The CEO’s Art of Wife Chasing

I don’t know if my job responsibilities include helping you with love affairs?”
　　”Huh?”
　　”Yesterday’s Miss Li, Miss Shen, Miss Tong, and the day before yesterday’s Miss Wang, Miss Zhang, and so on – are these all business-related negotiations? They keep calling, not saying what important matters they have, just constantly emphasizing they must meet with you face-to-face. Sometimes when you’re in meetings, I have to go to great lengths to explain, I…”
　　She was really fed up? Shang Peng interpreted her expression.
　　”Miss Li is one of our consignment company’s partners, Miss Shen represents a construction company. As for the others, some are friends. You should have filtered and arranged these yourself, because that’s also part of your job.”
　　Work, work! Zhi Wei certainly knew about work, but… did he really need to draw such a clear line? She had always thought their relationship was improving, and had even imagined that with their frequent work interactions, they might…
　　Suddenly feeling she was vaguely anticipating something, Zhi Wei felt instantly discouraged. She wouldn’t fall into the same trap again and inadvertently develop feelings for this man, would she?
　　Shang Peng stared at her, his expression slightly hesitant, and finally said slowly: “Actually, there’s nothing between me and them. Even if there was anything, it would just be a casual performance—”
　　”But I at least know the company isn’t a stage.” She suppressed her urge to vomit blood and said sternly: “As for the filtering and arrangement the president mentioned, I’ll do my best. If there were a machine that could measure the ‘mating index’, I’d know exactly how to prioritize.” After saying this, she turned to leave.
　　”Wait.” He stopped her just as she was about to step out the door. “Shouldn’t you ask if there’s anything else I need?”
　　She quickly turned back, glaring at the man’s indifferent expression.
　　”Is there anything else the president needs?” she asked with a stern face.
　　”Oh, the construction estimate, the development department’s meeting materials – get them to me before 3 PM. And don’t forget to go to the public works bureau. As for tomorrow’s Taoyuan land bid, the completed house ribbon-cutting ceremony…”
　　After a long string of instructions, he waved his hand, “You can go now. Oh! I’m meeting an important client later and don’t want to be disturbed. Block all unnecessary calls!”
　　”Yes.”
　　Zhi Wei returned to her seat fuming, and the phone rang immediately.
　　”Hello!” A familiar provocative frequency came through the receiver, and Zhi Wei immediately frowned.
　　This woman was Lin Yu Jiao, who had been interviewed in the last gossip magazine, claiming that Shang Peng proposed breaking off the engagement with the Tang family because of her intervention.
　　Zhi Wei had met this woman a few times – true to her name, she was delicate-looking, especially in front of Shang Peng, appearing fragile.
　　But right now, on the phone, she was behaving quite differently. A hysterical tone came through the receiver—
　　”Are you the receptionist from last time? How do you answer calls? Weren’t you supposed to pass a message to President Shang? I waited all night!”
　　”I passed the message. As for whether President Shang will meet you, I’m sorry, that’s not my responsibility.” Zhi Wei suppressed her anger and added: “And I’m not the receptionist, I’m President Shang’s special assistant.”
　　”Damn it! Who cares what assistant you are? I want to talk to President Shang right now.”
　　”I’m sorry, President Shang specifically instructed that he’s busy now. May I ask your name? Would you like to leave a message that I can pass on—” Zhi Wei continued systematically.
　　”Wow, you’re really strange. Why do I need to report to you before finding him?”
　　”Because I’m his assistant, and President Shang instructed me to first confirm if the caller has something truly important—” Zhi Wei’s words were again interrupted by shouting.
　　”If I just want to see him, does that count as important? Let me tell you, I’m Lin Yu Jiao. I have a significant relationship with your boss! It’s fine to tell you – I might just be your future madam!”
　　”Oh.” Doodling on paper, Zhi Wei said lazily: “Future madam, is it? Could you tell me what number you’re on the list? I’ll arrange accordingly.”
　　”You—fine! Just wait and see!” Lin Yu Jiao hung up angrily.
　　”Thank heavens.” Zhi Wei put down the receiver and wrote in her call log – 10:30 AM, unnamed future madam.
　　She slumped weakly on the desk.
　　At this moment, Secretary Ye, who always looked down her nose at people, walked by with an unusually friendly smile, “Okay, don’t be angry. President Shang is just like this. I get scolded by him often too! Just forget about it after being scolded!”
　　”Yeah, just be careful next time. This is what it’s like to earn your keep,” the accounting assistant chimed in.
　　Zhi Wei sat up straight, laughing in response: “Yes, yes, that’s how it is.”
　　Working here as a small assistant, she was now understanding things from a different perspective. And when provoked by some self-important “socialites”, she would always think about herself – her past self.
　　Looking at her colleagues’ backs, she couldn’t help but say loudly: “Thank you! Really, thank you! I feel much better now.”
　　Her two colleagues were momentarily stunned, but quickly broke into smiles, giving her a V-sign.
　　Zhi Wei laughed too. Cheer up! Thinking about the unemployed, having work to keep busy is always good, isn’t it?
　　She still has work to do! Zhi Wei began busying herself with her tasks.
　　Before leaving work, Shang Peng came to her desk, and she immediately stood up formally.
　　”Does the president have any more instructions?”
　　”Get ready tonight. You’re accompanying me to a meeting.”
　　A meeting? Zhi Wei was stunned. It’s finally happening, isn’t it?