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"Just a small matter?" Yu Jiamin furrowed her brow, as if pondering something. Suddenly, she spoke up, "Forget it, I'll remind you of one thing: your Yao Hui left that night with a smile on her face."
"What? That's impossible!"
It can't be true... Yao Hui is innocent and fragile, harmless to others, but she knows her boundaries. She loves me and would never betray me. When I went to pick her up that day, she looked so helpless and pitiful. How could she possibly abandon me, drunk and out of it, and leave with Ming Yuan and the others, smiling?
"You’re lying! You were clearly drunk that day; how could you have seen anything?"
"Oh right, I was drunk. Maybe I saw it in a dream," Yu Jiamin said with a slight smirk, acting nonchalant.
The more she acted so casually, the more I couldn't help but think. I lay in bed, imagining Yao Hui being taken away by those classmates with their arms around her shoulders, leaving only Yu Jiamin in my room... That image just wouldn't fade.
"Wait, you weren't drunk? Then why didn't you stop them?"
"Who said I was drunk?" Yu Jiamin pressed her fingers against her temple.
She always touches her temple when she lies. After years of working together and being my superior whom I needed to read carefully, I've long figured out her habits.
"Boss, I need to take a leave!" This was my only trump card.
"For how many days?" Yu Jiamin sat up straight, hands clasped together, dignified yet commanding.
"Ten days—honeymoon."
"The company is so busy right now; if you take leave, won't we go bankrupt? I can't approve that."
"According to Labor Law, Article 51 states..."
"Stop! Don't recite it; if I wasn't drunk, what do you want to ask? Hurry up!" Yu Jiamin was about to slam the table again.
"Why didn't you stop them?"
"Big Brother! If she gets taken away against her will, I will definitely call the police! They are doing this willingly; how can I stop them? Am I a martial arts champion?"
"Alright, second question: if you're not drunk, why did you sleep with me?"
"..." Yu Jiamin rolled her eyes at me while I looked up at the chandelier and whistled.
"Because I want to!"
Uh, actually, I was quite willing too. I had come for an interview right when Yu Jiamin's company was starting up, and for these past few years, I had been by her side as she navigated through challenges.
Compared to the politeness and tolerance I had with Yao Hui, being with Yu Jiamin felt more like we were close partners, except for the times we needed to show a superior-subordinate relationship in front of clients and colleagues.
Yu Jiamin was two years younger than me—young, beautiful, wealthy, and tough in negotiations. Yet, she relied on me heavily in business, which gradually sparked a desire for conquest within me. But after all, she was my boss; I didn’t dare to have any improper thoughts. That was until half a year ago when Yao Hui appeared, and Yu Jiamin began to slowly distance herself from me.
"Third question..."
"Are you done? Don't push your luck!" Yu Jiamin had already grabbed a folder from the table, ready to throw it at me.
"I'm done, I'm done! Last question..." I raised my hands in surrender.
"Are your legs still sore? Do you want me to massage your thighs or calves?"
"Pfft..." Yu Jiamin stifled a laugh and scolded me, "Get lost!"
What a day it had been! As a team leader, not only did I have to lead my subordinates in business runs, but I also had to answer questions from the leaders of the second, third, and fourth teams.
Yu Jiamin often came out to "inspect," but instead of checking on business matters, she focused solely on cleanliness, particularly the hygiene quality within a three-meter radius around me. I began to suspect that our company needed to appoint a hygiene officer.
After enduring the day, I thought I was finally free, but Yu Jiamin called me to accompany her for a client dinner.
"Boss, you're newlywed. Can you let me take a few days off before going?" With everyone else gone, I vented my frustrations to her.
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