the CEO and his little wife, so I fell asleep quickly. When I woke up, it was completely dark, and I was covered with a blanket. I looked around; the study door was closed, with only a sliver of light coming through the crack. I went over and knocked on the door. "Come in." Opening the door, Ethan Zhang was lowering his head to take off his glasses and put them on the table. "Hungry?" He asked as he walked towards me. I shook my head. He walked up to me, held my shoulders with both hands, turned me around, and pushed me out of the study. "I saw you sleeping and was afraid cooking would wake you up." He said while rolling up his sleeves. "Is Coke chicken wings and garlic lettuce okay for today?" I followed him to the kitchen, only to find that my "crime scene" had been cleaned up by him. He noticed my gaze and smiled: "Why did you suddenly think of cooking? I tasted it; it was pretty good." Watching his skilled movements of tying the apron and lighting the stove, even a fool would realize that the original owner wasn't the one who usually cooked. I smiled embarrassedly: "Just... on a whim." He stopped talking. Watching his busy figure, I spoke again: "Do you need my help?" Actually, I was just being polite, but he looked back at me in surprise, then stepped aside to make room on the counter. "Wash the lettuce." I stepped forward obediently, my movements slightly clumsy. His hands didn't stop, but there was an obvious smile in his voice: "You seem like a different person today. You never did these things before." Alarm bells rang in my head. "I reflected on myself. Marriage is a matter for two people. I can't just ask you to change for me; I should also do something." After speaking, I looked up to observe his reaction and met his gaze again. That gaze was heavy, containing things I couldn't understand, only making me feel uneasy. "Isn't that right?" I didn't even dare to speak loudly, asking softly. He lowered his head and continued to handle the chicken wings, his hands moving noticeably faster. "Yes. You're right." 4 Still not wanting to wash dishes, I fled into the bedroom early after dinner. I observed in the afternoon that the original owner and Ethan Zhang slept in separate bedrooms. So when I came out of the bathroom and saw him cleaning the closet, I was almost speechless. "What are you doing?" "You said you wanted to manage our marriage well. I thought we didn't need to sleep in separate rooms anymore." He closed the closet door and looked back at me. His dark eyes held a look I was familiar with. I didn't understand before, but at this moment, I suddenly understood. I swallowed nervously. He walked over and patted my head: "Or did I misunderstand?" Honestly speaking, with my years of drama-watching experience, Ethan Zhang's configuration is completely fit to play the CEO himself. I nodded: "Yes, everything you said is correct." In a trance, I seemed to understand why Ethan Zhang could tolerate the original owner for so long. Because I have a setting that is very much not a background character—a stunning beauty. So Ethan Zhang is actually a big pervert?! 5 In the middle of the night, Ethan Zhang was called out by a phone call and didn't return until dawn. I was sleeping groggily but still smelled the alcohol on him. "You went drinking?" I was subconsciously irritable. He moved away from me: "The boss's wife left, and the boss is drowning his sorrows in alcohol." I frowned: "Does he have no friends?" He smiled awkwardly and didn't answer my question: "I'm going to take a shower." Breakfast was pork potstickers, pumpkin milk paste, and a boiled egg. At the table, he asked me how my job search was going. With the original owner's education, naturally, I hit walls everywhere. I proposed preparing for graduate school exams, and after his surprise, he expressed support. "You must have had good grades when you were in school, right? Do you have any exam preparation experience to pass on to me?" With the major mismatch and the fact that he had been working for years, I just said it casually and didn't expect him to really say anything useful. Unexpectedly, he pushed up his glasses: "I was recommended for admission (without exams)." ...Okay then.
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