Mm! You really are more foolish than others.

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Receiving a call from Little Seven, she laughed, “Xiyang, why are you calling during work hours?”

“Uh, I just have a question for you.”

“Ask me anything.”

“That black card, you know, the bank card that’s all black—what kind of card is that...”

“You have one of those?” Yiyang’s tone was full of surprise.

Little Seven instinctively denied it, “No, I just happened to see one by chance. It looked so imposing, so distinguished, so I wanted to ask about it.”

“That card has no spending limit; very few people possess it. Who did you see with that kind of card?”

“Oh, I don’t know them. I have to get back to work, bye!”

No way—unlimited spending?

Little Seven felt like the card was burning a hole in her hand; she had to return it to him immediately.

Being a woman of action, Little Seven rushed straight to the office, only to find that the president seemed to be in a rather foul mood.

Well, that made sense. After what she said to him at Dr. Pan’s yesterday, of course he’d be upset.

But even after all that, today he’d entrusted her with such a weighty card.

Sigh!

She felt terribly guilty.

All the more reason not to keep it.

With a slap, she placed the black card beside President Lin’s hand, “President Lin, thank you for your kindness, but I really can’t accept this card.”

His eyes moved from his paperwork to the black card, and he pondered for a moment.

Then he took back the card, pulled a white box from his drawer, and handed it to her. “Take this.”

Curious, Little Seven opened the box. Inside was a necklace—its chain simple and unadorned, looking quite ordinary.

This probably wasn’t expensive, so it should be fine to accept.

But why did he keep giving her things?

Sigh...

Taking the box, Yichen looked up, “Remember to wear it.”

“Oh!”

“It’s almost ten o’clock. Go bring me my lunch.”

“Oh!”

Little Seven floated out of the office to pick up lunch at Auntie’s restaurant.

On the way, she glanced at the letters on the white box.

Why didn’t she recognize any of these letters?

At the restaurant, she showed it to Xiaobai.

“Xiaobai, do you know what these letters are?”

Xiaobai shook her head. “Maybe ask a colleague or that Lin Yiyang.”

“Good idea.” Naturally, Little Seven wouldn’t foolishly bring the item to ask. Instead, she copied the letters onto a piece of paper.

She arrived at the company ten minutes early and showed the copied letters to her colleagues, asking them.

They said it was French, but they didn’t know what it meant. However, one colleague recognized a word, “This looks like a jewelry brand. That brand is supposed to be super expensive—most of their pieces are over a million.”

My goodness, that expensive?

Hearing the price, Little Seven had only one thought: let the wind blow it far, far away... If it was really that valuable, thank goodness she hadn’t worn it—otherwise, her neck might be in danger of being snapped by a thief >_

Honestly, why did he have to give such an extravagant gift?

Little Seven was utterly dejected, murmuring, “Why give me something so expensive?”

Under the surprised and puzzled looks of her colleagues, she drifted back to her post like a wandering spirit.

For over ten minutes, she sat lost in thought, staring at the box.

No wonder he was a big capitalist—he wielded both carrot and stick tactics with such skill.

Sigh...

Her melancholy stemmed from the conflict in her heart.

As the saying goes, one should not accept rewards without merit.

Receiving such a valuable gift for no reason weighed heavily on Little Seven’s conscience.

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She could never accept something like this, not even if her life depended on it.

The gossipy colleague had been observing the absent-minded Little Seven for a while and was just about to come over for some gossip when Little Seven, carrying the lunch, drifted away toward the president’s office.

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With her mind full of percent signs, she stopped in front of President Lin. Yichen looked up, his gaze landing on her neck, and his face instantly turned cold.

Little Seven, seeing the president’s chilly expression, felt the percent signs in her head scatter, thoroughly confused.

She remembered that when she had left at ten o’clock, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood. Why the sudden change...?

Could it be... he was hungry?

She glanced at the clock on the wall—uh, it was already half past eleven.

Presidents hungry for lunch were usually in a foul or even fierce mood. Better to stroke the tiger’s whiskers after feeding him.

She immediately opened the lunchbox. Seeing a dish with green peppers, she took her chopsticks and picked them out for him, putting them straight into her own mouth.

After finishing off the green peppers, she handed the chopsticks to Yichen.

Sure enough, President Lin’s expression gradually softened.

Then, just like before, she served him a meal and quietly withdrew.

Little Seven thought, how silly—next time she’d just bring two servings at once.

As the saying goes, it’s hard to speak ill of someone whose food you’ve eaten or whose gifts you’ve received. She was accepting his gifts and eating his food—how could this go on?

Thinking this, Little Seven spoke up, but the president got there first. “Didn’t I tell you to wear it?”

Little Seven was momentarily blank, then realized what he meant after five seconds.

She had been meaning to bring this up, but didn’t want to upset him, so she tried to be tactful. Taking out the white box, she said, “President Lin, I don’t recognize what this is, so I...”

It was in French, after all—she couldn’t read it.

Yichen pointed to each word and explained them one by one.

Yet one of them didn’t match what her colleague had said.

“That’s odd, this word isn’t what Sister Liu said it was.”

Yichen frowned, “You asked someone else about it?”

“Yes, I copied it down and asked.”

Hearing this, the president’s face, which had just softened, turned cold again.

He scolded her, “You asked others about something like this? If you’re not embarrassed, I am.”

“……”

Was not recognizing French really so embarrassing? Little Seven felt terribly wronged. She wasn’t from Earth, after all, and she already knew quite a bit of English.

So she retorted, “Please don’t judge me by Earth superhero standards, okay? Besides, even if it’s embarrassing, it’s me being embarrassed—not you.”

“You’re my employee. Of course it concerns me.”

“……”

Yichen’s face turned an even deeper shade of green as he tried to compose himself. He pointed at the French words on the box and translated again, “Listen carefully. This is...”

He translated each word, but Little Seven was stunned.

Wow, the president really was extraordinary—he even spoke French fluently.

Before her amazement had passed, Yichen had finished. “Did you get all that? It’s just a simple...”

“I didn’t catch it.”

She’d been too busy marveling to listen properly.

Yichen looked at her as if she were a pig. Little Seven wanted to protest, but decided not to risk angering him, so she bowed her head in feigned shame.

“When you rattled off fluent English to Klaus, I thought you were pretty smart. Turns out you’re just stupid.”

“……”

The truth was, it wasn’t her ignorance of French that upset him, but rather her earlier words.

Even if it’s embarrassing, it’s me being embarrassed—not you.

That sentence had truly angered him.

Meanwhile, Little Seven was thinking, is it really worth getting mad just because I asked a colleague?

But Dr. Pan had said not to upset him—she needed to praise him.

So, with a sweet smile, she massaged his shoulders, “President Lin, don’t be mad. I know you’re smart and amazing. Why not write it down for me?”

Looking at her beaming face, Yichen finally picked up a pen and wrote it out in Chinese on a piece of paper.

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His posture as he held the pen was powerful and charismatic, exuding a natural command of the situation. The characters he wrote were bold and vigorous.

Little Seven’s gaze unconsciously shifted from the paper to Yichen himself, and she found herself watching him in a trance.

Why did this capitalist, bent over writing, suddenly seem so gentle?

Just moments ago, he’d looked ready to explode... It must be an illusion.

When Yichen finished and looked up, he caught Little Seven staring at him, lost in thought, and his mood instantly brightened. “Take a look.”

“Oh!” Little Seven looked down.

Yichen smiled faintly, “You can read Chinese, can’t you?”

The president’s unexpected smile dazzled Little Seven, and she nodded reflexively.

Satisfied, Yichen took out the necklace. “Let me put it on you.”

“Oh!”

But as her gaze fell on the necklace gleaming with golden light, Little Seven jerked herself back to reality.

“President Lin, did you write this correctly?” She pointed to the letters on the box, then at his translation. “This letter isn’t the same brand as you wrote.”

Seeing Yichen’s brows knit together, Little Seven quickly found a scapegoat. “It’s what Sister Liu said.”

Sorry, Sister Liu.

She really couldn’t afford to let the president be upset!

Feeling guilty, Little Seven hurried to make up for it, listing Liu’s virtues. “President Lin, Sister Liu is beautiful, capable, attentive, gentle, and she has a master’s degree. Having such an outstanding employee is truly your good fortune!”

Yichen: “……”

He gritted his teeth. “Yes, my good fortune.”

Sensing an opening, Little Seven continued, “Exactly, such an excellent employee. So this gift should go to Sister Liu.”

Yichen narrowed his eyes. “Mm, you really are dumber than her.”

“……”

Wasn’t the point to give the gift to Sister Liu? How did this turn into an insult?

“President Lin, so this gift...”

“She is indeed much smarter than you.”

“……”

So, is he giving it or not?

Why did capitalists always have to be so inscrutable? Couldn’t he just give a straightforward answer?

Little Seven was getting dizzy from his roundabout logic.

“This necklace is just right for your foolish neck,” Yichen said with a cold snort.

“……”

Every word was a personal attack. Little Seven was almost at her limit.

But, considering his health...

She endured.

Seeing her so aggrieved, Yichen’s mood improved. He pulled her over and fastened the necklace around her neck.

“I don’t want it.”

Little Seven deftly shrank her neck away.

Yichen’s expression clouded over once more.

Ignoring his shifting moods, Little Seven stammered, “If I keep accepting your things and eating your food, and you keep giving, and I keep accepting, on and on, won’t I end up as an indentured worker instead of a regular employee?”

Yichen: “……”

Indentured worker... Little Seven shuddered, a chill running down her spine—she said resolutely, “I absolutely refuse to accept this. If I take it once, it’ll never end. Refusing is a matter of principle; accepting is a matter of life. So I’d rather offend the president than become an indentured worker.”

“……”

Yichen was left speechless by her logic.

At last he sighed, “Xiyang, today’s my birthday.”

Huh?

That can’t be right. She blurted out, “You should be receiving gifts from me on your birthday, not the other way around.”