Starlight Group President’s Office.
"President Shen, please sign this document."
Zhang Nan opened the file and placed it on the desk.
The work of a presidential executive assistant was incredibly demanding.
It took Zhang Nan over a month to fully adapt.
Originally, the assistant wasn’t her—it was a male secretary who had been promoted.
But President Shen was dissatisfied with his performance.
Zhang Nan became the new assistant on Lin Mo’s recommendation.
A girl from the slums possessed an exceptionally resilient and upward-striving spirit.
This opportunity didn’t come easily.
Zhang Nan carefully analyzed the shortcomings of the previous male assistant’s conduct.
She also meticulously reviewed Jiang Tang’s working style and methods during her time by President Shen’s side.
She drew her conclusions.
To be Shen Yihan’s assistant, one had to be bold yet detail-oriented.
Every action required anticipating the president’s reactions and preparing accordingly.
Being on call at all times while also practicing upward management was essential.
Shen Yihan, clad in his usual black suit, exuded an air of restrained elegance, the black Buddhist beads on his right wrist adding to his austere charm.
He took the document and skimmed through it, but the pen in his hand hovered without signing.
"Is this the proposal submitted by the Jingnan branch?"
Zhang Nan had noticed something over the past few weeks.
The president paid unusual attention to matters concerning the Jingnan branch.
Fortunately, she was prepared. "Yes. I’ve already contacted President Jiang. If you have any feedback, you can call her after 8 PM."
Shen Yihan looked up. "After 8 PM?"
That was outside working hours.
But then again, considering it was Jiang Tang, the timing made perfect sense.
Zhang Nan nodded. "President Jiang said by then, all her meetings for the day would be over, and she’d be available to take your call."
Shen Yihan tapped the capped pen lightly against the desk. "I see."
Zhang Nan handed him the remaining documents for signing.
After a quick glance, Shen Yihan signed them swiftly.
A flicker of understanding passed through Zhang Nan’s eyes.
She’d been right.
Though she couldn’t tell whether the president was dissatisfied with Jiang Tang or something else.
Zhang Nan deeply admired Jiang Tang.
Under her leadership, the secretarial office had operated like a well-oiled machine, with everyone fulfilling their roles efficiently.
Overtime was rare.
When emergencies arose, Jiang Tang would stay behind herself, never burdening others.
She often said younger employees should use their free time to socialize, and those with families should go home to their spouses and children.
Yet she never considered herself—as if work was her entire life.
As an employee, Zhang Nan often felt waves of frustration, but Jiang Tang never did.
Though now, Zhang Nan no longer complained either.
Because the company paid far too well!
Money smoothed over every grievance!
The office door closed.
The spacious room was now silent, save for Shen Yihan alone.
He glanced at the time displayed on his computer—just past 4 PM.
Three more hours until 8 PM.
He absentmindedly twisted the Buddhist beads around his wrist, wishing time would move faster.
Jiang Tang had been transferred to the branch for nearly two months.
Since he took over Starlight Group, she had been his assistant.
For four years, they’d seen each other almost daily.
Starlight Group had been on the verge of bankruptcy when he assumed control.
The first two years were brutal—no holidays, not even New Year’s, spent together on business trips.
Later, the company stabilized.
But to satisfy investors, the workload remained intense.
Annual leave never exceeded seven days.
Jiang Tang never complained, tackling every task with unwavering dedication.
Which was why these two months marked their longest separation.
The flight from Jingbei to Jingnan took mere hours.
He’d even visited the branch once.
But that day, Jiang Tang happened to be away on an unexpected trip.
They still missed each other.
Their only reunion in these two months was at Mr. Xie’s birthday celebration.
Now, he couldn’t quite define his feelings toward Jiang Tang.
She kept drifting into his thoughts unprompted.
Sometimes, when calling for his assistant, he’d still instinctively say her name.
Shen Yihan had pondered this carefully.
Perhaps it was just unfamiliarity.
A four-year companion suddenly gone—missing them was natural.
But this Jiang Tang…
Ever since they stopped working together, she’d made no effort to reach out.
When he messaged her, she rarely replied.
Once, he’d seriously considered imposing a branch rule: All messages from the headquarters president must be answered promptly.
Because then, Jiang Tang would reply.
Work was her priority—company rules were sacred to her.
But upon reflection, he realized how childish that was.
What good were forced replies?
Half-hearted responses weren’t worth it.
Besides, it’d be an abuse of power.
If Jiang Tang told his sister, he’d probably get slapped.
