Gently bite the jasmine

Lin Xi tightened her grip on the doorknob and did not open the door to go out.

Duan Yiheng frowned: "Why are you here?"

Duan Zheng's expression was displeased: "The system lag involves a huge amount of cash flow. Where were you in monitoring this?"

"Although you resolved the issue promptly and efficiently, if you don't handle it properly, it will directly affect your subsequent business expansion, and potential customers will avoid you as much as possible."

Duan Yiheng remained calm and said, "This was a serious mistake by my people. I have set up an emergency response team to clarify responsibilities and provide real-time feedback. As for subsequent accountability and punishment, I will handle it according to the law after I have investigated the matter thoroughly."

Duan Zheng's expression softened slightly: "Qin Yang led people to investigate?"

"Ah."

Duan Zheng snorted, then his eyes caught sight of two sets of chopsticks on the table. He asked, "Qin Yang isn't here. Who's eating with you?"

Duan Yiheng: "Secretary."

Duan Zheng almost choked on his breath: "At such a critical moment, you were having lunch in the office with a secretary? Speaking of this secretary, I should ask you what's going on. When we went to the restaurant today, all the company employees were talking about it."

Duan Yiheng: "It's legal and compliant, there's nothing to discuss."

Duan Zheng: "You're moving too fast through this process, so it's inevitable that others will discuss it."

Duan Yiheng: "The reason it was so fast is to let her catch up with this batch of onboarding training."

Duan Zheng narrowed his eyes. This eldest son of his never talked nonsense with him except for official business.

Today, he kept defending his secretary, which made him suspicious.

"I heard your secretary is a woman?"

Duan Yiheng frowned impatiently: "What are you trying to say?"

Duan Zheng scoffed inwardly. The change from "you" to "you" showed that he was angry.

Duan Zheng cleared his throat, adopting a stern demeanor: "Don't give me that messy stuff in the office."

Duan Yiheng's face turned completely cold: "What do you mean by 'mess'?"

"What else could it be?" Duan Zheng was enraged by his disrespectful question to his elders. "Of course, it's that he's having an affair with his secretary."

Duan Yiheng sneered: "You think I'm like you?"

"you--"

"Uncle Duan." Lin Xi couldn't listen any longer, and fearing that the father and son would quarrel, she opened the door to the lounge.

Duan Zheng was taken aback: "Xiao Xi? What are you doing here?"

When Duan Yiheng faced Duan Zhengshi, he was like a taut bowstring, but the moment he saw her, the bowstring loosened, and he regained his calm and composure.

His gaze remained fixed, not wavering for even a moment.

Lin Xi stepped forward and said to Duan Zheng, "I am President Duan's secretary."

It's funny to say.

As the general manager of Yinfan Group, Duan Zheng should be addressed as "General Manager Duan," while Duan Yiheng is the vice president.

However, Duan Yiheng had a high reputation and was the president of Yinfan Technology, so the title "President Duan" stuck.

People in the company usually call Duan Zheng "General Manager" to distinguish him from the father and son.

Duan Zheng was genuinely stunned. He was still racking his brains to figure out what position to give Lin Xi'an, but she had already made a name for herself by becoming Duan Yiheng's secretary.

He instantly became kind: "Xiao Xi, what I said just now wasn't directed at you, don't take it to heart."

Lin Xi glanced at Duan Yiheng; these words were clearly aimed at him.

Given how her own father treated her, it's no wonder he was cold-hearted.

"Uncle Duan, I didn't take it to heart." Lin Xi forced a smile. "Could you please not tell Mingxuan about me being his secretary for now? I'll tell him myself after the training is over."

Duan Zheng immediately understood; he had witnessed Duan Mingxuan's bad temper quite a bit.

“Okay, I understand,” Duan Zheng assured him.

If his son ruins it, where will he find such a good informant again?

Lin Xi turned her head and met Duan Yiheng's gaze, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Duan Yiheng knew perfectly well what Duan Zheng was planning, but he didn't tell Lin Xi.

When Lin Xi was waiting for Duan Yiheng in the parking lot after get off work, she received a call from Liang Yutong.

"I've already found a car for you. How about we come out and take a look on Saturday?"

Lin Xi praised her lavishly, finally saying she wouldn't have to commute to and from get off work with Duan Yiheng anymore.

He has a cold aura and doesn't like to talk.

Lin Xi straightened her back unconsciously when he glanced at her.

She stayed in one position all the way to the office, and her whole body was stiff.

If he receives a work call in his car and his tone turns cold, it makes one feel extremely uncomfortable.

Before this, she and Duan Yiheng had no interaction other than exchanging birthday wishes every year.

They could even be described as complete strangers, with a clear-cut boundary.

He was six years older than her, and with just a casual glance from him, she automatically fell silent, her fear of him obvious.

After all, there weren't many people in the family who weren't afraid of him.

Even Duan Zheng, as the father, had to give way to him.

But his birthday is coming up soon, and she has been thinking about it for days but still can't think of what to give him.

Born with a silver spoon in their mouth, lacking nothing, they naturally value sentiment.

Lin Xi looked down at her phone, then clicked her tongue at Duan Yiheng's empty WeChat Moments.

Everyone says to cater to someone's tastes, but she doesn't even know what he likes, so how can she give him something?

Duan Yiheng's car slowly stopped in front of her. Lin Xi was about to get into the passenger seat when Duan Yiheng waved her to go to the back seat.

It was another day's work report, and Lin Xi finished speaking clearly.

She was quite puzzled, wondering how a busy CEO could find the time to oversee the training of his secretary.

She turned her head to look at Duan Yiheng. Should she just ask him what he wanted?

This isn't ideal either; it lacks any sense of surprise.

Duan Yiheng couldn't possibly be unaware of the repeated glances he received.

He finally glanced at me sideways: "Just say what you have to say. What's the point of just peeking at me? I don't have the answer on my face."

"Who was looking at you?" Lin Xi muttered guiltily, then pointed to her shirt, "I'll wash it and give it back to you."

Duan Yiheng raised an eyebrow: "It's fine if you don't wash it."

Lin Xi shook her head vigorously: "How can that be? This is something I wore."

Duan Yiheng chuckled: "Is that all you're going to say?"

Lin Xi felt a moment of embarrassment, as if he had seen through her.

She chuckled, resigned to her fate: "Fine, actually, I didn't know what birthday present to give you."

Duan Yiheng turned his gaze away, staring ahead, and said softly, "I thought you were very good at it."

His tone was somewhat ethereal and vague.

Lin Xi was surprised: "What?"

“The gifts you’ve given to Duan Mingxuan since he was a child are almost filling a whole room,” Duan Yiheng said. “I thought you were very good at giving gifts.”

“I’m really not good at it,” Lin Xi said. “Before Duan Mingxuan’s birthday, he would hang around in front of me for two or three days, talking about the birthday present he wanted.”

Duan Yiheng: "..."

Can this be done?

Seeing his dazed look, Lin Xi couldn't help but laugh: "Why don't you hang around in front of me for a couple of days?"

"I'm not a three-year-old," Duan Yiheng replied as expected.

"I'm really not good at giving gifts."

Lin Xi leaned against the central armrest, half-leaning, and asked sincerely, "Is there anything you want? Think about it."

Duan Yiheng: "I don't have the item, but I have other things."

Lin Xi didn't expect him to answer, but after he did, she became curious and subconsciously asked, "What is it?"

Duan Yiheng also followed her example, leaning against the handrail and tilting his body to the left.

Their eyes met, and a cool, refreshing fragrance lingered around their noses. The sudden closeness made Lin Xi's heart skip a beat.

Her image was reflected in those deep eyes.