Even if you want to provoke President Lin, you can't use me as your target!

You really can’t go head to head with President Lin!

Three things flashed through Xiaoqi’s mind.

Battling the heavens, she always won.

Battling the earth, she always won.

Battling the president, she always lost—utterly and completely.

“President Lin, I didn’t actually mean what I just said,” she stammered.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then what did you mean?”

“Well…” Xiaoqi racked her brain, but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t come up with a way to save herself.

Damn it, either way, she was doomed.

No matter how she spun it, she knew she couldn’t fool him.

So why bother? She might as well just spout nonsense.

“It’s just that you had coffee earlier, and drinking tea right after isn’t good for your health,” she blurted out.

Yichen was silent.

Xiaoqi felt beyond saving.

But—

He smiled faintly. “So you’re concerned… about my health.”

That smile sent a chill down her spine. She nodded hurriedly, “Yes, yes, I care very much about President Lin’s health.”

“And why do you care about my health?”

Why indeed?

Xiaoqi struggled for an answer, stammering, “Because… the president’s good health is the employees’ happiness.”

He nodded approvingly. “My health is your happiness. Well said.” He looked quite pleased. “Well then, I’m perfectly healthy. You may go.”

Ugh, why did it sound so strange when he said it?

Xiaoqi was puzzled, but since she could leave and didn’t have to serve him—well, at least not for now—she tossed the question to the back of her mind and dashed out of the office.

Watching her flee, Yichen thought he’d need to try different tactics with her in the future.

As for what she’d said the other day about feeling nothing for him—if that were really true, then why would she go on a hunger strike?

Such a stubborn little liar.

But he couldn’t bear to let her go. If she didn’t behave, he’d simply keep her firmly in his grasp, with nowhere to run.

Xiaoqi stormed back to her post, seething with indignation, but nowhere to vent it.

She got up and rushed to the restroom, pulling out her phone.

There was a game app on it.

Last night, after being driven half mad by a certain someone, Xiaobai had recommended a boss-fighting game.

She’d downloaded it right away.

She slaughtered the bosses in the game without mercy, finally feeling a little better.

From now on, every time the real-life boss tormented her, she’d turn around and take it out on the virtual bosses. Even if it was just a game, at least it helped her vent her anger.

Otherwise, she really would die at the hands of that capitalist—die from sheer rage.

She might have always thought about ending her life, but to be killed by fury? That would ruin her reputation forever.

Sitting on the toilet, she started fighting the game’s boss.

A senior manager knocked on the president’s office door, entering after receiving permission.

“President Lin, these are all the projects for this month. Please have a look.”

Yichen opened the folder, nodding with satisfaction.

The manager saw the president seemed to be in a good mood and blurted out, “President, when I came in just now, I saw Miss Ye storming off to the restroom looking very upset. Did you two have a fight?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it. President Lin wasn’t the approachable type. Subordinates were always respectful and never dared to mention anything but work. But the scene he’d witnessed earlier somehow made him speak out.

Yichen hadn’t expected the comment, and after a moment, he replied casually, “Oh?”

The manager tried to gauge the meaning behind that “oh,” and decided he wasn’t angry, breathing a quiet sigh of relief.

After a moment, Yichen handed the folder back. “The project results are good. Your department gets a bonus this month.”

“Thank you, President Lin.”

“You may go.”

“Yes, sir.”

Yichen tapped the desk with his finger, thoughtful.

Meanwhile, in the restroom, Xiaoqi fiercely battered the boss until it was down to its last sliver of health, lying in a pool of blood. She was just about to claim her victory when a call came in.

After all, she was technically at work—hiding in the restroom to play games did make her a bit guilty.

She glanced at the screen. It was President Lin.

Great, he must have noticed she wasn’t at her post and was checking up on her.

But, it hadn’t even been that long—surely taking a bathroom break wasn’t out of line.

With that thought, she felt a bit bolder and answered, “Hello?”

“Come downstairs and go to the hospital with me.”

“What?”

“You’re my girlfriend now. In fact, you’re my ailing girlfriend. Forgotten already?”

In the company, he suppressed her. As his girlfriend, she’d be even more under his thumb outside—she wasn’t having it. Any more of this, and she’d cough up blood.

“President Lin,” Xiaoqi started hesitantly, but realized that tone was all wrong. She wasn’t the one asking for a favor—he was.

Besides, she was the one who’d proposed breaking up.

She cleared her throat and tried again. “President Lin, I’m only pretending to be your girlfriend. You can just tell your father we quarreled and broke up, and then—”

“I need a girlfriend,” Yichen’s voice grew colder. “I don’t plan to waste more time on this, nor am I interested in getting to know someone new and starting a relationship from scratch. So you’re the most suitable. Come down.”

He hung up.

What on earth was that supposed to mean?

Suddenly she remembered what Fang Li had told her about President Lin’s illness.

Only with her by his side would his illness improve.

Capitalists were truly something else—even their illnesses were unique.

Sigh.

Then another thought struck her.

She looked down at her phone.

No! The boss monster she’d nearly defeated was now swaggering around her corpse…

She’d lost a level.

As expected, bosses are never any good—they even know how to use diversion tactics!

Hmph! Old grudges mixed with new ones!

Going to the hospital, was it?

Xiaoqi glared furiously at her screen, clenching her fist.

Within twenty minutes, she arrived at the car, opening the passenger door.

Predictably, it was locked.

Well, of course—they’d never let her sit alone.

So she ended up sitting with the president.

Seeing her get in, Fang Li couldn’t help but wipe away cold sweat.

Miss Ye, it took you twenty minutes to come downstairs—you really are a tortoise!

Fang Li started the engine, glancing in the rearview mirror.

President Lin’s expression was still as dark as ever.

Should he try to start a conversation, lighten the mood?

But what could he even say?

“Assistant Fang,” Xiaoqi leaned forward, almost sprawling across the back of the driver’s seat, “Although we’re colleagues, my feelings for you go beyond mere collegiality. At work, you’re always so kind and gentle, making me feel like I’ve found a soulmate—”

Suddenly a large hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back. Yichen, expressionless, instructed, “Sit properly.”

Fang Li broke out in a sweat.

Miss Ye, even if you want to provoke President Lin, please don’t use me as your prop!