C5 Working Overtime on the First Day

"Take Miss Xu to her room. Work starts at seven tomorrow morning!" After a few bites, Leng Yechen lost his appetite, stood up, and headed to the second floor.

Watching him go upstairs, Xu Qianqian squinted slightly. She hadn't brought anything with her. What would she wear to work tomorrow? Plus, her luggage and many personal items were still at home.

Noticing her concern, the butler approached with a reassuring smile. "Miss Xu, don't worry. Director Leng has arranged everything for you."

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian was slightly taken aback, surprised that the usually aloof man could be so considerate.

She went upstairs, took a shower, and got ready for bed in one smooth motion. Soon, Xu Qianqian was wearing the silk pajamas Leng Yechen had prepared for her and slipped into the soft, comfortable bed, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

Next door, Leng Yechen was typing away on his keyboard, but he couldn't shake the image of Xu Qianqian from his mind. A strange feeling stirred within him, like a warm current coursing through his body. Was he actually interested in her? Ridiculous. He wouldn't be attracted to someone he disliked.

Yet, whenever he thought of Xu Qianqian, no matter how composed he tried to be, he couldn't maintain his calm. Even if he disliked her, she was still a living, breathing woman, and one with certain... attributes.

Getting up, Leng Yechen found himself at Xu Qianqian's door, momentarily stunned. What was he doing? Why was he here in the middle of the night?

Just as he turned to leave, the door opened, revealing a sleepy face with slightly dreamy eyes. Her voice was clear and melodious. "Director Leng, it's late. Is there something you need?"

Leng Yechen furrowed his brow, his gaze lingering on her neck for a moment before freezing. Following his eyes to her chest, Xu Qianqian was suddenly taken aback. She realized her pajamas had a V-neck, and she quickly pulled the collar tight, trying to cover up. Unfortunately, it was too late—Yechen had already seen everything.

"Hmm? Who picked that fabric? Nice design!" Yechen smirked mischievously, eyeing her pajamas, his body tensing slightly.

Remembering her earlier question, Yechen paused briefly and explained, "There's a meeting at eight tomorrow morning. I need you to organize the report."

The moment he finished speaking, any trace of sleepiness vanished from Xu Qianqian's mind. Seriously? A report at this hour? She was nearly asleep, and now she had to wake up and work? This was just... inhumane!

"But I don't have a computer right now," Xu Qianqian protested weakly.

"I have one in my room. Use mine to work on the report. I'll need it for my presentation tomorrow." With that, Yechen turned and headed back to his bedroom, waiting for Qianqian to follow.

Ugh... Xu Qianqian was left in a daze. Director Leng, is it really appropriate for me to work in your room in the middle of the night?

Reluctantly, Xu Qianqian went to Yechen's room. Just as she was about to mention that typing might disturb his rest, she noticed his keyboard was a silent, chiclet-style one. No matter how hard she typed, it wouldn't make a sound.

Well, orders from the boss can't be ignored!

Focused intently on her work at the computer, Xu Qianqian was oblivious to the subtle smile that flickered in Yechen's dark eyes as he lay on the soft bed behind her.

Xu Qianqian, we've got a long road ahead of us...

It was only in the middle of the night that Xu Qianqian, stifling a yawn, glanced at the already sleeping Yechen. She fought the urge to give him a good smack, tiptoeing back to her own room.

However, the maids patrolling downstairs were surprised to see her. They watched as she sneaked back to her room in silk pajamas from Leng Yechen's room, suddenly realizing something.

So, Miss Xu really was different.

Although she was officially the secretary, it seemed she was actually Young Master Leng's girlfriend.

At first, everyone wondered if Young Master Leng had any romantic interests, as they had never seen him with a girlfriend. But today, they understood.

The next morning, Xu Qianqian, with slightly tired eyes, yawned sleepily, splashed her face with cold water, and hurried downstairs.

At the breakfast table, Leng Yechen glanced at Xu Qianqian's outfit, thinking to himself that professional attire really suited a woman with her figure.

"Miss Xu, do you have your passport with you?" the butler asked respectfully, careful not to look directly at her.

Ever since he learned that Xu Qianqian had returned to her room from Leng Yechen's late at night, he understood that she was not someone they could casually observe.

Passport?

It should be here.

Xu Qianqian instinctively rummaged through her bag and pulled out a passport from seven years ago.

Her passport had the most stamps from the U.S., as that was where she had studied.

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