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"Your information is way behind schedule."

The young woman smiled and said mysteriously, "President Shen hasn't been to the company for several days. He didn't even show up at a very important meeting yesterday. The colleagues are all talking about it like crazy."

"Is it?"

Despite having just resolved not to pay too much attention to him, Wenwen couldn't help but be curious.

Why didn't he come?

"Shh..."

The little girl cautiously looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

Once she was sure that her other colleagues were all working and no one was paying attention to her, she lowered her voice even further.

"I heard that President Shen seems to be in a relationship."

"what?"

Wenwen covered her mouth in shock.

He's only been back from his business trip a few days, and he's already in a relationship?

"Really? Is this true?"

Colleague: "Someone saw it! The day he came back from his business trip, there was a woman in his car!"

Wenwen panicked slightly, thinking to herself: The woman in President Shen's car must be herself... Who saw her? Could she have been exposed?

She forced a calm expression and asked, "Did you see what it looks like?"

My colleague shook his head.

"It was just a fleeting glance, the distance was too far to see clearly, and before my colleague could even take a picture with his phone, the car had already passed by."

Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief. What a close call!

The young woman looked heartbroken: "Everyone in the company is saying that President Shen and that woman are going to get married! We have no chance anymore."

Wenwen wore a wry smile, unsure how to respond to this.

The young woman said, "Some people also said that he hasn't come to the company these past few days because he's been buying wedding supplies!"

Then, she asked tentatively, "Sister Wenwen, President Shen has always been kind to you. I heard that you have a relative who is a good friend of President Shen. Could you tell me what the situation is?"

"Me? How would I know..."

Wenwen was a little embarrassed: "...I don't know as much as you do."

While she responded with these words, Wenwen's heart was already in turmoil.

She couldn't help but wonder: President Shen has always been a workaholic, so why doesn't he come to the company?

Could it be... that he's intentionally avoiding her?

After all, that kind of thing happened between the two of them.

That's real, unreserved physical intimacy, breaking through the last line of defense between men and women. No matter how carefree you may sound, you'll always be bothered by it.

Is he afraid that I'll get attached to him?

"Hey, Wenwen? Wenwen!"

A stern voice suddenly rang out, and Wenwen snapped back to reality.

A female colleague tugged at her sleeve several times and pointed to the aisle next to her.

"Wenwen, Manager Hao Mingyue wants you to go to her office!"

"coming!"

Upon hearing the words "Manager Hao Mingyue," Wenwen instantly tensed up.

She stood up and straightened her work clothes as she did so.

Her female colleagues were all nervous for her, whispering:

"Oh no, Manager Hao Mingyue has been in a terrible temper these past few days! You'd better be careful."

Everyone in the company knows that Hao Mingyue has a deep crush on President Shen Tulong.

These past two days, President Shen hasn't come to the company, and the gossip about his "relationship" has been circulating widely behind the scenes, with everyone speculating about who the woman is.

Hao Mingyue pretended to be indifferent, but in reality, she was like a powder keg, launching indiscriminate attacks on her subordinates.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Wenwen walked toward Manager Hao Mingyue's office.

It's alright, it's alright, nobody knows that I went back to my hometown with President Shen.

In everyone's eyes, she was just a temporary employee sent on a business trip by the company.

Despite trying to comfort herself like this, Wenwen felt guilty whenever she thought about Hao Mingyue liking President Shen, and about what happened between her and President Shen that night...

especially!!!

That night, Hao Mingyue called Shen Tulong, and Wenwen made a little noise that was overheard!

Could it be that she recognized her voice?

Thinking about this, Wenwen became even more nervous.

Her palms immediately became sweaty, and she mustered her courage to gently knock on the manager's office door.

"Enter!"

Hao Mingyue's cold and arrogant voice came through.

Wenwen carefully pushed the door open and went inside.

"Manager Hao, you wanted to see me?"

Hao Mingyue, as always, wore a tight-fitting women's suit that accentuated her curvaceous figure, but her face remained icy.

As usual, she had impeccable makeup and exuded the air of a returned overseas student.

Seeing Wenwen come in, she casually tossed the documents in front of her aside.

His aloof eyes glanced at Wenwen, "How have you been resting these past two days?"

"That's fine, thank you for your concern, leader," Wenwen replied.

Hao Mingyue: "I checked all my colleagues' business trip records, why is yours blank?"

"Uh……"

Hao Mingyue: "I asked you before what kind of business trip you went on? You didn't tell me. Now that you're back, there's still no record in your file. What's going on? What business did you do on this trip? Give me a report."

"Uh, no... it's not convenient to say."

Wenwen isn't stupid; she'd rather die than keep this to herself.

Hao Mingyue gave a cold laugh, her bright red lips sharp as knives.

"Besides, you just rest as soon as you get back from your business trip and don't even submit a report. Who gave you that right?"

Wenwen wanted to say: It was President Shen who gave me special permission to rest at home.

But then I thought, if I said that in front of Hao Mingyue, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that I had a very close relationship with Shen Tulong in private...?

Hao Mingyue hated her timid and clumsy manner the most.

"Tell me, why didn't you submit the report?"

"I...I've paid it."

"Where did you hand it in?"