The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

An Yi was busy clearing his throat to determine whether his pronunciation was hoarse. Ding Hong, who had moved far away, immediately understood and walked quickly into the pavilion beside him, where he could not only take shelter from the rain but also had drinking water, snacks to replenish energy, and small items for the distinguished owners of the park to use.

"Put it here. There's still time. Drink slowly."

An Yi looked back and found a small bottle of water and a few wet wipes on the bench behind her, and the tall figure had walked away. Her heart was shaken, and she quickly turned her back and continued to stare at the time on her phone, counting down silently in her mind, ignoring those "sugar-coated bullets".

A gentle laugh came, although it was not clear, but the way it was spoken made people feel at ease. Ding Hong turned the gear of the lighter again and again. Whenever he wanted to smoke but couldn't, he was used to doing this to relieve his craving for cigarettes.

The call was not long, Ding Hong estimated it was less than ten minutes, probably because she didn't want to disturb her daughter's sleep, otherwise she would not be willing to hang up the phone. He waited quietly, and soon, the thin person he had been thinking about flashed out from behind the bushes by the lake.

Why can't she gain weight? Ding Hong frowned. After solving her sleeping problem, she must take good care of her stomach.

An Yi paced slowly. This tall building that had trapped her for so many days seemed to have stood in her heart. Just like at this moment, she escaped but still had to go back.

No, I won't. She stopped and looked towards the door, slowly moving the tip of her shoe. Her sight was blocked the next moment, and An Yi looked up at the obstacle in front of her that was almost a head taller than her. Who else could it be but her boss Ding?

Ding Hong took two steps forward: "It's time for treatment."

"Yes, treatment." An Yi murmured, as if talking to herself: "Treat my illness, I - am sick." She laughed, her laugh was full of irony.

"What's wrong with being sick? I have one too, and I still need you to cure my illness, Anyi."

An Yi still laughed at herself, her eyes fell to the ground. Due to the angle, the two shadows overlapped. But he who followed her all the way was like a shadow of her own, covering her heavily.

When they walked out of the elevator, Butler Li was already waiting in the lobby. He bowed and reported to the two of them, "The masseuse is in place, waiting in Miss An's bedroom."

Just as Ding Hong was about to say a few words of advice, An Yi walked straight into the room and closed the door, leaving the two people outside.

Steward Li saw Ding Hong standing still with a fixed gaze, as if he could see a hole in the door panel.

It's not a good place to stay for long. Butler Li said goodbye and left in a hurry.

Ding Hong felt extremely depressed. He also wanted to pound his chest like An Yi did to vent his anger.

He walked to the bar by the window at the corner of the living room, poured himself a glass, raised the glass high, and admired the clear wine rippling in the glass under the light. In the end, he did not drink it, put it back on the table, and went to the study to continue his never-ending work.

My hands kept pressing keys and mechanically clicking to confirm various approval emails, while I laughed at myself in my heart for having become a "five-fear youth".

I don’t smoke, for fear of the smell on my body;

I don't drink because I'm afraid people will think I'm borrowing alcohol, and I'm not sure about myself. When we're in the same room, I'm being a gentleman.

I feel angry, depressed and resentful but I dare not express it for fear of scaring people away.

I endured humiliation and asked others to take care of my body even though I didn't care about it myself, just because I was thinking about her and feeling sorry for her every moment, afraid that she would really collapse.

What a great “five fears”! In fact, there are more than that. If we count them further, there would be countless “fears”.

I remembered his promise by the lake just now: "When the time comes for you to resign, we will cut off all contact, and I will not interfere with or disturb your life."

Cut off? That couldn't be better. Rubbing his temples, Ding Hong focused his mind on the emails that filled the screen.

An Yi was also thinking about Ding Hong's promise in the next room.

Lying on the massage chair, the body is wrapped in the raised steam bath cover, the head is surrounded by 48 circular water jets, and the feet are held in the arms of two masseuses in Thai costumes who trim the nails, and then the skin scale is softened with essential oils.

An Yi was very resistant, and one of the young girls explained: Only when the skin is clean and clear can the corresponding acupoints be better stimulated. This is what Doctor Yang instructed.

An Yi had nothing to say, so he could only ask them to just do it roughly, and not to be too detailed. The two little sisters smiled and said nothing, which meant very clearly: I don't want to listen, it's just a bunch of nonsense.

She felt uncomfortable all over, and her skin was covered with goose bumps. She had already refused the full range of body care and cleansing, and only agreed to a few small items in the spa plus foot care. Now, she felt like a fish on a chopping board being manipulated.

In the current state, only the eyes are free, and even these eyes are almost given a herbal hot compress.

Looking at the soft LCD screen installed in mid-air, it is not surprising that the screen is large. What amazes An Yi is that its curved design is extremely tricky, perfectly matching the angle of the bath chair, making oneself lying in the chair feel as if being in the picture but without feeling dizzy.

The screen itself is also extraordinary. It can be controlled with the eyes. Whether it is the sound, channel or the forward and backward movement of the picture, all the functions that the remote control can do can be achieved simply by looking at it. After the first few attempts, An Yi was able to control it freely.

She couldn't stand the silence of the night, and her mind would be filled with all kinds of memories, which brought her long-lasting pain. So in addition to her low body pain points and her unaccustomed to being touched by outsiders, another reason An Yi refused massage was that massages were quiet, and the music played was all background music with a meditative effect, which would evoke her hatred of impermanence, hatred of separation, failure to obtain, inability to let go, bitterness and unfilial piety, and... resentment and resentment.

The last massage did not trigger her negative emotions because the psychologist kept asking questions and hypnotizing her.

Last night, Butler Li showed her all the new equipment in the suite to facilitate the treatment, especially the massage and spa function added to the bathroom. He then demonstrated the electronic screen. After being shocked, An Yi no longer raised any objections.

She suddenly became curious: How long did it take to prepare these equipment? Installation and deployment were not difficult. She only worked during the day and everything was in place when she came back. It looked like a matching finished product. If it was customized... An Yi didn't dare to think about how long ago the boss had been planning, and he had planned everything out.

It was really embarrassing. Once the assumption of "can't escape" was established, she was afraid that it would affect her way of dealing with things in the future, so she must not scare herself.

She opened the calendar function on the screen and counted the days. Her boss Ding was too scary. If she had previously scolded him for "doing everything he could" and meant that he was shamelessly trapping her physical freedom, then now, An Yi had felt that he was "doing everything he could" to entangle her soul.

Blinking, turning back to other programs, An Yi's heart is still calculating on the calendar.

Time is running out, and all hidden dangers must be resolved before her daughter returns. No matter what means she uses, she wants to welcome her daughter back in a clean and undisturbed manner.

After two great fights today, I finally got a promise whose truth or falsehood I can't tell. I'll just listen to it. After all, it's something to talk about, and it's better than nothing.

After the spa, I returned to the bed for massage. A suspended curved screen was also added. I remember An Yi was worried yesterday and asked Butler Li if there was a risk of the screen falling off.

"Please rest assured, both screens are double reinforced because Mr. Ding is also worried about this, and he said you will definitely ask, so I must introduce it in detail so that you can rest assured." Butler Li seemed to be holding back a smile when he replied. An Yi pouted, what's so funny, isn't it wrong to cherish life?

"Ouch, that's too much force, be gentler, ouch..."

Half an hour later, groans were heard from the house. The two little sisters smiled at each other and eased up.

She was doing a new Thai massage with aromatherapy, thermal stones, and essential oils.

The little sisters brought more than a dozen kinds of essential oils, and An Yi chose one. She didn't like the floral scent, but preferred the refreshing soapberry scent.

Since she had done it once not long ago, An Yi was quite familiar with the two young masseuses and did not feel unfamiliar with them. Therefore, she accepted the physical contact between them well.

But last time she only had her back done, this time she was asked to do the whole thing. Although they were all women, An Yi was still very shy.

Thanks to the thoughtfulness of the girls, they covered An Yi tightly with a bath towel, and only exposed the skin where it was massaged. They were very good-tempered, spoke fluent Chinese, and explained the effects while doing it. In the face of such professional technicians, it would be hypocritical for An Yi to be shy.

What's more, they are soft and gentle, and can comply with An Yi's requests, so the strength of her hands... is almost non-existent, more like a soothing effect. I don't know what I'm holding in my hands, it's a little hot but not scalding, very comfortable.

Gradually, the little sisters began to "rest in peace". People had a set of methods to deal with An Yi, secretly increasing the strength of their hands, carefully observing An Yi's acceptance, and using the "boiling frog in warm water" method without leaving any trace, until An Yi reacted and started to cry.

The girls smiled and didn't explain, but talked about the traditional Thai massage they are best at, which is called massage. Using unique pushing, pulling, kicking, shaking and stepping techniques, they act on the muscle fascia and joints by pressing the feet, waist and spine. After the massage, it feels like a high-intensity exercise, which makes people feel refreshed and clear all over. Customers have given it a very high rating.

Push, pull, kick, shake, and step? An Yi shook her head like a rattle, clearly expressing her refusal, fearing that she would be forced to do something. Contentment is the key to happiness, she pursed her lips, and endured the pain at this level.

I turned my head with difficulty to look at them, and was impressed by their great power in such small bodies.

Hydrotherapy, massage, and calming tea, plus two rounds of quarrels with Ding Hong in just one night, consumed a lot of her energy. Before midnight, An Yi fell asleep smoothly.

One of the little girls carefully checked An Yi's condition, and the two of them slowly stopped what they were doing, retreated to a corner of the room, sat down, and sent messages on their mobile phones.

Ding Hong received the report from Li, and the corners of his mouth rose. He closed the computer, got up and went to prepare for bed, and took the time to rest, as he still had a lot to worry about that night.