Chapter Twenty-One: When There’s Work, Leave It to the Secretary-Dissemos que era para trazer sorte, como acabou sendo sustentado pela esposa?(Como se tivesse um pincel mágico)

Zhang Wen slapped Lin Ye on the back with such force that he nearly knocked the eyes right out of his head.

"Guess what kind of gossip I just heard," Zhang Wen said, arching his brows with a smug, insufferable grin.

Lin Ye let out a yawn, smacked his lips, and remained silent, staring at him through his dark, puffy circles.

In the end, Zhang Wen was the one who broke. Without waiting for Lin Ye to take the bait, he pulled out his phone and shoved a photo in front of him.

"This was snapped by a colleague in the sales department. They say this is the new executive parachuted in from above. Look at her, she’s a total babe. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Even though it’s just a side profile and a bit blurry, look at that figure, those long legs—damn."

Lin Ye yawned again, shifting his gaze to the phone. The next second, his eyes, which had been half-closed, snapped wide open. He snatched the phone from Zhang Wen’s hand and held it right up to his face.

That profile... it looked strangely familiar.

Why did she look so much like Su Qing?

Seeing the stunned expression on Lin Ye's face, Zhang Wen felt a secret thrill, even though he thought Lin Ye’s reaction was a bit too dramatic. After all, Lin Ye had been completely indifferent just a moment ago. Look at him now—the mask was off. As he’d always said, what man doesn't love a pair of long legs?

"Alright, alright, give the phone back. I’m heading down. If you want the photo, call me 'Godfather,' and maybe I’ll show some mercy and share it with you."

The only response he got was Lin Ye’s signature move: convincing people with "virtue." If you’re wondering where this "virtue" comes from, everyone has two of them—and Lin Ye’s were size 42.

Back at his workstation, Lin Ye was no longer sleepy. His mind was occupied by a single question: was the person in the photo her?

For a fleeting moment, Lin Ye truly felt he was beyond saving, as if he were hooked on a drug. And if you asked what that drug was, it was called Su Qing. If he didn't think about her for a day, he felt itchy all over; if he thought about her but couldn't see her, it was even worse—he felt completely out of sorts.

He spent two whole hours mulling over this single question without reaching a conclusion. On one hand, he hoped the woman in the photo was Su Qing, because as long as he worked at this company, he would have a chance to see her. On the other hand, he dreaded that it might be her, as he still had no idea how to face her—how to face a woman he had been calling "wife" for days on end.

Just as he was lost in thought, he felt two taps on his shoulder. Lin Ye turned around to see Zhao Zhi. This was only the second time he had seen him since Zhao had brought him to the administrative department.

Zhao Zhi gave a slight nod, signaling for Lin Ye to follow him to his office. Lin Ye scratched his head, wondering what on earth Zhao Zhi was up to.

He followed without much hesitation; after all, what could he do? The man was his boss.

Inside the office, Zhao Zhi didn't waste time. He gestured for Lin Ye to sit on the sofa opposite his desk, then pulled a sheet of paper from his drawer.

Lin Ye recognized it instantly as his own resume. It wasn't because of his eyesight, but because everyone else had pasted professional blue-background headshots onto their resumes when they joined the company. Only Lin Ye had messed up and used a red background. Fortunately, it didn't seem to matter, and he had been hired without a hitch.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

"Uh... not exactly..." Lin Ye scratched his head, offering a sheepish smile. *You’re the one who called me, not the other way around. How would I know why you want to see me?*

Zhao Zhi picked up the resume, scanned it briefly, and a look of understanding crossed his face.

"Is the self-assessment on your resume accurate?" Zhao Zhi handed the resume over.

*Self-assessment? What did I write back then?*

Lin Ye couldn't remember what nonsense he had put down. He subconsciously glanced at the paper, and his toes curled inside his shoes. It was just too embarrassing. Reading it now, he felt like he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the floor with his toes.

"Possesses strong learning ability, physically robust, hardworking and capable of enduring hardship, not only mentally resilient under work pressure but also physically top-tier, and has a 'socially fearless' personality..."

That was the gist of it. Overall, the attitude was that of a very qualified little corporate drone.

"It’s... mostly accurate," Lin Ye cleared his throat, feeling a tiny bit guilty.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhi gained a general understanding of the young man, who was just a little bit more handsome than himself.

"Alright, I have a general idea. One more question: if the company needed you to take on the role of secretary, do you think you could handle the responsibility of assisting the company leadership?"

As he spoke, Zhao Zhi stared straight into Lin Ye’s eyes, as if trying to read his inner thoughts.

"Secretary?"

Lin Ye felt his head itching; it was as if his brain was finally starting to grow.

He couldn't keep up with Zhao Zhi’s train of thought. He had expected the next question to be about projects he’d done in college—how did it jump to being a secretary?

But he didn't need to worry about that. Lin Ye understood the role of a secretary quite well—in fact, he understood it all too thoroughly. There was a saying: "If there’s work, the secretary does it; if there’s no work, you 'ahem' the secretary." That was the essence of it, though he certainly couldn't say that out loud; he had to rephrase it slightly.

"I have some understanding of the role. A secretary is a position that assists leadership, such as taking meeting minutes and managing the leader’s daily schedule."

"Based on my self-assessment, I can tell you that I am capable of filling this position."

What kind of international joke was this? Lin Ye didn't know much, but he knew one thing: a man can never say he can’t do something. Not in front of the opposite sex, and definitely not in front of the same sex!

Seeing Lin Ye’s confident look, Zhao Zhi nodded slightly. If nothing else, the young man’s thick skin and good looks were on the same level.

"Well... the company is planning to transfer you to the secretary position. What are your thoughts on that?" Zhao Zhi asked, weighing his words.

*Huh?*

Lin Ye was stunned. *Are you serious, buddy? Do you hear yourself right now? You want me, a STEM major in Information Engineering, to be a secretary? Besides, I’m currently slacking off—I mean, working very diligently—in the admin department. I’m doing great, and I can leave on time every day. Why would I give up a sweet gig like that to go be a servant for someone else?*

*No way. Absolutely not. Even if I were to starve to death or sleep on the street, I, Lin Ye, would never be someone’s secretary!*