Getting rich overnight was impossible.
Perhaps Yuan Huaijing's singleness wasn't worth much, and Fang Mo, being the debtor, had to continue working diligently.
At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, Yuan Huaijing appeared in the office with Zhao Yan as usual. He exuded an extraordinary aura, cold as an iceberg. Fang Mo knew she had to report to him about some matters later, and there was no escaping that.
However, as a person well-versed in the second-dimensional world, Fang Mo considered mind-reading as a mere trifle!
Compared to petrification spells, celestial magic, and time reversals, mind-reading was insignificant.
Even if someone suddenly told her that she was chosen as a magical girl, Fang Mo would not be afraid!
Yes, that was just a trivial matter!
Once she calmed down, Fang Mo started contemplating the impact this ability would have on her. After spending half a day, she finally figured out how mind-reading worked.
Just like her initial wish, she could really hear and only hear the thoughts of Yuan Huaijing. However, through her repeated and subtle testing, she discovered that this ability had a range.
Fang Mo could only hear within approximately one meter of Yuan Huaijing. Once she moved beyond that distance, everything went back to normal, without any changes.
This discovery brought Fang Mo a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, she didn't want to constantly hear another person's thoughts, especially someone as contrasting as Yuan Huaijing!
Yesterday, due to the shock, Fang Mo didn't carefully consider whether there was anything unusual in Yuan Huaijing's thoughts. But when she stood behind the big boss, watching him attentively listen to the work report, all she could hear in his mind was, "What should I have for lunch?"
Fang Mo: "..."
The daily three questions of a working person, "What to have for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," were surprisingly relatable to Yuan Huaijing.
Furthermore, Yuan Huaijing's absence throughout the entire day made Fang Mo speculate whether he had something important to attend to. But the result... was this?!
She discreetly checked and found out that the MRG tournament was not held in the country. It would take approximately four hours round-trip by plane, and the tournament itself lasted about four hours. It was quite exhausting to rush back and forth within a single day. It can be said that only true fans would go to such lengths.
As for why she didn't assume that Yuan Huaijing watched the livestream from home, that was purely coincidental.
In finals like these, besides broadcasting the match, occasional shots of the audience were shown.
Among them, seated in the third row, was a man wearing a mask and a cap that covered his face completely. He instantly caught Fang Mo's attention.
If Fang Mo didn't know in advance that Yuan Huaijing might be among the audience, she probably wouldn't have paid much attention to this scene. There were plenty of people with similar physiques. But once she knew, Fang Mo could vouch for it with her own integrity!
That guy was undoubtedly Yuan Huaijing!
"One month."
Yuan Huaijing's sudden remark interrupted Fang Mo's wandering thoughts. He furrowed his brow and issued a command. It was now the second day of September, with only one month left in this quarter. If this department couldn't meet the requirements for three consecutive quarters, he would not hesitate to change the leadership.
Such an ultimatum made the supervisor who was giving the report break out in a cold sweat. Trembling, he made an unconvincing assurance, but seeing Yuan Huaijing's expressionless face, he could only leave with a worried look.
As mid-to-high-level management, they had long been aware of Yuan Huaijing's iron-handedness. Pleading with him would only backfire. He was the epitome of an authoritarian leader.
[Idiot, spend less effort on women and meet the standards already. This guy should just get lost!]
Fang Mo: ... Judging by the tone, it seems like this seemingly honest supervisor has a bit of gossip in him?
Somehow, the image of Yuan Huaijing with a poker face gossiping with others like a village woman popped into her mind.
Hiss... How terrifying!
"Secretary Fang, the chair."
Here we go again, Fang Mo sighed helplessly.
In the span of less than a month, Yuan Huaijing had already requested to change chairs three times! This one was just replaced a couple of days ago and it perfectly matched the luxurious and steady decor style of the office. In terms of comfort, it shouldn't be lacking either.
Fang Mo sighed inwardly. What kind of chair does this guy actually want? Can't he just say it clearly?
The next second, as if her wish was granted!
[This chair is nothing more than a show-off piece. I want a gaming chair!]
A gaming chair?!
Fang Mo's lips twitched. She really wanted to shout, "Yuan Huaijing, get a grip! Which CEO's office uses a gaming chair!"
She seriously doubted whether Yuan Huaijing was just using this as an excuse and injecting strong personal emotions into it.
But what could Fang Mo do?
Of course, she nodded and said she would get a new chair for him next week.
As for whether or not to get a gaming chair... well, who cares.
Even if she heard it, so what? If Yuan Huaijing has the guts, he should say directly in front of her that he wants a gaming chair. Otherwise, she wouldn't make a big fuss about it.
By the way, ever since she gained this mind-reading ability, she hadn't discovered any other advantages, but Fang Mo noticed that her ability to make sarcastic comments had skyrocketed as if she had unlocked some hidden attribute.
She couldn't help but attribute it all to Yuan Huaijing's fault.
"Mo Sister, don't you know?"
At noon, in the secretary's office, the three of them who had just finished lunch were digesting their food. It was also the perfect time for gossip and conversations.
As mentioned before, Fang Mo had two assistants to help her with her work. They were both girls who had graduated about a year ago, with lively and cheerful personalities. Occasionally, they would chat about gossip in the office.
As long as it didn't affect their work, Fang Mo generally didn't mind these small matters. Sometimes, she would even actively participate in the conversation.
"You all know, right?"
Fang Mo looked at Sun Ziyue and asked, "When did this happen?"
Sun Ziyue was a girl with a baby face who not only chased after celebrities but also loved gossip. About 80% of Fang Mo's insider information came from her, and it was often highly accurate.
According to her, she had joined an anonymous group on the Yuan Forum, where various insider information within the company would be shared in real-time. The speed and authenticity of the news made her quite talented in a certain aspect.
Now, the three of them were discussing the supervisor who had just walked out with a gloomy face.
"Everyone in his department knows about it! He's in his forties, but he claims to have found true love and wants to divorce his wife, abandoning his son as well. What a scumbag!" Sun Ziyue exclaimed.
"And his wife has been a full-time housewife for over ten years. I heard that the supervisor is unwilling to divide the assets equally and has secretly transferred his assets. It's literally driving that mother and son to their deaths," added Xiao Wu, Wu Miaomiao, indignantly. "He should be fired immediately! Such a man is a waste of resources!"
Fang Mo frowned. From a personal perspective, she definitely looked down on this kind of man. However, whether or not to terminate his employment had to be considered from the company's perspective. The most she could do was pray that this guy wouldn't meet his targets this quarter, so it would be justified to kick him out.
Finding a job at this age would likely be challenging.
"Have you two talked to Zhao Ge about this?" Fang Mo asked again. How did Yuan Huaijing know about it when she didn't?
This was just an ordinary supervisor. Did they really need to specially investigate him?
Fang Mo could only speculate whether it was Zhao Yan who informed Yuan Huaijing.
Both Sun Ziyue and Xiao Wu shook their heads simultaneously. How could they talk to Zhao Ge about such matters? Besides, Zhao Yan usually spent most of his time with Yuan Zong and didn't have time to chat.
Wait a minute! Fang Mo suddenly had a bold guess. Could it be that Yuan Huaijing was also in that so-called "gossip group"?
If it were the previous Yuan Huaijing, she would never have considered this possibility. But faced with the man who had gradually revealed his true nature, Fang Mo felt that her imagination wasn't big enough. There must be many "surprises" about Yuan Huaijing that she didn't know, waiting to be discovered.
"Ah-choo!"
During his lunch break, Yuan Huaijing, who was playing games in his office's lounge, couldn't help but sneeze, which immediately attracted the "concern" of Zhao Yan beside him.
"Someone badmouthing you behind your back?"
Yuan Huaijing rolled his eyes. "Can't it just be a common cold?"
Zhao Yan smiled. "I think the probability of someone badmouthing you is higher."
Yuan Huaijing remained silent.
Zhao Yan was his senior from high school. They had met through the skateboarding club and instantly clicked, with similar interests and a compatible sense of humor.
Even when Yuan Huaijing went abroad, they still kept in touch, knowing each other's personalities inside out.
Then, when Yuan Huaiyan had an accident, Yuan Huaijing was forced to take his place. At that time, chaos ensued within the Yuan family, and Yuan Huaijing didn't have a reliable confidant by his side. Coincidentally, Zhao Yan had just graduated from graduate school and was also looking for a job. It was a perfect match.
In the blink of an eye, four years had passed.
"Heh, I never care about the opinions of the weak."
Yuan Huaijing eliminated an enemy with a powerful move, showcasing his impressive gaming skills. It was evident that he wasn't just casually playing.
At this moment, his expression was arrogant and vibrant, showing no trace of his previous aloofness.
"Can't you cure your chuunibyou?" Zhao Yan retorted, not backing down, as he finished off a low-health enemy. "Wait until I leave, don't reveal your true nature too quickly!"
Zhao Yan's concerns weren't unfounded.
Initially, due to objective reasons, both Yuan Huaijing and Zhao Yan believed that maintaining a cold and distant image would quickly suppress the restless crowd and give off an air of mystery. So they immediately decided on that approach.
Yuan Huaijing even went as far as getting the same hairstyle as the billionaire male lead in a TV drama, buying multiple sets of suits and ties to match. He also practiced the skill of "killing you with his eyes" countless times in front of Zhao Yan, eventually achieving impressive results.
To avoid exposing their true nature, Yuan Huaijing, who used to be quite talkative, was now forced to be economical with his words. Sometimes he marveled at how a few carefully chosen words could lead the people below him to achieve outstanding results. It was truly impressive.
But now that Yuan Corporation has stabilized, it's not appropriate for Zhao Yan to continue serving as Yuan Huaijing's personal assistant. Even though Zhao Yan hasn't been mistreated in terms of salary and benefits, he definitely has his own ambitions and ideals.
"What's there to be afraid of? Even if we're exposed, so what? If they dare, let them report it to the police!" Yuan Huaijing sneered, his lips curling in disdain. "As for you, when your new company starts up, don't embarrass me with your incompetence."
"Tch, we already agreed on this. Remember to introduce me to your junior." Zhao Yan's gaze remained fixed on his phone, his hands moving skillfully, multitasking effortlessly. "She's talented, being a secretary is a waste of her abilities."
"Alright, alright. I know you care about your junior. You can leave whenever you want, but you're taking away one of my most capable subordinates." Yuan Huaijing rolled his eyes and then revealed a mischievous smile.
He maneuvered his character to launch an attack on Zhao Yan's character, but since they were teammates, it didn't cause any damage. However, it obstructed Zhao Yan's line of sight and disrupted his movement, allowing the enemy to eliminate him with a powerful move.
As he looked at his darkened screen, Zhao Yan let out a deep sigh. "How old are you? Acting so childish!"
It would be great if all the employees of Yuan Corporation could witness this— their CEO was such an immature brat. They should find new jobs as soon as possible!
"Heh, I won." Yuan Huaijing showed no remorse for sabotaging his teammate. He put down his phone, stretched lazily, and leisurely laid back. "Young people shouldn't be so hot-headed. I'm just testing your resilience, so you won't be bothered by foolish subordinates in the future."
Zhao Yan replied, "...Well, thanks for that."
This guy had really thick skin. Zhao Yan considered himself a normal person, but he couldn't compare to Yuan Huaijing.
However, Zhao Yan wasn't truly angry. Yuan Huaijing could still joke around and act like a treasure in front of him, at least proving that he hadn't completely assimilated into that so-called "character setting."
It's often said that if you act for too long, you can't remove that layer of skin. Zhao Yan was afraid that one day his good friend would become like that.
Compared to the cold CEO, he preferred Yuan Huaijing to continue enjoying games happily, being a chuunibyou youth.
The conversation between the two quickly shifted back to Fang Mo.
Fang Mo was Zhao Yan's junior in college, and they both served in the student council. Although their paths didn't cross much due to the age difference, they had a certain understanding of each other's abilities. During that critical period when Yuan Huaijing and his group were fighting against the old forces, they needed trustworthy talents on their side, and Fang Mo was promoted accordingly.
She didn't disappoint Yuan Huaijing. She was bold, meticulous, and willing to work hard. Her strengths complemented Zhao Yan's, and having both of them join the new company brought some relief to Yuan Huaijing.
However, in front of Zhao Yan, Yuan Huaijing couldn't help but be a habitual show-off.
"Maybe she won't want to go with you when the time comes. After all, she has a handsome guy like me by her side," Yuan Huaijing said with a clear sense of self-awareness. When he was in a bad mood, he would even go to the internal forum of Yuan Corporation to read posts where people praised him. Some of them were well-written and included flattering pictures, which he would show Zhao Yan for his "appreciation."
In Yuan Huaijing's words, even if Yuan Corporation went bankrupt one day, he could still rely on his looks to make a living and maybe even become rich.
Unable to tolerate the self-obsessed Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan replied, "...Wake up. No matter how handsome you are, it's not as good as having money."
If Fang Mo was willing to join the new company, her salary would definitely increase by at least double.
But at the same time, even with Yuan Corporation as a safety net, everything was uncertain in the new company. Once she failed and wanted to come back, it wouldn't be easy. At least, by staying by Yuan Huaijing's side, as long as she didn't make any major mistakes, Fang Mo's "retirement plan" was secure.
While saying this, Yuan Huaijing also understood what Zhao Yan was complaining about. Fang Mo had a fighting spirit, and she would certainly agree.
Completely unaware of how she was perceived by her boss, Fang Mo arrived at the entrance of an international primary school.
If she could hear what Yuan Huaijing was thinking right now, she would surely retort, "Hilarious! If it weren't for life's circumstances, who wouldn't want to be a lazy bum?"
Just like now, she had to be responsible for attending a parent-teacher meeting for the boss's nephew.
Useless experiences kept piling up.jpg