Fan Xia turned around and saw the heavy closed door being pushed open. Amidst the countless documents piled on the desk, Rong Xiu slowly raised her head, revealing her incomparably handsome face. She wore a well-tailored double-breasted peak lapel suit, her long slender fingers lightly resting on the keyboard, a silver watch on her pale, cold wrist reflecting cold, fragmented light in the morning beam.

At the moment Rong Xiu raised her head, Fan Xia’s gaze met her cold eyes. Then Rong Xiu’s gaze moved away from her, casually adjusting the rimless glasses on her high, straight nose bridge, her dark eyes revealing a forbidding and cold aloofness.

“Surprised?” She spoke calmly to Zhuang Nian, her voice slightly hoarse but deep.

“No, no, I’ll go make you a cup of coffee.” Zhuang Nian hurriedly ran out, but in his heart, he was wondering why this great Buddha came so early today? There’s no important meeting today, is there?

As soon as Zhuang Nian left, the entire office seemed desolate, with only Rong Xiu and Fan Xia. As Fan Xia was thinking about how to start the conversation, Rong Xiu spoke first.

“Just joined the company, are you getting used to it?” She closed her laptop, her evenly proportioned fingers casually resting on the smooth obsidian-like desktop. Her eyes were lowered, playing with the watch on her wrist, not looking at Fan Xia, seeming somewhat indifferent.

Fan Xia nodded slightly: “I’m getting used to it. Secretary Zhuang is very nice, he helped me get familiar with the company environment and helped me a lot.”

The fingers fiddling with the watch paused slightly, Rong Xiu’s lowered eyes lifted slightly. Even with the rimless glasses, it was hard to hide her superior, aloof, slender eye shape and clear eye color.

Looking closely, there was a tiny wine-red mole under her left eye corner. Her slender, slightly upturned eye tail was a bit deep. Up close, one could smell the cold scent of cedar on her. It was hard to imagine what kind of enchanting scene it would be if she took off her ascetic, restrained glasses.

“He’s a private secretary,” Rong Xiu said flatly, her tone as cold as thin snow in early winter.

“…Hm?” Fan Xia didn’t understand her meaning for a moment.

“Zhuang Nian is mainly responsible for my personal trivial matters. He can’t help you much with work. If you have any difficulties…” Rong Xiu adjusted her delicate rimless glasses again, her long, evenly proportioned fingers lightly supporting the frame, her lowered brows and eyes hiding her cold, ascetic gaze: “You can come to me… after all, you’re my junior from school.”

Fan Xia was slightly surprised, then her watery eyes overflowed with a shallow smile: “I thought senior had forgotten about a nobody like me, after all, we haven’t seen each other for so many years.”

“I’ve always remembered.” Rong Xiu said very softly, softer and lighter than the light penetrating through the glass window. If it weren’t for the cold expression on her face and her consistently emotionless eyes, one might have thought they heard a tender, passionate love confession.

“I didn’t recognize you at the interview site because I was afraid outsiders would think you got in through nepotism.” The education of a noble family’s young master kept her back straight throughout, as upright as a green mountain, just like her famous uncompromising and decisive style in the industry.

“Senior is always so thoughtful.” Fan Xia said, her voice filled with laughter.

“CEO, your coffee.” Zhuang Nian came in with the coffee.

Rong Xiu glanced casually at the coffee on the table and said indifferently: “Leave it there, go back to work.”

“Yes, then we’ll take our leave.” Zhuang Nian retreated with relief, taking Fan Xia along, and thoughtfully closed the door.

The heavy door closed, and the office returned to an enclosed space. With its predominantly black decor, it looked gloomy even during the day, like a quiet, thick night.

In this silent, dim night, suddenly a satisfied sigh was heard.

Rong Xiu’s back, as straight as a green mountain, slumped down, sinking into the black leather office chair. Her long, beautiful fingers rested on the Windsor knot at her collar, violently loosening the tie. The meticulously neat collar was wrinkled in several places, revealing the tightly constrained Adam’s apple.

“Fan Xia…” Rong Xiu leaned her head back on the chair, silently mouthing her name. The rimless glasses were casually tossed aside, her sleeves covering her narrow, cold eyes, revealing a perfect, delicate jawline. Her Adam’s apple, no longer suppressed and restrained, moved up and down freely. Beneath the ascetic, cold exterior, her palms were already damp with a thin layer of sweat: “I’ve finally waited for you.”

“Executive Assistant Fan, the company has an employee cafeteria with good food. You can try it at lunch.” As lunchtime approached, Zhuang Nian said to Fan Xia while playing with his phone.

“Xia Xia, how’s your first day at work? Let’s have lunch together, I’ll wait for you in the employee cafeteria.” A message came through on the phone, with Temperature Lan Sheng attaching a cute, pleading emoji.

Fan Xia paused her work and calmly replied: “It’s fine, see you at the cafeteria.”

At the same time, she responded to Zhuang Nian’s kindness: “Secretary Zhuang, aren’t you going?”

“I’m on a diet, I made a low-fat meal at home.”

“What about the CEO?” Fan Xia asked.

Zhuang Nian waved his phone: “I’m ordering for her right now. The young master from a noble family is picky about food and basically never eats in the employee cafeteria. Every day I have to order dishes she likes from her favorite restaurants.”

Just as he finished speaking, the door of the CEO’s office opened, and Rong Xiu walked out adjusting her suit cuffs.

“CEO.” As soon as he saw Rong Xiu, Zhuang Nian’s body stiffened: “What would you like to eat today? I’ll order for you.”

“No need, I’ll eat at the employee cafeteria.” Rong Xiu’s eyes were distant.

“This, aren’t you…?” Zhuang Nian said somewhat confusedly.

Rong Xiu finished adjusting her suit cuffs, her narrow eyes sweeping over him.

Zhuang Nian immediately shut his mouth.

“What are you having for lunch?” Rong Xiu looked at Fan Xia, his previously cold tone towards Zhuang Nian suddenly becoming gentle.

Fan Xia answered truthfully: “Going to the employee cafeteria.”

“Together?” His pale eyes held a questioning look.

Being able to have lunch with the top boss would be beneficial for future work.

Fan Xia nodded: “Sure.”

The two entered the elevator together, leaving behind a bewildered Zhuang Nian.

“Today is really strange, why is the CEO acting so abnormally?” Zhuang Nian muttered softly.

Taking advantage of the moment, Fan Xia sent a message to Wen Lan Sheng: ‘I can’t have lunch with you today, sorry, I’ll make it up to you when I get home.’

Wen Lan Sheng replied instantly: ‘Okay, I understand you have a lot to handle on your first day of work. I’ll make you something delicious when you get home.’ Along with a sad emoji.

“Chatting with your boyfriend?” Rong Xiu’s tone was characteristically cold, devoid of emotion.