The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

After sitting there until dawn, An Yi started to wash up and have a simple breakfast. Finally, it was six o'clock. After confirming that the subway had started operating, she could not stay there for even a minute and fled out of the house.

It was early in the morning, a Sunday morning, and there were only a few passers-by on the streets and subways. An Yi turned up the volume on his phone, and the passionate music in his headphones made him dizzy, but he enjoyed this chaotic state where he couldn't think.

Empty lobby, empty elevator, empty company. I turned on my computer and refreshed my emails, only to find that my boss had not sent me any information about overtime work today, so I began to finish the work that I was supposed to do on Monday.

At nine o'clock, a colleague came.

At ten o'clock, several colleagues had arrived one after another. Some of them noticed her and greeted her warmly and exchanged a few words with her.

At eleven o'clock, Youyou sent a video invitation. An Yi leaned over and observed that there was no one around, so he chatted with his daughter about the local situation, weather, harvest, etc. Due to time constraints, they also needed to leave time to send a safety message to the other party. The mother and daughter spoke surprisingly fast, and they had to hang up the phone in a hurry after a few minutes. An Yi immediately called her parents and conveyed the information that Youyou had just reported to them. After listening to her mother's mumbling and exhortation for a while, she had no choice but to remind the person who was still talking on the other end of the phone that she was working overtime at the company! Her mother was so panicked that she kept saying, "Oh, get busy." Then she ended the call. An Yi looked at the phone in her hand that had become a little hot from use and smiled bitterly.

At twelve o'clock, the boss neither came nor had any message.

An Yi tilted her head and thought: Should I send a text message to ask my boss? By the way, I can also indirectly report to him that I have been working overtime. If the boss really forgets, then the compensation benefits will be gone? But is this a good idea? She was originally planning to come to the company to kill time today. Besides, the boss was very generous in giving me extra time off several times before. It would be a bad idea for me to be so fussy now, right?

She edited the message with her phone, typed a few words, revised it, deleted it, and rewrote it... In the end, An Yi turned off the phone screen and decided not to send it. After all, she was a thin-skinned person, and she was often embarrassed to do things to fight for her own interests.

At this time, a girl from the R&D department came to invite her out for lunch, and An Yi found that she had been struggling for half an hour over a text message. Smiling, she stood up and saw that there were several colleagues in the R&D department waiting for the results of the discussion. She quickly put on her small bag and walked with the girl, who she had only spoken to a few times, to meet up with the others.

At about 2pm, An Yi returned to the company, chatting and laughing with everyone. When she returned to her workstation, she found that the door of the president's office was tightly closed, so she couldn't tell whether the boss had arrived. She had to knock on the door carefully, and after waiting for a while, she was sure that the boss still hadn't come. She quickly went back to her workstation to refresh her emails, but there was nothing to be found. She had to continue doing what she could to pass the time.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, An Yi refreshed her emails and checked her phone again. There was still half an hour before the end of work. Even if she left on time, I believe her boss would not say anything, after all, she had waited for a whole day according to the normal working hours! Of course, she was not in a hurry. What else could she do when she got home? She had already completed all the work that could be done, and even some of the work that might be required of her. Of course, there was still such work. An Yi looked through her mailbox again and picked out another email that she had marked with a star...

There is still no news from that woman? She is quite patient. The stern man came out of the bathroom and wiped his wet hair with a snow-white towel. He turned on the mobile phone on the low table, took a look at it and threw it casually on the wide bed. The force was not small, so the phone bounced high up again when it landed. Fortunately, it did not fall to the ground. Even though the floor was covered with an extremely soft Persian carpet, it was not enough to guarantee that it would not break into pieces if it fell on it. This dark gold business phone, which had just been brought back by its owner a few months ago, thought with tears in his eyes: "You are so angry that you take it out on me? Am I already being disliked? Do you have to be so heartless!"

The man was naturally Ding Hong. He opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice water and drank most of it. He just took a shower, and then he felt a little less depressed. He turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost five o'clock. It was still bright outside the window in midsummer. Although it was half-covered by the floor-length velvet curtains, the light that came out flashed into his deep eyes, but it could not penetrate into his heart.

Sitting at the desk, his laptop flashed a series of picturesque yet ordinary screen savers. Unexpectedly, he, who was always busy with his schedule, was looking at these pictures without blinking, but his eyes were empty and his thoughts had already drifted away.

Did she come to work overtime? She should have come. I explained it very clearly the day before yesterday, and the woman also responded very clearly. But not only did he not show up for a whole day, he didn't even give her an instruction. Why didn't she come to ask or confirm? Didn't come? Left early? Although considering this possibility, for some reason, Ding Hong was sure that the woman was still waiting for him in the office. It's not that she has any restless expectations for him, but that although the woman is sometimes as cunning as a snake, she has a dull energy at work. She has always been focused and even accepts the tasks he arranges regardless of the cost, but he can't touch the bottom line of her private space.

It was this damned personality contrast that made him more and more attracted to her because of his confusion and exploration, and his search for the bottom line, so that he was now out of control, which was annoying and helpless. If he had subconsciously paid too much attention to her because of his sympathy for her, then it was because of this later. In the late nights of the past few days, he was temporarily excited by the alcohol and couldn't fall asleep, but his head was drowsy and confused his reason, so he let himself indulge himself in thinking about the conclusions drawn from the woman.

But what should I do now? Ding Hong stared at the minute hand of the clock on the wall, no, the second hand, and saw it ticking clockwise. The "tick, tick, tick" sound lingered in his ears and struck his heart again and again. He knew that if he let time pass by like this, he would actually let the woman pass by him. Now, as long as he made a phone call, sent a text message or an email, it would be another fateful encounter.

Suddenly he wanted to mess up the clock, or make it run backwards.

Originally he had stopped struggling and hesitating, he had already made up his mind.

A seven-day business trip is not short, but for Ding Hong, who often goes abroad for inspections and negotiations for a month or so, seven days is definitely not long. But he unconsciously calculated these seven days day by day. In fact, returning half a day later would make him more relaxed, but he chose to fly back on the earliest flight. Why? Ding Hong sighed helplessly. Why, what can he do, he just wanted to see her at noon that day.

Yes, he could force himself to ignore the feelings that kept lingering, bothering, disturbing and troubling him. But he suddenly didn't want to, was unwilling to, and didn't allow himself to restrain himself anymore. Because he felt ridiculous, very ridiculous! If you like a woman, why should you suppress yourself? What are the reasons that hold you back? Ding Hong felt that he was really old. He used to be unrestrained in his emotions, but he had unknowingly set so many rules for himself.

So what if she's older than him? It's just a relationship between an older woman and a younger man. Isn't that popular these days?

So what if I have a child? Do I have to eat his rice? Do I have to be included in his family tree?

So what if she was a subordinate? How many bosses and female employees, or even male employees, were pure and innocent from ancient times to the present? Was she trying to establish a chastity memorial arch for herself?

That night, Ding Hong, who had figured out all this, felt refreshed and relaxed. So he asked Amy to book an early flight for him and squeezed out time to meet An Yi at noon.

Really, he missed her very much.

But as soon as they met, Ding Hong felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. He could not see a trace of the same longing for reunion on An Yi's face, and An Yi was still as distant, fearful, and repulsive as before, and would not accept him taking a step forward like a conservative barrier. Excusable concern was not allowed, and self-blame and guilt were even more unacceptable.

It doesn't matter, he understands, he has patience, although he has suffered a little blow to a certain extent, but he has decided to follow his heart, as long as the passion for that woman has not diminished, what can stop him? So he continued with his plan and agreed with An Yi to work overtime today.

A woman who has been married but has a simple love life is just very cautious and vigilant when it comes to private contact with the opposite sex. How can anyone compare to him when it comes to flirting? Ding Hong, who considers himself a master in love, overlooked one problem: although he has many girlfriends, they are all mutually attracted, hit it off immediately, or the other party took the initiative to throw themselves into his arms. Which one did he really pursue? Not to mention the means? This is of course a later story.

Just when he was moved and complacent with his noble and unworldly qualities that ignored class and identity, the message brought by Xiao Yang that night broke everything. Moreover, his words revealed a fact that Ding Hong had forgotten to think about:

An Yi's current situation makes it impossible for her to have a new relationship, especially when the other party is him: a real playboy.

Ding Hong admitted that he had been struggling with whether he could accept this relationship and whether An Yi was right for him. But he never thought about whether he was right for her.

The answer is no: very, very inappropriate. If Ding Hong put himself in An Yi's shoes, he suddenly found that he could not refute it.

He would never admit that he was a scumbag who played with women. Apart from one-night stands, every relationship of Ding Hong was because he was attracted to the woman, and he also invested seriously in it, but they soon broke up for various reasons. Either the three views were not compatible, or he found that he had lost the initial interest in the woman, or the woman's intentions towards him were too obvious. Of course, there were various other reasons.

But in the eyes of outsiders, even in the eyes of his parents and close friends, he is a person who often changes his mind and girlfriends. Maybe they are right. Ding Hong sighed again. He really didn't know how long he could maintain his heartbeat for An Yi. He even felt that in the pursuit, he might be ready to get off before reaching the stop.

An Yi was absolutely different from any other woman he had ever dated. She was conservative, fragile, and inexperienced in love, but she had a big fall. Not to mention standing up again, she was still covered in scars but refused to receive treatment. What was wrong with him? To mess with such a poor woman! Did he want to ruin her forever?

Ding Hong stood up and walked to the window. He lived on the top floor of this high-rise apartment. Looking at the bustling crowd at the intersection not far away, he leaned on the huge floor-to-ceiling glass with both hands and looked into the distance. However, his sight was ultimately blocked by other high-rise buildings. He suddenly felt a sense of desolation and powerlessness that he could not see through everything in this world.

Should I give up? I remember my father once said: The secret to success is to do the right things and do things right.

Yes, giving up this relationship would be the right thing for everyone, including myself and her.