16: Chapter 16: The New Job (3) 16: Chapter 16: The New Job (3) “Zexiao is going out to shoot a TV series tomorrow.
This is his first TV series, and you must stick by his side every step of the way, taking close care of his daily life,”
“You want me to stay by his side and take care of him personally?” Jian Anning was stunned.
She turned her head in astonishment to look at Yu Zexiao.
Without a doubt, this requirement had come from him!
Yin Maohui’s expression was serious, “That’s right!
I had planned to deal with this matter severely!
Zexiao didn’t attend such an important gala, rejected endorsements, and even went missing; as his assistant, you have certainly been derelict in your duties!—However, Zexiao personally spoke on your behalf!”
Although the company was furious that he missed the press conference, and they were eager to take on that ten million deal, Yu Zexiao had never been under the company’s control.
Moreover, his career was on the rise, with plenty of room to grow.
Scheduling too much exposure might reduce his air of mystery.
Then there was the pressure from the Yu Family; even though Grandfather Yu Shenglin had retired, his influence remained.
With Father Yu Jingxi’s Huanyu Group rising like the sun at midday, Starlight Entertainment dared not offend them.
Yu Zexiao was fussy and troublesome.
He entered the entertainment industry merely out of love for music and had no interest in fame or fortune.
He had a mania for cleanliness and abhorred women who threw themselves at him.
His selection of assistants was particularly troublesome for the company.
In his three years at the company, he had found fault with nearly all of the assistants, and they had no choice but to appoint the newcomer Jian Anning to the role.
Nevertheless, it was still the first time that Yin Maohui had heard Yu Zexiao openly ask to keep someone “personally” taking care of him!
Glancing at Jian Anning, she was dressed in a standard black suit, a white blouse, with her long hair pinned up.
No matter how one looked at her, she didn’t seem like the type of breathtaking beauty.
Could it be that Jian Anning’s “bedroom skills” were so impressive that they made Yu Zexiao reminisce and couldn’t bear to let her go?
Yin Maohui looked at her, then at Yu Zexiao beside him, his gaze slightly playful.
“How could I, I possibly?” Jian Anning still held the resignation letter in her hand, looking agape and tongue-tied at Yu Zexiao sitting to one side.
He maintained the same posture, merely raising his hand slightly.
His slender fingertips tapped on the edge of the sofa like playing a piano.
Although she was Yu Zexiao’s personal assistant, aside from serving him tea and water in the recording studio and the company, their relationship wasn’t close.
But starting tomorrow, she would officially follow Yu Zexiao into the production crew, staying by his side day and night, caring for him from the moment he woke up to the time he went to bed; wasn’t this in effect—cohabitation?
“You should have faith in your abilities,” the sly fox Yin Maohui reined in his smile, his tone abruptly changing, “Or, you must transfer nine hundred thousand into the company’s account within one week!
For every day you are late, you will pay late fees at bank interest rates.”
I…” If this had been in the past, how could she have worried about nine hundred thousand?
But now, she couldn’t even come up with ninety thousand, let alone nine hundred thousand!
He hadn’t even finished speaking when Yu Zexiao suddenly stood up from the sofa.
The sunlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, casting golden edges around his figure, as if a deity had descended.
He did not remove his sunglasses, his face devoid of expression.
He strode towards the door, eyes straight ahead, without even a glance at her.