At a high-level executive meeting, Ethan Fu’s newly hired assistant threw a whole cup of bubble tea in my face. “You, the slacker who just hides in the office playing video games all day, dare to question my proposal?” “I hereby announce you’re fired. Get out!” I calmly stood up, wiped the liquid from my face, and looked at Ethan Fu. He frowned, deliberately avoiding my gaze, choosing silence. I smiled, pulled out my phone. “Dad, did you hear that?” “They told me to scram.” Chapter 1 1 It was Monday, and I was deep in a gaming session when the office door suddenly knocked. “Ms. Lynn, Assistant Winnie is calling all managers to the main conference room in ten minutes.” Jess, from Administration, stood at the doorway, sounding rushed. I didn’t look up, my fingers flying over the keyboard. “Nope. Not going. No time.” In the six months since I joined the company, I hadn’t attended a single meeting. Not because I didn’t have to, but because I didn't want to. “But...” Jess hesitated. “Assistant Winnie specifically said no one can be absent today. She said it was Mr. Fu’s order.” My fingers paused. My game character was instantly killed by the BOSS. As the screen went gray, I cursed silently and closed my laptop. When I arrived at the conference room, it was already packed. Several people gave me strange looks, whispering to each other. “Why is Manager Lynn here?” “Doesn’t she skip every meeting?” “Who knows? Assistant Winnie must have insisted.” “Winnie’s always been picking fights with her. I bet there’s drama today.” ... I ignored the gossip, picked the seat furthest in the corner, and pulled out my phone to continue the game. Ethan Fu and Winnie Mian-mian finally arrived thirty minutes late. Winnie was clutching a stack of files, a smug, satisfied smile on her face. “Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this meeting.” Ethan Fu scanned the room. His gaze landed on me for less than a second before moving on. “Today, Assistant Winnie has an important proposal to announce to everyone.” Winnie cleared her throat and began droning on about her “revolutionary” marketing plan. I played my game, half-listening, and the more I heard, the more ridiculous it sounded. The budget was insane, and the plan didn’t match our company’s market positioning at all. “...Therefore, I believe we should immediately invest eighty million dollars to dominate the high-end market in three months!” Winnie concluded passionately. A sparse round of applause filled the room. I couldn’t hold back. Without looking up from my phone, I said, “Spending eighty million on meaningless exposure? You might as well throw the money off the company roof. That would generate more buzz and traffic.” The conference room went silent. Ethan Fu frowned. “What did you say?” Winnie’s voice spiked. I finally looked up and said slowly. “I said your plan is full of holes.” “First, the target customer group is wrong.” “Second, the distribution channel is inappropriate.” “Finally, the ROI calculation method is fundamentally flawed.” “That twenty million you plan to spend is basically flushing cash down the toilet.” “No, wait. Flushing cash makes a noise, at least.” Winnie’s face turned scarlet. She grabbed the bubble tea on the table and rushed over to me. “You, the slacker who just hides in the office playing video games all day, dare to question my proposal?” She practically screamed it. Then. Splash! The entire cup of bubble tea hit my face. The liquid streamed down my cheeks, staining my white dress brown. The conference room was dead silent. Everyone held their breath. “Skye Lin! I, as the CEO’s assistant, announce you are fired! Get out!” Chapter 2 2 Winnie looked down at me from above. I slowly stood up, pulled out a handkerchief, and methodically wiped the mess from my face. Then I looked at Ethan Fu. He frowned, then avoided my gaze, choosing silence. I suddenly smiled. I spoke into my phone, which was on speakerphone: “Dad, did you hear that?” “They told me to scram.” The other end was silent for two seconds. Then a low, powerful voice answered. “Got it. I’ll make the arrangements.” The reason I took this job was entirely because of a marriage contract signed by my grandfather. Ethan Fu was my fiancé. I hate arranged marriages, but my dad guilt-tripped me, practically using filial piety as a weapon. I had no choice but to agree. To deepen our relationship, my dad insisted I join Fu Corp. In the six months I worked for my fiancé, even though I played games all day, looking like a total slacker. Behind the scenes, I was leveraging my own resources to make the company’s performance soar, even pushing for its IPO. Fu Corp became a star company overnight, and Ethan Fu made the city’s rich list. Despite helping him immensely, we rarely talked. In our few mandatory dates, I learned that he only knew I was his arranged fiancée. He had no idea who I truly was. ...... I sat back down in my chair, picked up my phone, and resumed the game that was interrupted. My fingers flew across the screen. I acted as if the tension in the conference room had nothing to do with me. Winnie’s face went from red to green. She clearly didn’t expect me to ignore her authority. She slammed her hand on the table. Her voice was sharp. “Skye Lin! What do you think this is?” “Everyone here is focused on the meeting, and you’re playing a game?” I sneered, “I’ve already hit my annual performance goal. Why can’t I play a game?” “If you don’t get out now, I’m calling security!” I didn’t even look up. “Go ahead.” The other executives exchanged uneasy glances. Some pretended to check files; others secretly watched Ethan Fu, waiting for his reaction. Ethan Fu finally stood up. He was dressed in a sharp black suit. His expression was cold and stern. He looked at me, his eyes filled with impatience and indifference. “Skye Lin, your performance is good.” His voice was calm but carried undeniable authority. “But this is the company, not your home.” “Please leave the conference room immediately and stop disrupting the meeting.” My fingers paused. My character died again. I looked up, met his gaze, and curved my lips into a playful smile. “Mr. Fu, are you sure you want to kick me out?” Ethan Fu frowned, his tone even colder. “I won’t repeat myself. If you have any professional ethics, you should know where the line is.” “What if I don’t want to leave?” “Then don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Seeing Ethan Fu on her side, Winnie grew bolder. She rushed over and slapped my phone from my hand. “Smash!” The phone hit the floor, the screen shattering into a spiderweb pattern. “Skye Lin, stop pushing your luck!” She grabbed my collar and yanked me up. “Mr. Fu told you to leave. What are you doing still sitting here? Get out!” From the day she became the assistant, Winnie had hated me. Once, when I passed the CEO’s office, I heard her pontificating, “Mr. Fu, the company isn’t a charity. It’s unfair to the other employees to spend so much money on a slacker who just plays games all day.” Her voice was low, but loud enough for me to hear outside. Ethan Fu didn't reply. But through the window, I saw him pause while flipping a file. After that, Winnie only got worse. She started “casually” mentioning my “great achievements” in department meetings. “Some people get a huge salary but don’t even attend meetings. I wonder if they’re here to work or on vacation.” Gossip about me spread through the company. Some said I was a spoiled rich girl who used connections. Others said I slept in my office all day. Some even started betting on when I’d be fired. I knew all of it. I just didn’t care. Chapter 3 3 But the more I ignored her, the more entitled she became. This time, she seized the opportunity and acted completely unhinged. I wasn’t going to tolerate it. I grabbed her wrist and twisted hard. “Ah!” Winnie cried out in pain and instinctively released my collar. As she pulled away, her arm slammed into the edge of the conference table. Her expensive watch hit the solid wood with a sharp clink. She stumbled back, looked down, and her face went white. The face of her pricey Patek Philippe watch had a clear scratch, glaring under the light. “You... you...” She raised her trembling wrist, her eyes blazing with fury. “Skye Lin, do you know how much this watch is?” “It was a birthday gift from Mr. Fu! It cost eight hundred thousand dollars!” I slowly straightened my wrinkled collar. “You stumbled. Whose fault is that?” “Skye Lin!” Ethan Fu finally roared. “That’s enough!” “You’re disrupting the meeting, and now you’ve deliberately damaged someone else’s property.” “As the CEO, I officially inform you that you are fired.” “Now, collect your things and leave the company immediately!” Winnie screamed, “Mr. Fu, don’t let her off the hook! She has to pay for the watch!” The conference room was silent. Everyone looked at me with pity or schadenfreude, waiting for the show to begin. “Fine, I’ll pay.” “Eight hundred thousand, right?” I bent down to pick up my broken phone. The screen was cracked, but it still worked. I dialed a number, about to speak, when Winnie sneered, “Eight hundred thousand? It’s eight million!” I paused and looked at her. “Are you sure?” “I’m absolutely sure!” Winnie said haughtily. “A gift from Mr. Fu is priceless! Saying eight million is already letting you off easy!” “Tell everyone I’m right!” Winnie was determined to pin this on me. She knew my salary couldn’t cover that. She just wanted to humiliate me. The other executives chimed in immediately. “Yes, how can you put a price on a gift from Mr. Fu?” The finance director adjusted his glasses. “Manager Lynn, you should just admit your fault.” “The company isn’t a charity. If you break something, you pay for it.” The marketing director scoffed. “But with Manager Lynn’s salary, she’ll be paying until retirement, right?” Everyone laughed, their eyes full of mockery. They had always disliked me, the slacker. Now that I was in trouble, they were happy to kick me down. Ethan Fu stood by, frowning, but didn’t stop them. I ignored their sarcasm and looked up at Winnie. “Eight million. You won’t add any more zeros, right?” Winnie froze, then sneered. “Skye Lin, why are you pretending? You’re broke!” “You make barely anything. How are you going to pay eight million?” I ignored her, picking up my phone. “Prepare eight million in cash and deliver it to the Fu Corp conference room. ASAP.” Winnie looked disdainful. “Tch. Who are you trying to fool? You think you can call someone and magically get cash?” I didn’t answer, just waited quietly. Less than ten minutes later, the conference room door opened. A man in a sharp suit walked in. Behind him were three bank employees, each carrying a case. He walked straight to me and bowed respectfully: “Ms. Shen, here is the eight million you requested.” I nodded. “Thank you. Just put it here.” As the three cases were opened, the neatly stacked hundred-dollar bills shone under the lights. The conference room was silent. Everyone’s eyes were glued to the cash. The air seemed sucked out of the room. Even breathing was subdued. Winnie’s face was pale, and she couldn’t utter a single word. She stared hard at the cash, then looked up at the man in the suit. Suddenly, the finance director’s face went white. “Lu... President Lu?!” Chapter 4 4 Lu Ming-yuan, the CEO of the City Bank’s main branch. A powerful figure who was rarely seen. Even Ethan Fu’s grandfather would have trouble getting an audience. Yet, he was standing here, respectfully calling me “Ms. Shen.” Ethan Fu paused for a few seconds, then quickly stepped forward, offering his hand. “President Lu, why did you come personally?” “My grandfather often speaks of you. He would love to see you again.” Lu Ming-yuan didn’t even look at him. He simply nodded and addressed me. “Ms. Shen, if you need anything else, just say the word.” With that, he turned and left with his team. Quick and decisive, as if staying a second longer was a waste of time. Ethan Fu’s hand was frozen in mid-air. His face flushed with embarrassment. Winnie’s arrogance was long gone. Her legs were shaking. She was barely standing, her forehead covered in cold sweat. I slowly pulled a stack of bills from a case and gently patted her cheek. “Assistant Winnie, eight million. Not a penny less.” “Now, this watch is mine.” I ripped the Patek Philippe off her wrist and tossed it into the trash can in front of her. “You!” Winnie was livid. I turned to Ethan Fu and smiled faintly. “Mr. Fu, I paid for the watch.” “Now, let’s discuss compensation for my phone.” Winnie stared blankly, then sneered, as if I’d said the most hilarious thing. She crossed her arms, mockery in her tone. “How much could a Huawei possibly be worth?” I held up one finger. “It’s cheap, actually. Only about one hundred million dollars.” The room gasped, then burst into laughter. The marketing director dramatically slammed his hand on the table. “One hundred million? Manager Lynn, did the bubble tea fry your brain?” The finance director adjusted his glasses, mockingly serious. “According to company policy, damaged items are compensated at market price.” “Manager Shen, the market price for your phone is probably less than the interest on that sum.” Winnie was smug, seeing everyone agree with her. She walked up to me, smiling. “How about this? I’ll be generous and contact a psychiatric hospital for you.” “Delusions are a disease, after all. You need treatment.” Ethan Fu stood by, his brow furrowed, but remained silent. I remained calm amidst the mockery. “You’re right. A regular Huawei phone isn’t worth much.” Winnie sneered. “Glad you know. Stop making a fool of yourself!” “Too bad this isn’t a regular Huawei.” Just as I finished speaking, the conference room door opened again. This time, a middle-aged man in a gray jacket walked in, followed by eight bodyguards. Hank Huo, Senior VP of the Huawei Group. He only appeared at major press conferences. Ethan Fu’s expression changed instantly. He rushed forward. “Mr. Huo? What brings you here?”
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