Gold Medal Sweetheart

Hearing the man's voice, Du Meijiao seemed to see a glimmer of hope again. She turned around and looked at him eagerly, "Yes, Mr. Jin."

"If you still remember the nature of your job, please pay attention to your appearance." Jin Taize looked at Du Meijiao seriously, his tone grim.

Du Meijiao covered her chest in embarrassment, her face flushed as she said, "I understand, President Jin."

He walked out quietly and slowly, but the moment he closed the door, the muscles and bones in his joints were obviously bulging due to excessive force from gripping the door handle tightly.

Did Du Meijiao lack suitors? If she showed any kindness to the opposite sex, countless people would rush to show their affection. But now, she had reached such a low point that she couldn't even get his favor.

And his merciless words before leaving meant that when she squatted down to hand over the pen, Mr. Jin saw her deliberately revealing her private parts, but he was so calm that he abandoned the male's natural desire and possession of women, and pointed out her inappropriateness directly without arousing the slightest thought of overstepping the boundaries.

Frustration overwhelmed her. Had she truly become so unattractive? She admitted that all the women he'd been linked to online were either wealthy daughters or popular celebrities, all incredibly beautiful. She might have been slightly inferior to them, but she wasn't as miserable as she was today. She had offered herself to someone, yet received no favor.

He used the pen as a metaphor to warn her word by word that he was someone she couldn't reach, and she would never be in his consideration, even for fun.

Thinking of this, a feeling of unwillingness welled up in my heart, and I only regretted that I didn't have a prominent family background or a reputation that was admired by thousands of people.

After buttoning her collar, Du Meijiao went downstairs dejectedly and saw Wang Xiao coming out of the office.

"I've sent the documents over." Wang Xiao noticed that her expression was not right and asked, "What did President Jin say?"

"Nothing." Du Meijiao glanced at her nervous Second Aunt and, with nowhere to vent her resentment, said, "He said if you don't have time to go up, you don't have to go up in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and left angrily.

When Wang Xiao heard the hidden meaning in Mr. Jin's words, he did not dare to delay and hurried upstairs in two steps and knocked on his office door.

He walked in with a forced smile, "Boss Jin."

"Master Wang is very busy. Please come up when you have time." Jin Taize smiled slightly, but it made Master Wang feel a chill.

"Ms. Song from the Grade 1 Politics Group is taking a long vacation because she's pregnant and feeling unwell. She just applied to me for approval of her leave. Teacher Du happened to be here, so I asked her to come up and deliver some documents." Principal Wang hurried to explain the whole story to Jin Taize.

"I hope it's just by the way as Principal Wang said." He deliberately emphasized the word "by the way".

Wang Xiao gave a dry laugh, realizing that CEO Jin had seen through her deliberate arrangements. Although he was young, he possessed a maturity that belied his age. Therefore, in his presence, even she, someone who had lived half her life, felt the nervousness of a newcomer to the workplace.

"Teacher Song has taken a long vacation. How will the political teaching for the first-year group be arranged?" Jin Taize asked calmly.

Principal Wang was stunned. Although President Jin came here to work from time to time, he was actually dealing with Shitian’s affairs most of the time and rarely asked about the school’s specific educational and teaching affairs.

She paused and cautiously asked for his opinion, "It's still some time before the holidays, and the school can't be without a political teacher. How about hiring another one?"

"Hiring teachers? Posting job postings, then interviewing and screening, that's going to take a lot of time." Jin Taize obviously disagreed.

"What do you mean?" Wang Xiao didn't dare to sit down. He stood there and observed his expression.

"Does our school have a political teacher we can use?"

"The politics teachers in other grade groups are all fully booked, so they can't share the workload," Principal Wang pondered for a moment, then spread his hands and smiled helplessly. "There's one more person, but he's useless..."