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[05]

[16:30:24]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group New Media Center]
Secretary Song, dressed in formal business attire like a workplace elite, sat in a chair surrounded by a photo and filming crew from a business magazine.

“Secretary Song, don’t be nervous,” the photographer said. “Just show your usual work state. This is a state you should be very familiar with.”

Song Ruochen: “Uh.”
(Not really familiar.)

Standing in the corner, Jian Yuheng quietly chuckled.

Song Ruochen sat at the computer and pretended to type a few times.

“Still a bit lacking,” the photographer said. “I think Secretary Song can look even better.”

“I’ll do it, let me give some direction,” Jian Yuheng stepped forward.

“Chenchen, sit by the window,” Jian Yuheng said. “Turn your head slightly, don’t look straight at the camera, wear one earphone on your right ear, and rest your right index finger on it.”

Song Ruochen: “Okay.”
He followed the instructions. The photographer quickly moved in and took several shots.

“Then I think…” Jian Yuheng said, “sit by the conference table, tilt the glass of water filled tea slightly this way. Yes, just like that, with a slight smile.”

Song Ruochen: “:)”

“Not bad,” praised the photographer who was shooting the interview photos.

“Xiao Jian,” Song Ruochen patted Jian Yuheng’s shoulder, “you’re really good at posing.”

Jian Yuheng: “……”

“Do you know when I look best?” Song Ruochen asked.

Jian Yuheng shook his head: “I know when I’m most moved.”

Song Ruochen: “:0”
Song Ruochen and Jian Yuheng began whispering to each other.

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“Do all villains have such high emotional intelligence?” Song Ruochen asked.

“We… villains,” Jian Yuheng said, “Don’t you think some literary works portray villains as great at arguing and brainwashing?”

Song Ruochen: “…That’s true.”

“Secretary Song,” a reporter from the business magazine spoke, “Our interview is about to start. We will divide it into two parts. The first part would like you to talk about how to become a perfect secretary. The second part, based on messages from our official account’s followers, we want to ask you and Second Young Master some questions everyone is curious about. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” Song Ruochen said.

The photographer adjusted the camera position, and he sat down opposite the reporter.

“The first question,” the reporter began, “Many company leaders want to have a perfect secretary like you. What do you think it takes to become a perfect secretary?”

Jian Yuheng: “……”
“A fine bird chooses a fine tree to perch on,” Song Ruochen said. “Before you think about having a perfect secretary, you should consider whether you are a perfect company leader.”

Jian Feng: “Brother, am I?”
Jian Yuheng: “Go away.”

“People always want to move upward,” Song Ruochen said. “Don’t ask if you have good employees. Ask whether your salary is worthy of them.”

Jian Feng: “……”

“We at Xiaoshi are a great company,” Song Ruochen said. “Whether it’s President Jian, Second Young Master, or the management team, everyone is very tolerant and allows me to grow.”

Song Ruochen quietly added, “Allows me to grow from the ocean trench.”

“I really like Xiaoshi Group, I like every employee except the insiders,” Song Ruochen said. “I have never been the so-called perfect secretary everyone talks about. It’s everyone in Xiaoshi who keeps praising me.”

Jian Feng: “Brother, don’t elbow me.”
Jian Feng: “Secretary Song is very good.”

“Secretary Song is too modest,” said the business magazine reporter Lao Shushu. “Next, I want to ask the second question. Your script ideas always surprise us, whether it’s ads or dramas, the scripts are quite… magical.”

Reporter: “Are you a rather cold person in real life? Where do you usually get your inspiration for these scripts?”

Song Ruochen: “0.o?”
“Not magical,” Song Ruochen said. “I myself am more magical than the scripts.”

“Ha ha ha, Secretary Song is joking,” said the reporter. “It seems inspiration is also something unpredictable for you.”

“No, I can catch it,” Song Ruochen said quietly. “My meeting with Second Young Master was more magical than any script.”

Jian Yuheng: “……”

[17:00:02]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group New Media Center]

“Everything I said is true,” Song Ruochen whispered to Jian Yuheng. “But no one believes me.”

“That’s good,” Jian Yuheng said meaningfully. “Because of your efforts, the image of the perfect secretary is deeply rooted in people’s minds.”

“Maybe so,” Song Ruochen said. “I’m the bad guy’s exclusive dumb secretary.”

Jian Yuheng: “Just don’t spill tea on my lap.”

“Secretary Song, Second Young Master Jian,” the business magazine’s editing assistant came over, “Are you both ready to start the second part of our interview?”

“Ready,” Song Ruochen said.

“Same here,” Jian Yuheng said.

“Please have a seat,” said the reporter in charge of the interview. “We’ve selected a few questions from netizens that many are interested in and want to ask both of you.”

Song Ruochen: “Go ahead.”

“A while ago, all of City A was focused on your wedding,” the reporter said. “You two have only been married a few months. I want to ask, where did you go for your honeymoon?”

“Hawthorn production area,” Song Ruochen answered.

Jian Yuheng: “Uh, I took him to the place where I studied when I was young, took him to eat all the foods I thought were good, visited one or two places I thought were nice for travel.”

“Second Young Master, only one or two places you think are nice?” the reporter asked.

“No,” Jian Yuheng smiled, “Sometimes Secretary Song is too lazy to travel.”

Song Ruochen nudged Jian Yuheng’s leg resting on the chair.

“It seems your relationship has always been good,” the reporter said. “It’s said the Second Young Master pursued Secretary Song first? When you two dated, if someone was late, would the other be upset?”

“I don’t arrive late,” Song Ruochen said.

Jian Yuheng: “.”

“We don’t need to make special appointments,” Jian Yuheng said. “Since we work at the same company, I just need to make a quick call, say ‘Secretary Song, come over,’ and that counts as a date.”

“Ha ha ha, right. You two work in the same company, no need to put extra effort into dating,” the reporter said.

“But when we’re not working, we often go out together,” Jian Yuheng said. “Secretary Song likes self-driving trips; sometimes on weekends we drive to a neighboring city for a picnic.”

“Oh?” The reporter became interested. “Does Secretary Song drive?”

“He does,” Song Ruochen said. “He’s a bit timid when it comes to death.”

Jian Yuheng: “.”

Jian Feng: “?”

“Their picnics are fun,” Jian Feng interrupted. “Sometimes I and Xiao Ci go along; little brother’s barbecue is delicious.”

“Let me check the netizens’ questions again,” the reporter flipped through the computer screen and found a question. “Have you two ever tried switching roles at home? Second Young Master as secretary, Secretary Song as CEO?”

Jian Yuheng: “.”

Song Ruochen: “:D”

“Interesting,” Song Ruochen said. “Xiao Jian, from now on, you’re Secretary Jian.”

“From now on?” Jian Yuheng asked plaintively. “Can I still do freelance?”

“Have you ever argued after you got together?” the reporter asked.

“No, no,” Song Ruochen shook his head. “Second Young Master has a very good temper.”

The reporter smiled: “From what I understand, there are rumors that Second Young Master is hard to get along with? Is that untrue?”

“Not untrue,” Jian Yuheng said. “I used to be a bit arrogant and impatient.”

“Where does your good temper come from now?” the reporter asked curiously.

“Infinity pool,” said Jian Yuheng.
Reporter: “?”
What’s that?

“Brother is pretty good,” Jian Feng said from the side. “When he just came back, some people at the company still provoked him, but brother didn’t get angry and just smiled it off.”

“Does Secretary Song ever argue with Second Young Master?” the reporter turned to ask Song Ruochen again.
“No arguments,” Song Ruochen answered immediately, “The strongest setup in the whole book, the strongest force on the surface, I have no complaints.”
Just a slight dissatisfaction with the size.
But that’s not Second Young Master’s fault.
Reporter: “?”
The way these two AO people talk is so abstract, it’s hard to grasp what they mean.

The visiting reporter asked a few more questions, and the business magazine interview ended in a pleasant atmosphere.
Jian Feng gave each member of the magazine team a souvenir gift.
“When this issue of the magazine is released, it will be sent to Xiaoshi first,” said one of the team members.

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[06]

 [17:20:03]
[Monitoring area: Xiaoshi Group first-floor lobby reception]

 “Hello, do you have an appointment?” Yue Bing asked.

 “It’s me,” said Yan Ci, carrying a bag full of keyboard and mouse peripherals.

 “Madam, hello,” Yue Bing nodded in greeting, “Secretary Song is working overtime tonight. He took part in a business magazine interview and should be finishing soon.”

 After speaking, Yue Bing seemed to remember something: “Ah, President Jian also went over there, he’s working overtime too.”

 “Wow, Little Grape’s interview,” said Yan Ci, “I want to buy 50 copies to collect, don’t tell Fuzzy Monster.”

 Yan Ci happily left the front desk.

[17:30:22]
[Monitoring area: Xiaoshi Group corridor No.3]

 Song Ruochen and Jian Yuheng walked side by side down the corridor.

 “This magazine has great influence,” Jian Yuheng said, “From now on, my Little Grape will be a well-known figure in the business circle.”

 “I’ll continue to contribute my humble efforts to Xiaoshi,” Song Ruochen said modestly.
He lowered his gaze, smiling slightly.

 Jian Yuheng suddenly turned his head and stared at the person beside him for a moment.

 “What’s up?” Song Ruochen asked, “Am I a shining star in the crowd?”

 Jian Yuheng: “…”

 Here we go again.

 Jian Yuheng suddenly bent down and lifted Secretary Song onto his shoulder.

 The suddenly upside-down Grape: “?”

[17:33:45]
[Monitoring area: Xiaoshi Group corridor No.4]

 The two AO people walked forward shoulder to shoulder.

 “I won’t ruin the atmosphere anymore,” Song Ruochen promised, “I swear on Jian Yuheng’s money.”

 “Then why did you suddenly stare at me just now?” Jian Yuheng asked.

 “The makeup artist did a nice job with your interview light makeup,” Jian Yuheng said.

 Especially Song Ruochen’s lips, which naturally had a pale color, looked even better after the makeup artist applied some light red lip gloss.

 “They took so many photos of me,” Song Ruochen said, “I picked two best ones just now, but I didn’t include them in the interview article; we keep those private.”

 He took out two printed photos from his pocket and handed them to Jian Yuheng.

 “By the way, Xiao Jian,” Song Ruochen whispered, “Still that question, I’m actually curious — if we swapped identities, how would it be?”

 Jian Yuheng: “Me as Secretary Jian?”

 Song Ruochen: “Yep, and I want to be the emperor.”

 Jian Yuheng: “…”

 “Get up on time every morning, wake President Song up, prepare breakfast for President Song, drive President Song to the company,” Jian Yuheng said, “Arrange a day’s work for President Song.”

 “That’s too much for one day,” Song Ruochen said, “Let’s do half a day. The company is mine, I say the rules.”

 “Okay, President Song,” Jian Yuheng said lazily, “Then assist President Song in meetings, help handle work, and arrange afternoon tea for President Song.”

 “Sounds good,” Song Ruochen said, “With Secretary Jian on the job, I’m very reassured.”

 “Then comes the evening…” Jian Yuheng lowered his voice.

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“In the evening, no need for that,” Song Ruochen said, “Secretary Jian can get off work then.”

 “Secretary Jian is quite dedicated,” Jian Yuheng said, “President Song is busy managing state affairs and often has trouble sleeping at night; this secretary has a hundred ways to help President Song sleep.”

 “Are you sure those are proper methods?” Song Ruochen asked, “… Secretary Jian is not serious, dock his entire salary.”

 Jian Yuheng laughed.

 “President Song doesn’t like it?” he asked.

“Ahhh Little Grape!” Yan Ci appeared in the corridor.

 “Sister-in-law,” Jian Yuheng greeted, “My brother is just a bit further back.”

 “Little Grape, who did your blush? It’s so pretty!” Da Zao pushed open the Hawthorn, 

“Your eyeliner looks good too, today you look like a workplace elite, Grape.”

 Jian Yuheng: “:(”

 “Hm? I didn’t put on blush?” Song Ruochen was momentarily stunned, “Ah…”

 “Today is Christmas Eve, and it snowed, the streets outside are great for walking,” Yan Ci said, “Wait for me to accompany you to the mall later, I want to buy a new keyboard.”

 “Brother,” Yan Ci said, “You come too; bring my husband; let’s spend Christmas Eve together.”

 “Okay.” Jian Yuheng pulled Song Ruochen in close, “We’ll go change clothes and be right back.”

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[07]

 [18:00:00]
[Monitoring area: Xiaoshi Group first-floor employee lounge]

 Yan Ci sat next to Jian Feng, phone screen showing a game interface.

 “Why haven’t they come down yet?” Jian Feng asked.

 “Don’t rush the newlyweds,” Yan Ci said.

 Jian Feng raised a finger, pointed at Yan Ci, then at himself: “We’re newlyweds too.”

 “We’ve been married two or three years,” Yan Ci said.

 “Always like newlyweds…” Jian Feng paused, “Loving…”

 Yan Ci: “0.0**”

 “I figured it out!” Yan Ci said, “When you came in just now, you opened the door with your left hand, just like me!”

 Jian Feng: “.”

 “Just kidding,” Yan Ci said, “You can use whichever hand you want.”

 “Look.” Yan Ci handed over the phone screen, “I want to buy a new skin, I like all three of these, Jian Ge, help me choose the most suitable one?”

 “Buy all?” Jian Feng asked.

 “Buy one,” Yan Ci said, “Secretary Song said to spend less money on games. Once they realize money is easy to make, the skins and appearances will get worse and worse.”

 “Secretary Song… really knows his stuff,” Jian Feng said.

 “The second one.” Jian Feng said, “You seem to play archer-type characters often? This skin’s effects will look great when you use skills.”

 “You even know which character I like?” Yan Ci was surprised.

 “Mm, I watch.”

 Yan Ci: “0.0*”

 “I’ve watched a lot of your live streams and some of your commentaries,” Jian Feng said, “So when I’m free, I just want to know what you’re up to.”

 “I didn’t dare to say it before,” Jian Feng said, “But after Secretary Song got me used to it, I’m not embarrassed anymore.”

 Yan Ci: “…”