So, the protagonist of her Weibo post, does it refer to him, Ji Rui?
Looking at what should be considered a flattering Weibo post about him, Ji Rui suddenly felt a bit of awkwardness, like he had glimpsed into someone else’s secret thoughts.
Ji Rui had never known that in Le Tong’s eyes, he was actually very handsome?
More handsome than Yang Sheng? Or, more handsome than Zhong Hao, Luo Yifan, and the rest?
Ji Rui always knew he was quite handsome, but he never relied on his good looks to make a living. Thus, he never really felt much about it nor took much pride in it, but after reading Le Tong’s Weibo post, he suddenly felt somewhat grateful for having an appearance that could make people take notice.
Ji Rui flipped to the next post, "The negotiation meeting took the entire day. Indeed, men in the workplace are the most handsome and eye-catching!"
Ji Rui glanced at the date below the Weibo post. If he remembered correctly, it was the day he was in negotiations with a multinational group over a cooperation deal. They spent the entire day in a tug of war, and Le Tong, as his secretary, sat beside him, handing him various supplementary data. In the end, they successfully signed a multi-million-dollar cooperation deal.
By this point, Ji Rui was certain that his little secretary had always been silently observing him.
As to the mindset with which she observed him, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that seeing her Weibo posts, filled with a bit of fandom or admiration, finally brought a hint of sunshine to his mood, which had been gloomy for several days.
Ji Rui continued flipping through and found that Le Tong’s Weibo, just like the person she was, felt upbeat and full of positive energy. Even slightly unpleasant things, when expressed in her Weibo in words, were filled with a sense of teasing. There were many humorous or mocking posts, but after reading them, they basically left a knowing smile.
Ji Rui roughly read a dozen or so posts, and the image of Le Tong in his mind seemed to gain more and more dazzling light.
Some people are naturally like a glowing ball, no matter how dark or cold the place, they can fully utilize their own resources to reflect a variety of colors and warmth.
And at this moment, in Ji Rui’s mind, Le Tong was such a person.
After reading these posts that lightened and cheered his mood, Ji Rui suddenly wanted to know how she felt on the night she got drunk?
Even though she always said she didn’t remember what happened that night, Ji Rui didn’t believe it.
Ji Rui swiped his hand and turned the page.
With that turn, Ji Rui couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed because not a word was mentioned about that night by Le Tong.
Moreover, it seemed that since that night, he had been appearing less and less frequently on her Weibo.
In the past month or so, he had completely vanished.
There was, however, a post that seemed to be about Baobao.
"Such a beautiful child must be a little angel sent from above..."
Although Le Tong didn’t name any names here, Ji Rui intuitively felt that the protagonist of this Weibo was Baobao.
So, was her approach to Baobao really just because she liked Baobao and not because she wanted to climb the social ladder using this?
As soon as this thought popped into his head, various voices immediately rang out in Ji Rui’s mind.
If she didn’t want to use this to attach herself to a wealthy family, then how would she explain her preferential treatment of Yang Sheng and Zhong Hao, and how would she explain her ambiguous relationship with Luo Yifan?
Ji Rui’s recently lifted spirits were quickly replaced by frustration and anger due to these contrasting voices. He glanced at a few unremarkable retweeted Weibo posts, and then flipped to Le Tong’s last post, which was from a dozen days ago.
"No beginning, no disappointment."
Ji Rui stared at this Weibo post for a while, calculating the time. This post seemed to have been written after Luo Yifan’s birthday. So, does this mean it was her self-consolation after being rejected by the Luo Family?
The image of the dapper and handsome Luo Yifan holding hands with Le Tong, who was dressed in enchanting purple like a fairy descending to the mortal world, swept quickly across Ji Rui’s mind.
Ji Rui’s previously good mood and interest were instantly replaced by gloom as this scene flashed by.
He slammed his phone down, refusing to look at any more posts related to Le Tong on the screen.
In his heart, layers of anger began to build again. This anger was directed at Le Tong and at himself.
He was angry with Le Tong. Since she couldn’t get what she wanted elsewhere, and he, Ji Rui, could give it to her, why couldn’t she accept it graciously?
Even Ji Rui himself hadn’t realized that by thinking this way, he had placed himself in the backup position. This revealed one thing: Even as a backup, if she agreed, he wouldn’t mind.
He was angry with himself. Clearly, it was Le Tong who ignorantly rejected his goodwill, yet he was still irrationally peeping into her inner world, seemingly in hopes of finding some clues.
I’m doing it for Baobao, and also for that five million!
In Ji Rui’s heart, there was once again a voice justifying his various strange actions.
Ji Rui poured himself another glass of wine. Just as he was about to drink it, Le Tong’s voice suddenly echoed in his ears.
"President, drinking is bad for your health, drink less."
If he remembered correctly, this was what Le Tong said to him the first time she accompanied him to a work dinner. For original chapters go to novel-fire.net
At that time, he only thought this new secretary didn’t know her place. His other secretaries, including the seasoned Lin Ling, never dared to advise him on anything.
Ji Rui raised his eyebrows at her, "Drinking is a must. If I don’t drink, will you?"
He didn’t expect her to actually agree. Initially, he just wanted to give her a little scare so she would retreat. After all, a woman with a good tolerance for alcohol is rare, and one who is agreeable and good with alcohol is even rarer.
"Hmm, I’ll drink then!"
At that time, Le Tong snatched the wine glass from his hand, and thereafter, she would automatically block most of the drinks for him without him having to indicate anything.
And he, as her superior, accepted her bravado with a clear conscience; he never even considered that it wasn’t good for her health to drink that much alcohol as a woman.
A slight sense of guilt rose in Ji Rui’s heart.
Some things may be as Yang Sheng said: the person involved cannot see clearly.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Le Tong’s Weibo posts stirring up his memories, but suddenly, many memories about Le Tong surfaced in Ji Rui’s mind.
He had always thought that until the Ji Family’s anniversary, he hadn’t paid attention to Le Tong, this docile little secretary. But now, as scenes from after Le Tong joined the Ji Family flashed clearly before his eyes, he began to doubt whether he truly hadn’t noticed this little secretary at all before?
[Chapter two is up, no time for Chapter three, everyone good night!! Sweet dreams, everyone!]