Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

He was so angry that he looked at his bank account balance and comforted himself by saying: "Even though my boss doesn't treat me like a human being, he pays me a lot!"

Seeing that it was only 11 o'clock, he went back to sleep. He still had two hours to sleep, so he made the most of it.

Anna and He Zhiyao looked at each other and smiled. Sure enough, happiness is built on the suffering of others, especially the suffering of Assistant Zhang. It couldn't be more enjoyable.

He Zhiyao booked a flight for 3 p.m. and went straight home after get off work to pack her clothes.

Just wait for the president and Assistant Zhang at the airport at 2 o'clock.

2:40

He Zhiyao has already met Zhang Yi'an at the airport.

"Assistant Zhang, what's wrong? Your dark circles are so bad. You obviously haven't been resting well. You need to get some rest!" He Zhiyao said with a smile.

Zhang Yi'an listened to He Zhiyao's question, which she already knew the answer to, and replied with a forced smile, "There's no way around it, the overtime pay in exchange for sacrificing rest is still worth it."

Thinking of her salary, He Zhiyao's smile froze instantly. The feeling of having her lifeline held in someone's hands was truly unbearable.

Looking at He Zhiyao's stiff smile, Zhang Yi'an's anger at being called up to work overtime lessened somewhat.

The moment Song Wenjing got out of the car, his gaze fell on He Zhiyao. Seeing her unhappy expression, he assumed she was upset about coming with him on this business trip, and a chill ran through him.

For a moment, each of the three was unhappy in their own way.

Even though Assistant Zhang and Secretary He were unhappy, they still greeted the president with smiles and called out in unison, "President."

"Let's go!" Song Wenjing's voice was cold and icy.

Zhang Yi'an gestured to He Zhiyao and asked, "What happened? Why is the president radiating such coldness?"

He Zhiyao: You're asking me? How would I know?

Zhang Yi'an: You're in the company and you don't even know what's wrong with the president. You're really useless.

He Zhiyao: …………

"Assistant Zhang." Song Wenjing felt a pang of unease as he saw the two men exchanging glances, making him somewhat uncomfortable.

"President." Zhang Yi'an quickly stepped forward to respond, awaiting Song Wenjing's instructions.

“You worked hard on that business trip recently and didn’t get any rest. After this trip, your bonus will be doubled, and you’ll be granted a week’s leave.” Song Wenjing interrupted Assistant Zhang and He Zhiyao’s ‘conversation’ without making a sound.

Zhang's smile became even more genuine. "It's my pleasure, it's my pleasure, thank you, President."

Upon hearing this, He Zhiyao immediately stepped forward, her face full of anticipation, and said, "President, what about my bonus..."

“Same.” Song Wenjing looked at He Zhiyao’s expectant expression and said in a softer voice.

Unable to contain her smile any longer, He Zhiyao said, "Thank you, President."

The plane flashed across the sky.

Song Wenjing and his group have already settled into the hotel. There's nothing important to do today; everything is scheduled for tomorrow—market research and contract signing.

He Zhiyao had just finished tidying up her clothes when she received a call from Song Wenjing.

"Come out, I'll take you to eat." Song Wenjing was a little unaccustomed to the little rabbit that had retreated back into its hole and wasn't making any movement.

He Zhiyao immediately went outside and saw that only Song Wenjing was at the door. She immediately took out her phone and called Zhang Yi'an, "What are you still doing! The president invited us to dinner, you're not going to skip it, are you!"

Although Zhang Yi'an was a little confused, he still replied, "Go, go, go." How could the CEO's invitation to dinner be anything less than excellent?

"Then hurry up." He Zhiyao saw Song Wenjing's deep eyes looking at her as soon as she hung up the phone.

She thought to herself that she hadn't done anything wrong, so it must be Zhang Yi'an who wasn't enthusiastic about the boss's invitation to dinner, which caused her to suffer the boss's anger.

He Zhiyao forced a smile, "Assistant Zhang is late, he doesn't care about the boss at all." She emphasized that it was all Zhang Yi'an's fault.

"Does that mean you've taken me to heart?"

The slight oddness about the male lead that He Zhiyao tried so hard to ignore seemed to be taking root and sprouting.

But she didn't have time to think too much and immediately assured him, "I always keep the boss in my heart."

Song Wenjing scoffed. The words, which were so obviously fake, sounded strangely appealing to him.

Dining room,

He Zhiyao diligently peeled the shrimp, wanting to eat the first one herself to satisfy her craving. However, Song Wenjing's frequent glances forced her to hand the first peeled shrimp to her boss, saying, "Boss, you eat first."

After thinking for a moment, Song Wenjing caught it with a bowl.

He waved, and a waiter immediately came over to ask what help he needed.

Peeling shrimp.

He Zhiyao was delighted and ate with great relish.

After Song Wenjing ate the shrimp that He Zhiyao peeled, the rest of the shrimp were left untouched and all ended up in He Zhiyao's stomach.

Zhang Yi'an was somewhat shocked that her boss actually ate the shrimp peeled by Secretary He.

The three of them had their own feelings, but they still enjoyed the meal.

The night outside the window had already darkened.

He Zhiyao lay on the bed leisurely reading a novel; it was her only hobby.

[Host, the final plot point is here. Once it's completed, it's over.] The system saw that the mission progress had reached 90%, and felt that this mission was 100% certain.

[What's the plot?] He Zhiyao immediately stopped reading the novel; it was truly exciting news.

[Go to the male lead's room and seduce him, but fail and he kicks you out. It's that simple.]

He Zhiyao: She always felt that the plot was a bit unreliable.

[Xiao Liu, I really feel like something's wrong with the male lead. Why don't you check him again? The plot might be going to...] Unable to extricate herself, He Zhiyao thought for a moment, still feeling uneasy.

System 686 remained remarkably calm: [Host, we've entered a 1v1 sweet romance novel world. You must trust the male lead's self-control towards other women; he will only have feelings for the female lead.]

[Besides, look how many times you've tempted the male lead, and he succumbed the temptation that time. Relax, trust me, trust the male lead.]

Hearing what System 686 said, He Zhiyao finally felt relieved.

After searching high and low without finding anything sexy, He Zhiyao finally decided to wear her silk nightgown to seduce Song Wenjing. The process didn't matter; being kicked out was what mattered most.

She opened the door to the room, and then closed it again.

"Host, let's get started!" System 686 said excitedly, looking at the progress bar which was already 91%.

It's only 10 o'clock now. If I get kicked out and someone sees me, I'll lose all face. If Assistant Zhang sees me, I'll lose my job.

[Alright!] The system looked at the progress bar with even more nervousness than He Zhiyao.

The system, looking alert, checked the time. At 11:59, it displayed: "Host, it's almost midnight. We can proceed."

As she spoke, He Zhiyao's hand had already touched the doorknob.

When the hands of the clock all pointed to twelve, He Zhiyao opened the door.