"Why? Why? Why don't you like me!"
The man already had one leg hanging over the balcony. He stared tearfully at the phone screen in front of him. "If you don't agree to be with me, I'll jump."
As he looked, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Why did his crying face look so ugly on the screen?
He couldn't help but cry and curse, "Ji Zhaoxi, I'm docking your pay! The beauty filter turned off!"
"Oh, oh."
Ji Zhaoxi hurriedly adjusted the beauty filter and pointed the camera back at her boss. On the screen, his crying face now looked even more pitiful and moving.
"Why are you so cold to me? I like you so much..."
The man wept as if his heart was being torn apart, sobbing and howling in turns.
After a long time, a cold female voice finally came from the other end of the call.
"Stop making a scene, will you?"
The man looked in disbelief at the woman on the screen, his lips trembling. "Wh... why..."
The woman stopped talking to the man and softened her voice a bit. "Zhaoxi, please get someone to carry him down. I'm hanging up now. Goodbye."
Ji Zhaoxi gave a professional wave of her hand, and the bodyguards behind her immediately hauled the man down.
"Goodbye, Miss Fu."
After the video call ended, the man returned to his room, looking completely devastated.
He sat in a dark corner, chugging from a wine bottle and muttering something under his breath.
Ji Zhaoxi was earnestly taking notes in her little notebook.
[The boss's thirtieth attempt this month to threaten Miss Fu by jumping off a building has failed.]
And today was only the third of the month.
Ji Zhaoxi crouched down, her eyes full of heartache as she looked at the man.
"President, please stop liking Miss Fu. There are people right beside you who like you, too."
The man finally raised his head and looked at her. "Ji Zhaoxi, I heard you've had a crush on me for years, right?"
Ji Zhaoxi quickly nodded.
A malicious smile appeared on the man's face as he shouted loudly, "Don't even think about it! My crush failed, so what makes you think yours will succeed!"
Ji Zhaoxi fell silent.
The man's eyes couldn't help but turn red again. "She was so gentle when she spoke to you just now. She has never used such a gentle tone with me."
"Why! Why! Why!"
Why was she so gentle to a broke assistant, but so cruel to him!
The auntie at the door sighed and pulled Ji Zhaoxi out of the room.
The auntie looked at Ji Zhaoxi with pity. Such a good girl, it was just a shame she had poor taste in men and ended up liking their young master.
"Xixi, what do you want to eat? Auntie will go make it for you."
Ji Zhaoxi shook her head. "It's okay, Auntie. I'm not hungry."
"The President drank so much alcohol, his stomach will definitely be upset. Could you make a bowl of hangover soup for him?"
The auntie's gaze toward Ji Zhaoxi grew even more pitiful.
That's right, the man from just now was the male lead of this world, and the female lead was that strong-willed businesswoman from the video call.
And Ji Zhaoxi was the female supporting character, the assistant whose unrequited love for the male lead meant her role was primarily in the early stages of the story, constantly causing trouble for the main couple to push their romantic development later on.
When Ji Zhaoxi first arrived, she was almost scared half to death by this nouveau riche male lead. He was in a manic state almost every second of the day.
He absolutely loved showing off his wealth and throwing money around.
One day, after the male lead called Ji Zhaoxi a broke ghost and then transferred thirty thousand yuan to her, Ji Zhaoxi began to respect her boss from the bottom of her heart.
After the auntie finished making the hangover soup, Ji Zhaoxi brought it up to Mu Zheng.
Mu Zheng was currently sitting in his study. He stared at his computer screen with a serious expression, looking as if he were reviewing top-secret business documents.
But only Ji Zhaoxi knew that her boss never showed this kind of expression when it came to work matters.
Whenever she made him look at contracts or proposals, he would just stare at her with a foolish, blank look.
"Huh?"
Mu Zheng took the hangover soup, blew on it a few times, and kept scrolling through the files on his computer. Suddenly, he burst into laughter.
"Holy crap, look at this guy. He looks like his face got slammed in a door, and he actually dares to pursue Fu Wanyi? Too much, way too much."
"Bwahahaha, come look at this one! Beady eyes, stop making your brother laugh, okay?"
"Gagagagaga, look at this walking stick insect! I could blow him away with one punch!"
Mu Zheng didn't have a good brain. He only had a rich dad and a very handsome face.
So every time he faced a setback with Fu Wanyi, he would dig up information on the other men pursuing her and attack their appearances.
Mostly because he couldn't compete with their IQs, so his looks were the only thing he could use to crush them.
Suddenly, he furrowed his brows. "He even studied abroad. How do you pronounce these English words? Read them to me."
Ji Zhaoxi took a look and honestly read it out loud.
"What does it mean?"
"Harvard University."
"Oh, oh."
Mu Zheng's expression turned grave. He had actually heard of Harvard University. Plus, this guy didn't look bad, and he was only two centimeters shorter than him.
Mu Zheng's heart sank. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
"Ji Zhaoxi, let me ask you a question. Don't just agree with me, and don't try to humor me. Tell me honestly, seriously, and earnestly. Don't be swayed by my thoughts. I just want the real answer."
"Between me and this guy, who is more handsome?"
Mu Zheng frowned as he looked at Ji Zhaoxi.
Ji Zhaoxi was silent for a moment. "In my heart, President, you are the most handsome."
Mu Zheng was speechless.
"I know you have a crush on me, but can you restrain yourself for a second? Put aside your feelings for me and your rose-tinted glasses. Look carefully again: is he more handsome, or am I?" Mu Zheng looked at her expectantly.
Just as Ji Zhaoxi was about to speak, Mu Zheng quickly added, "If you lie, I'm not giving you a bonus this month."
Hearing this, Ji Zhaoxi immediately felt that the question had become quite tricky.
She hesitated. "Boss, I think the two of you are neck and neck in terms of looks. But, well, his educational background adds quite a few points to his attractiveness."
Mu Zheng scoffed. "Education can add points? Your education is so high, yet aren't you still here working as my assistant? Education is negative points in my book, understand?"
"President, I came here for you," Ji Zhaoxi said, gathering her courage.
Mu Zheng's face grew even uglier. "Ji Zhaoxi, can you be a little more professional? Tuck your crush away. I don't want to hear about it anymore."
"Are you bringing this up every day just to mock me because Fu Wanyi doesn't like me?"
Ji Zhaoxi didn't dare to speak anymore, and Mu Zheng was finally satisfied.
Even a top student was left speechless by him.
Maybe Fu Wanyi didn't like highly educated guys either.
What if she liked guys with slightly worse education, but who were good-looking, 188 cm tall barefoot, and built like models?
Mu Zheng's face flushed for a second, and he couldn't hold back a laugh.
Ji Zhaoxi: ...
