Chapter 202: Bullying the secretary: Making Wu Xue cry! (1)
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Chapter 202 Bullying the secretary: Making Wu Xue cry! (1)
As Lin Ruoxi, Wu Xue, and Zhang Wei entered the room, they were faced with a dilemma. The first reaction was to stop in their tracks, uncertain of how to proceed.
There was only one chair designated for the president, which rightfully belonged to Lin Ruoxi.
Another workspace had been prepared for Wu Xue, leaving no clear purpose for Zhang Wei now that Lin Ruoxi had returned to her position.
The man, though, shall never be left without purpose!
With two women in his hands, how can he lack purpose?
"Ruoxi, you haven't been in the office for the past two weeks, have you? Perhaps it's about time you get back to work," Zhang Wei spoke, his voice filled with affection, catching Lin Ruoxi off-guard.
Understanding his underlying message, she nodded promptly. "You're right. I need to check on the state of affairs in the company."
She immediately shifted back into her CEO mode, assuming her rightful position and leaving Wu Xue in Zhang Wei's grasp.
"Little Secretary, isn't it time you attend to the boss?" Zhang Wei whispered in Wu Xue's ear, playfully dragging her towards her cabin, separated by a glass wall.
"Uuu!"
Wu Xue's protest was muffled as Zhang Wei placed a hand over her mouth and spirited her away.
Lin Ruoxi could see everything through the glass wall but wisely chose not to interfere.
She could only hope that her friend wouldn't be too thoroughly "bullied" by him.
As the glass door swung shut behind them, Zhang Wei finally released Wu Xue. He settled into her chair, wearing a wicked smirk that hung on his face like a devilish secret.
"You!?" Wu Xue's voice trembled with disbelief as she realized he had dared to make advances in front of Lin Ruoxi.
Her eyes involuntarily darted towards Lin Ruoxi, engrossed in her laptop. "What have you done to her?" Wu Xue asked with suspicion dripping from her words.
She couldn't remember her friend acting like this; it had to be the handiwork of this villainous man!
Zhang Wei chuckled, surprising her by pulling her closer. "The same thing I did to you? She fell for me, just like you did."
Wu Xue's heart raced.
"Narcissist!" She snorted, provocatively leaning back against him, catching him off guard.
"Hm?" Zhang Wei's curiosity was piqued by her bold move. Meanwhile, Lin Ruoxi briefly glanced at them, her eyes narrowing before she let out a resigned sigh and returned to her work.
She wanted nothing to do with Zhang Wei; she was his slave, and she needed to remember that.
As she settled back at her desk, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. If it weren't for their presence, she would have been overcome by tears of longing.
_____
A palpable air of ambiguity hung in the small cabin, enveloping the twenty-six-year-old virgin as she seemed to succumb to her desires.
"Where do you live now?" Zhang Wei inquired, his hand delicately lifting her skirt and tracing his fingers along her thighs.
Unperturbed, Wu Xue replied, "I'm in the South District, near the apartment that was assigned to Vice President Yu Lei." Her gaze then fixated on Zhang Wei as she tilted her head. "Isn't she your wife?" Her words dripped with hesitation.
Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed, and he retorted, "Didn't you notice that during dinner? What's this sudden surprise for?"
Wu Xue was momentarily speechless, her eyes shifting to Lin Ruoxi. "Don't men usually avoid straying close to their own nests?" She asked tentatively, pondering the patience required for a woman to endure her husband's affairs within the same organization.
Zhang Wei tapped her head lightly. "Consider this a reminder, I should be your new boss. Learn to be polite, or I might have to deduct your salary," he warned, his tone laced with authority. Wu Xue pressed her lips together, staring at him in speechless defiance, then burst into laughter.
"What kind of boss abuses their employees like this?" She slapped away his hand, which had been inching dangerously upward.
For some inexplicable reason, perhaps fueled by the jealousy she felt after seeing him with Lin Ruoxi, Wu Xue had become remarkably provocative.
Her voice, dripping with seduction, was an invitation to commit sins.
Zhang Wei didn't interpret her actions as a rejection; rather, he responded by gently shifting her hair to expose her neck before leaning in to plant his lips against her skin.
!!
Wu Xue felt a chill run down her spine, the earlier confidence now wavering.
"How about moving to the North District? The company must have some spare flats for employees, right? If not, I can buy you a house," Zhang Wei proposed, a cunning plan taking shape in his mind.
Wu Xue instantly declined, her smile wry. "No thanks, I'd rather maintain my distance from others, and I don't want to owe anyone."
She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "... Do you intend to gather all your lovers in one place and create a battlefield?"
Zhang Wei nodded, acknowledging that it was wise to keep his women spread out.
However, he had no intention of letting Wu Xue off the hook so easily.
Today, he was determined to molest her.
"Lover? When did you become my lover?" He asked suddenly, causing Wu Xue to turn her head and look at him with wide, squinted eyes.
But upon seeing Zhang Wei's deadpan expression, her own countenance quickly changed. "Then what am I?" She retorted, a hint of frustration in her voice.
She had been itching to ask this question for a long time, and now the opportunity had presented itself. How could she resist?
Earlier, she had been filled with doubts, but if a woman like Lin Ruoxi didn't care about her status, why should she bother?
As Wu Xue's expression turned serious, Zhang Wei sensed that one wrong answer might result in a punch to the face.
He knew when women were about to deploy their weapons, and seeing her narrowed gaze, he swiftly altered his course.
"You still lack some qualifications to become my lover," he said, choosing his words carefully.
"What!?" Wu Xue was prepared for anything, but the words that came out of his mouth caught her completely off guard.
"I-I don't meet the qualifications, you say?" She asked through gritted teeth, struggling to contain herself.
Zhang Wei nodded, his tone resolute. "You're still a bit short of the standards."
!!
Before she could even use her petite fists, Zhang Wei had expertly restrained them, leaving her looking at him in a rather ridiculous manner.
She attempted to use her head as a weapon, but no matter how hard she tried, it seemed he had been prepared in advance.
"Ugh!" Wu Xue huffed in frustration. "You are so annoying!"
Zhang Wei chuckled, not releasing her hands. "Violence doesn't suit women. You need to curb this habit of yours first, maybe then you'll meet my standards."
"Are you for real?" Wu Xue felt like banging her head against the wall and doing a mental reset.
She was the violent one?
Wasn't he the very root cause of it all?
How had she suddenly acquired the "violent" tag?
But as she looked at his perpetually grinning face, she couldn't muster the mood for anything else.
She had no intention of being played by him any longer.
She was determined!
Zhang Wei released Wu Xue's fists and suddenly took her face in his hands.
With his thumbs at the corners of her lips, he comically stretched them into a grin, catching her off-guard.
"??"
"Now, it looks good. Keep smiling like this," Zhang Wei remarked, and an awkward, forced smile appeared on Wu Xue's face as she played along.
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Chapter 202 Bullying the secretary: Making Wu Xue cry! (1)
As Lin Ruoxi, Wu Xue, and Zhang Wei entered the room, they were faced with a dilemma. The first reaction was to stop in their tracks, uncertain of how to proceed.
There was only one chair designated for the president, which rightfully belonged to Lin Ruoxi.
Another workspace had been prepared for Wu Xue, leaving no clear purpose for Zhang Wei now that Lin Ruoxi had returned to her position.
The man, though, shall never be left without purpose!
With two women in his hands, how can he lack purpose?
"Ruoxi, you haven't been in the office for the past two weeks, have you? Perhaps it's about time you get back to work," Zhang Wei spoke, his voice filled with affection, catching Lin Ruoxi off-guard.
Understanding his underlying message, she nodded promptly. "You're right. I need to check on the state of affairs in the company."
She immediately shifted back into her CEO mode, assuming her rightful position and leaving Wu Xue in Zhang Wei's grasp.
"Little Secretary, isn't it time you attend to the boss?" Zhang Wei whispered in Wu Xue's ear, playfully dragging her towards her cabin, separated by a glass wall.
"Uuu!"
Wu Xue's protest was muffled as Zhang Wei placed a hand over her mouth and spirited her away.
Lin Ruoxi could see everything through the glass wall but wisely chose not to interfere.
She could only hope that her friend wouldn't be too thoroughly "bullied" by him.
As the glass door swung shut behind them, Zhang Wei finally released Wu Xue. He settled into her chair, wearing a wicked smirk that hung on his face like a devilish secret.
"You!?" Wu Xue's voice trembled with disbelief as she realized he had dared to make advances in front of Lin Ruoxi.
Her eyes involuntarily darted towards Lin Ruoxi, engrossed in her laptop. "What have you done to her?" Wu Xue asked with suspicion dripping from her words.
She couldn't remember her friend acting like this; it had to be the handiwork of this villainous man!
Zhang Wei chuckled, surprising her by pulling her closer. "The same thing I did to you? She fell for me, just like you did."
Wu Xue's heart raced.
"Narcissist!" She snorted, provocatively leaning back against him, catching him off guard.
"Hm?" Zhang Wei's curiosity was piqued by her bold move. Meanwhile, Lin Ruoxi briefly glanced at them, her eyes narrowing before she let out a resigned sigh and returned to her work.
She wanted nothing to do with Zhang Wei; she was his slave, and she needed to remember that.
As she settled back at her desk, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. If it weren't for their presence, she would have been overcome by tears of longing.
_____
A palpable air of ambiguity hung in the small cabin, enveloping the twenty-six-year-old virgin as she seemed to succumb to her desires.
"Where do you live now?" Zhang Wei inquired, his hand delicately lifting her skirt and tracing his fingers along her thighs.
Unperturbed, Wu Xue replied, "I'm in the South District, near the apartment that was assigned to Vice President Yu Lei." Her gaze then fixated on Zhang Wei as she tilted her head. "Isn't she your wife?" Her words dripped with hesitation.
Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed, and he retorted, "Didn't you notice that during dinner? What's this sudden surprise for?"
Wu Xue was momentarily speechless, her eyes shifting to Lin Ruoxi. "Don't men usually avoid straying close to their own nests?" She asked tentatively, pondering the patience required for a woman to endure her husband's affairs within the same organization.
Zhang Wei tapped her head lightly. "Consider this a reminder, I should be your new boss. Learn to be polite, or I might have to deduct your salary," he warned, his tone laced with authority. Wu Xue pressed her lips together, staring at him in speechless defiance, then burst into laughter.
"What kind of boss abuses their employees like this?" She slapped away his hand, which had been inching dangerously upward.
For some inexplicable reason, perhaps fueled by the jealousy she felt after seeing him with Lin Ruoxi, Wu Xue had become remarkably provocative.
Her voice, dripping with seduction, was an invitation to commit sins.
Zhang Wei didn't interpret her actions as a rejection; rather, he responded by gently shifting her hair to expose her neck before leaning in to plant his lips against her skin.
!!
Wu Xue felt a chill run down her spine, the earlier confidence now wavering.
"How about moving to the North District? The company must have some spare flats for employees, right? If not, I can buy you a house," Zhang Wei proposed, a cunning plan taking shape in his mind.
Wu Xue instantly declined, her smile wry. "No thanks, I'd rather maintain my distance from others, and I don't want to owe anyone."
She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "... Do you intend to gather all your lovers in one place and create a battlefield?"
Zhang Wei nodded, acknowledging that it was wise to keep his women spread out.
However, he had no intention of letting Wu Xue off the hook so easily.
Today, he was determined to molest her.
"Lover? When did you become my lover?" He asked suddenly, causing Wu Xue to turn her head and look at him with wide, squinted eyes.
But upon seeing Zhang Wei's deadpan expression, her own countenance quickly changed. "Then what am I?" She retorted, a hint of frustration in her voice.
She had been itching to ask this question for a long time, and now the opportunity had presented itself. How could she resist?
Earlier, she had been filled with doubts, but if a woman like Lin Ruoxi didn't care about her status, why should she bother?
As Wu Xue's expression turned serious, Zhang Wei sensed that one wrong answer might result in a punch to the face.
He knew when women were about to deploy their weapons, and seeing her narrowed gaze, he swiftly altered his course.
"You still lack some qualifications to become my lover," he said, choosing his words carefully.
"What!?" Wu Xue was prepared for anything, but the words that came out of his mouth caught her completely off guard.
"I-I don't meet the qualifications, you say?" She asked through gritted teeth, struggling to contain herself.
Zhang Wei nodded, his tone resolute. "You're still a bit short of the standards."
!!
Before she could even use her petite fists, Zhang Wei had expertly restrained them, leaving her looking at him in a rather ridiculous manner.
She attempted to use her head as a weapon, but no matter how hard she tried, it seemed he had been prepared in advance.
"Ugh!" Wu Xue huffed in frustration. "You are so annoying!"
Zhang Wei chuckled, not releasing her hands. "Violence doesn't suit women. You need to curb this habit of yours first, maybe then you'll meet my standards."
"Are you for real?" Wu Xue felt like banging her head against the wall and doing a mental reset.
She was the violent one?
Wasn't he the very root cause of it all?
How had she suddenly acquired the "violent" tag?
But as she looked at his perpetually grinning face, she couldn't muster the mood for anything else.
She had no intention of being played by him any longer.
She was determined!
Zhang Wei released Wu Xue's fists and suddenly took her face in his hands.
With his thumbs at the corners of her lips, he comically stretched them into a grin, catching her off-guard.
"??"
"Now, it looks good. Keep smiling like this," Zhang Wei remarked, and an awkward, forced smile appeared on Wu Xue's face as she played along.
Chapter 202 Bullying the secretary: Making Wu Xue cry! 1 As Lin Ruoxi, Wu Xue, and Zhang Wei entered the room, they were faced with a dilemma. The first reaction was to stop in their tracks, uncertain of how to proceed. There was only one chair designated for the president, which rightfully belonged to Lin Ruoxi. Another workspace had been prepared for Wu Xue, leaving no clear purpose for Zhang Wei now that Lin Ruoxi had returned to her position. The man, though, shall never be left without purpose! With two women in his hands, how can he lack purpose? "Ruoxi, you haven't been in the office for the past two weeks, have you? Perhaps it's about time you get back to work," Zhang Wei spoke, his voice filled with affection, catching Lin Ruoxi off-guard. Understanding his underlying message, she nodded promptly. "You're right. I need to check on the state of affairs in the company." She immediately shifted back into her CEO mode, assuming her rightful position and leaving Wu Xue in Zhang Wei's grasp. "Little Secretary, isn't it time you attend to the boss?" Zhang Wei whispered in Wu Xue's ear, playfully dragging her towards her cabin, separated by a glass wall. "Uuu!" Wu Xue's protest was muffled as Zhang Wei placed a hand over her mouth and spirited her away. Lin Ruoxi could see everything through the glass wall but wisely chose not to interfere. She could only hope that her friend wouldn't be too thoroughly "bullied" by him. As the glass door swung shut behind them, Zhang Wei finally released Wu Xue. He settled into her chair, wearing a wicked smirk that hung on his face like a devilish secret. "You!?" Wu Xue's voice trembled with disbelief as she realized he had dared to make advances in front of Lin Ruoxi. Her eyes involuntarily darted towards Lin Ruoxi, engrossed in her laptop. "What have you done to her?" Wu Xue asked with suspicion dripping from her words. She couldn't remember her friend acting like this; it had to be the handiwork of this villainous man! Zhang Wei chuckled, surprising her by pulling her closer. "The same thing I did to you? She fell for me, just like you did." Wu Xue's heart raced. "Narcissist!" She snorted, provocatively leaning back against him, catching him off guard. "Hm?" Zhang Wei's curiosity was piqued by her bold move. Meanwhile, Lin Ruoxi briefly glanced at them, her eyes narrowing before she let out a resigned sigh and returned to her work. She wanted nothing to do with Zhang Wei; she was his slave, and she needed to remember that. As she settled back at her desk, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. If it weren't for their presence, she would have been overcome by tears of longing. _____ A palpable air of ambiguity hung in the small cabin, enveloping the twenty-six-year-old virgin as she seemed to succumb to her desires. "Where do you live now?" Zhang Wei inquired, his hand delicately lifting her skirt and tracing his fingers along her thighs. Unperturbed, Wu Xue replied, "I'm in the South District, near the apartment that was assigned to Vice President Yu Lei." Her gaze then fixated on Zhang Wei as she tilted her head. "Isn't she your wife?" Her words dripped with hesitation. Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed, and he retorted, "Didn't you notice that during dinner? What's this sudden surprise for?" Wu Xue was momentarily speechless, her eyes shifting to Lin Ruoxi. "Don't men usually avoid straying close to their own nests?" She asked tentatively, pondering the patience required for a woman to endure her husband's affairs within the same organization. Zhang Wei tapped her head lightly. "Consider this a reminder, I should be your new boss. Learn to be polite, or I might have to deduct your salary," he warned, his tone laced with authority. Wu Xue pressed her lips together, staring at him in speechless defiance, then burst into laughter. "What kind of boss abuses their employees like this?" She slapped away his hand, which had been inching dangerously upward. For some inexplicable reason, perhaps fueled by the jealousy she felt after seeing him with Lin Ruoxi, Wu Xue had become remarkably provocative. Her voice, dripping with seduction, was an invitation to commit sins. Zhang Wei didn't interpret her actions as a rejection; rather, he responded by gently shifting her hair to expose her neck before leaning in to plant his lips against her skin. !! Wu Xue felt a chill run down her spine, the earlier confidence now wavering. "How about moving to the North District? The company must have some spare flats for employees, right? If not, I can buy you a house," Zhang Wei proposed, a cunning plan taking shape in his mind. Wu Xue instantly declined, her smile wry. "No thanks, I'd rather maintain my distance from others, and I don't want to owe anyone." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "... Do you intend to gather all your lovers in one place and create a battlefield?" Zhang Wei nodded, acknowledging that it was wise to keep his women spread out. However, he had no intention of letting Wu Xue off the hook so easily. Today, he was determined to molest her. "Lover? When did you become my lover?" He asked suddenly, causing Wu Xue to turn her head and look at him with wide, squinted eyes. But upon seeing Zhang Wei's deadpan expression, her own countenance quickly changed. "Then what am I?" She retorted, a hint of frustration in her voice. She had been itching to ask this question for a long time, and now the opportunity had presented itself. How could she resist? Earlier, she had been filled with doubts, but if a woman like Lin Ruoxi didn't care about her status, why should she bother? As Wu Xue's expression turned serious, Zhang Wei sensed that one wrong answer might result in a punch to the face. He knew when women were about to deploy their weapons, and seeing her narrowed gaze, he swiftly altered his course. "You still lack some qualifications to become my lover," he said, choosing his words carefully. "What!?" Wu Xue was prepared for anything, but the words that came out of his mouth caught her completely off guard. "I-I don't meet the qualifications, you say?" She asked through gritted teeth, struggling to contain herself. Zhang Wei nodded, his tone resolute. "You're still a bit short of the standards." !! Before she could even use her petite fists, Zhang Wei had expertly restrained them, leaving her looking at him in a rather ridiculous manner. She attempted to use her head as a weapon, but no matter how hard she tried, it seemed he had been prepared in advance. "Ugh!" Wu Xue huffed in frustration. "You are so annoying!" Zhang Wei chuckled, not releasing her hands. "Violence doesn't suit women. You need to curb this habit of yours first, maybe then you'll meet my standards." "Are you for real?" Wu Xue felt like banging her head against the wall and doing a mental reset. She was the violent one? Wasn't he the very root cause of it all? How had she suddenly acquired the "violent" tag? But as she looked at his perpetually grinning face, she couldn't muster the mood for anything else. She had no intention of being played by him any longer. She was determined! Zhang Wei released Wu Xue's fists and suddenly took her face in his hands. With his thumbs at the corners of her lips, he comically stretched them into a grin, catching her off-guard. "??" "Now, it looks good. Keep smiling like this," Zhang Wei remarked, and an awkward, forced smile appeared on Wu Xue's face as she played along.
