C1 Strange Interview

The night was as cool as water, and the city was bustling under the glow of the lights. Standing beneath the luxurious building, Xu Qianqian looked up at the imposing letters above her, feeling a wave of unease.

She had finally landed a job, finally been accepted! And not just any job—she was going to be the CEO's secretary! It was undeniably a prestigious position.

However, rumor had it that the CEO of XS Company had never had a female secretary before. They said he was extremely picky, using thousands of different cups, and it could take a week just to learn which ones he preferred. They also said he was unpredictable, capable of laughing with you one moment and cruelly breaking your fingers the next.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill. Xu Qianqian shook her head lightly, dispelling the thoughts that had crept into her mind. Despite the daunting rumors, she had worked with him for four years and had never noticed anything amiss. Plus, she had an excellent memory and was confident she could handle the job.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Qianqian instinctively adjusted her V-neck top and stepped into the towering, luxurious building. As soon as she entered, her phone rang from inside her bag. "Hello, this is Xu Qianqian."

"Miss Xu Qianqian? This is Zhang Nan, the Human Resources Director at XS Company. We scheduled your appointment for 8 PM, and it's already 7:50. Please make sure you're not late."

"Don't worry, I'll be there on time," Xu Qianqian replied with a smile before hanging up and taking a deep breath. She set her phone to silent, memorized the interview floor, and slowly walked toward the elevator.

On the top floor, a sharply defined man elegantly held a clear glass, the rich aroma of whiskey wafting from it. "Director Leng, Miss Xu Qianqian will be here shortly," Zhang Nan, the Human Resources Director, said with a deferential smile.

The man with his back turned stiffened at the mention of Xu Qianqian's name, his grip unconsciously tightening.

Xu Qianqian!

Who would have thought you'd come to me for help one day?

He could never forget the day he, Leng Yechen, was rejected by a woman. And that woman was none other than Xu Qianqian!

Leng Yechen's hawk-like eyes narrowed as his thoughts drifted back to four years ago.

June 26, 2013.

At the graduation ceremony of the Royal Business Academy, he was in a foul mood and ended up drinking late into the night, not stopping until 3 a.m.

By then, most people had left, and those who remained, seeing his unsatisfied demeanor, left him in the care of a woman who had no idea what she was getting into.

In his drunken state, he was the epitome of allure, the kind that would make any woman fantasize. Initially, he thought, although Xu Qianqian wasn't a classic beauty, she was sharp, almost a match for him. So, he entrusted himself to her and passed out.

But what happened?

The next afternoon, he awoke shivering from the cold, only to find himself lying on a floor covered in footprints. Nearby, a woman was cozily wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly on the bed.

He got up from the floor, unwilling to accept this, and approached the woman on the bed. But after just a few steps, he felt discomfort—not from the hangover, but from his face and his knees.

He moved to the sofa, sat down, and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a knee swollen and bruised.

Seeing his injured knee, he immediately thought of the dull ache in his face.

Fear gripped him as he staggered to the mirror. The moment he saw his reflection, he was utterly devastated!

"Qianqian!" A furious shout echoed as he yanked Qianqian out of bed and threw her harshly onto the floor.

Qianqian was something else. Other women would do anything to get close to him, but her? She dragged him home? It was bad enough that he ended up bruised and battered on the way, but then she made him sleep on the floor? The floor!

Who was Yechen, after all? Even if he had passed out, she could have just called a cab and sent him to a hotel, right? But no, Qianqian had the audacity to dump him on the floor!

At his place, the floors were mopped three times a day, scrubbed with disinfectant, and then covered with clean, fresh carpets. But her place? Shoe prints everywhere, underwear tossed around like confetti, the whole room looked like a pigsty. And he had to spend the entire night in that mess?

Every time he thought about it, his heart couldn't settle. When had Yechen ever been treated like this? And by a woman, no less!

On the floor, Qianqian frowned in annoyance, feeling a sudden pain on her forehead. She got up and, seeing Yechen fuming nearby, Qianqian's own temper flared.

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