The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Give up, just to prevent the woman from being hurt again because of him.

I had these thoughts not just now. The day before yesterday, which was Friday night, when Xiao Yang finished speaking, these thoughts had been lingering in my mind. But it was clearly the right decision, but I just couldn't make up my mind to do it right.

He had insomnia that night and slept for only a few hours, which did not affect his mental state the next day. Because his mother was overseas, Ding Hong accompanied his father alone to attend the opening ceremony of a super luxurious five-star hotel on Saturday morning.

The owner of the hotel is an old partner who has worked with his father for decades. Ding Hong respectfully calls him Uncle Fan. The two family businesses, one mainly engaged in real estate and the other in furniture decoration, work together perfectly. The interior decoration and most of the home furnishings of this hotel are also the responsibility of the Ding family, while Ding Hong specially designed and customized a set of hotel intelligent products and control systems with high technological content for high-end places such as executive corridors and presidential suites. This has become a highlight of the opening promotion. In the early reservations, this type of room type is very popular and has been booked for several months. If it can really be well received, the business in the field of smart hotels will be taken to the next level, and Ding Hong is very confident about this.

After the celebration ceremony, there was a grand luncheon, followed by social activities for the guests. Mr. Ding and several industry giants were invited by the hotel owner to the president's office for a gathering. Uncle Fan's eldest son, Fan Jiayao, was in charge of entertaining Ding Hong and a group of rich kids. The bar was located on the second floor underground, with a large space and clear functional divisions. It also brought together the most popular fashion elements and entertainment equipment in the world, which amazed the well-informed dandies. They thought that this place would become their new favorite for entertainment in the near future. Ding Hong participated in the design and production of many contents. Fan Jiayao patted him on the shoulder and said, "You have contributed to such success!" Ding Hong just smiled, but his expression showed that he deserved it.

It was not until late at night that Ding Hong accompanied his father away. From Old Ding's complacent smile, he understood that his father must have reaped rich rewards this time, and he wondered how many big projects he had booked.

After rejecting his father's suggestion to go home tonight, Mr. Ding did not persuade him much. As a businessman, he knew that his son had his own schedule. In addition, several old brothers praised his son, which made him look even more proud. Before getting off the car, he only told Ding Hong to go home more often for dinner, and then got off the car and left.

He was taken back to the apartment by his father's driver. After washing off the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and cosmetics, he found that it was already early in the morning. He was exhausted and exhausted. He should have fallen asleep immediately, but he could still remember the woman who haunted him in this state!

That's enough! How could she be worth all this trouble? She doesn't deserve it! Ding Hong thought fiercely. But he couldn't deny that he turned down several invitations on Sunday because he was worried about her overtime appointment. Didn't he decide to give up? Such an obvious mistake that hurt others and himself should be decisively abandoned at the first opportunity!

Unfortunately, it seemed his heart and brain were not in sync.

Ding Hong turned his thoughts around and sat back in front of the computer, staring at the screen without knowing what was going on. From the moment he woke up this morning until now, he had been struggling and ordering himself to get rid of that woman from his mind, keeping himself busy with endless work, until just now, when he saw the clock approaching the end of get off work time, he was no longer in control.

His hands tapped lightly and rhythmically on the table, as if he was making an extremely difficult decision. Suddenly, Ding Hong realized that perhaps it was because of his hesitation and entanglement that he attracted more inexplicable attention to this relationship, not because of how important or special the woman was.

Yes, that was it. He was sure of it.

This makes sense. He has always been casual about relationships with women. If he likes them, he will be together. If he doesn't like them anymore, he will reject them or break up with them. There were times when he failed to pursue them, but he only felt regretful at the time because there were too many choices around him. He didn't have time to play unrequited love or bitter love, and he was afraid that his brothers would laugh at him. As for whether the woman who rejected him was sincere or just trying to play the trick of playing hard to get, he would not spend the time to distinguish.

There are still ten minutes to five o'clock. This seems to be a critical point, which will announce my decision on this relationship.

Ding Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and the rhythm of his tapping hands was neither fast nor slow, just echoing over the study. He looked at the clock again, and his thoughts turned around in just a moment, and he couldn't help laughing.

In any case, he should notify the woman to leave work, right? After all, he stood her up for a day, which was inconsistent with his usual rigorous and swift style. Ding Hong pondered. He knew that An Yi would come to work overtime today, but after all, he had asked her to come personally, which was fundamentally different. Besides, he was worried that An Yi would foolishly wait for orders and dare not leave. She was always cautious at work, which made him reluctant to blame her. Or maybe she didn't come at all? Otherwise, how could it be so quiet? Although the probability of this was very small, Ding Hong also thought it necessary to confirm whether the woman had lived up to his trust in her. Should he call and question her directly? What if she was there, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?

Ding Hong suddenly had an idea. He turned on the computer, entered the administrator password of Sun Technology, and retrieved the employees' attendance records.

Well, she came as expected, and she hasn't gotten off work yet. He didn't understand why An Yi was so patient and didn't contact him? Normal people would send a text message to ask, or pretend to find an excuse to report something, implicitly asking about his status, right? Dissatisfaction rose in his heart instantly: If you took the initiative to contact me, why should I worry about such an insignificant matter? When closing the computer, his eyes accidentally swept across the clock-in time column, and his movements paused before he looked carefully: 6:45 in the morning! He quickly calculated the time when An Yi left the house, and then subtracted 30 minutes to prepare for work. Ding Hong's eyes gradually darkened, as deep as a bottomless black pool.

Thinking back to the last time the lights in the woman's house were on at three in the morning, Ding Hong's heart felt like it was being pulled up and ached: Xiao Yang, can she live happily and avoid pain without me? Yes, she is still healing, but is she really recovering gradually?

It's just an illusion. For a person who is busy injecting morphine into her wounds every day but has no time for treatment, it is inevitable that her condition will worsen. Her relatives are probably pampering and protecting her and dare not touch her. They may even feel relieved to see her so strong and calm. But they don't know how harmful such whitewashing is. It's too late to realize it until the disease has penetrated into the bone marrow and even spread to the limbs and bones, and it is inevitable! I'm afraid that one day she will fall headfirst and disappear from the world.

Ding Hong closed his eyes to suppress his palpitations, but they opened in less than a moment. He quickly opened his mailbox, thought for a moment, retrieved an email, typed a few words and forwarded it. After doing all this, he leaned back in his chair as if he had exhausted all his strength, but stared at the mailbox without blinking.

Knowing that An Yi's professional habit is to refresh her mailbox before leaving get off work, she will definitely receive it unless she has already left work. I just checked the attendance again, and An Yi did not clock in. What was just sent was a survey statistics form that needed to be analyzed and processed, and Ding Hong also noted that the delivery date was before leaving get off work tomorrow. I don't want to force an employee who should have left work to do extra work, especially a job that is not very urgent. But he also expects An Yi to stay and complete the task he assigned in time as usual. It takes at least an hour to do this job, enough time for him to get to the company, which is his real purpose.

The system prompted that a new email had come in. It was indeed An Yi's reply. Ding Hong was satisfied. He opened it and read it. He was speechless. His diligent female subordinate had actually prepared the data sheet in advance! She sent it to him and was just waiting for his approval. He checked the attachment and found it was so neat and accurate that he could not find any fault with it.

He sent another email, affirming the woman's excellent work and initiative, and assigned a new task. Ding Hong kept refreshing his mailbox with great interest, and soon received feedback. Hmm? Most of the preliminary work has been completed, and he only needs to add two more summaries according to his requirements, which will be sent to him in ten minutes.

It seems that your early morning overtime work is really effective. I guess you are just too bored waiting for me. Is it Ding Hong who is tying himself up in knots?

Ten minutes, how can that be possible? He continued to search through his mailbox. After learning from the previous two lessons, it seemed that it would be safest to find an email that was not copied to her. Well, this job was very suitable. He smiled maliciously.

It was almost five o'clock, and An Yi was hesitating about leaving get off work, but there was really nothing to do at home. However, he had been sitting all day, and his body was getting stiff and tired. Well, then he would stay for another hour. Now the heat outside had not subsided, and he was a little uneasy to leave work without waiting for the boss's order.

She wanted to send the edited text message to her boss several times, but she was afraid to disturb him. Although she knew that her boss had a bad temper, she was always rigorous and focused on her work. She would never stand her up for no reason today. Maybe she just came back from a business trip and was so busy that she forgot about her? Or maybe there was something unexpected that made her unable to take care of herself. In that case, why bother to bother? Besides, she was not going to perform well to get a promotion or a raise. At most, she would regret the possibility of losing the opportunity to take a vacation.

There were only a few colleagues left who were working overtime. Before leaving, many of them looked towards the president's office with admiration, thinking that this assistant sister really had the workaholic style of the boss, and was so patient with loneliness that she worked alone without saying a word for a whole day.

Just when An Yi was thinking about what to do before leaving get off work, oh my god! The boss showed up! Ahem, I was so excited that I sent her an email.

Oh, that work had just been completed ahead of schedule. She was a little proud and responded to the email very quickly.

She waited quietly in front of her mailbox, hoping for a rare compliment from her boss and a new job. She opened the attachment, checked it word by word, and confirmed that it would be done in ten minutes because she had already completed most of it. She checked it again before officially replying and briefly explaining it.

After sending out the email again, An Yi felt that her boss either disappeared or sent emails one after another, and she didn't know if there would be any tasks in the future. Just as she was thinking about it, a new email came, with new praise and new tasks. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she just hoped that this job had been prepared in advance like the previous two times.

But things went against my expectations. Although the new task was not complicated, it still took about an hour to complete. I quickly reported my estimated time via email, and then adjusted my state and started working.

An Yi's serious and dedicated look showed no emotion, just like an emotionless working machine. Ding Hong thought so, and as soon as he stepped into the company gate, he cast his eyes over here from afar.

Finally seeing her, Ding Hong, who had been worried all the way that the woman in front of him might finish early and leave, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at this moment, and a rare look of relaxation appeared on his always cold and tough face.