Hao Yan Che opened his eyes. Yuan Gun Gun smiled sweetly at him, and massaged his head for half an hour before rinsing his hair. Afterward she blow dried his hair.

  Suddenly Hao Yan Che pulled her onto the massage bed.

  ‘Young master, how can I reach your hair?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  Hao Yan Che nibbled Yuan Gun Gun’s chin.

  ‘Starting tomorrow you’ll come with me to Hao Yan’s company and be my secretary,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Young master, can’t I stay at home and keep learning how to do housework?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘Are you sure there is work you can do at home?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

  ‘Yes,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘My mummy said that in the ancient times, tasting food for poison was a job.’


  Hao Yan Che looked at Yuan Gun Gun holding a hand over her heart.

  ‘It’s true,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Mummy said that eunuchs were paid to taste food for the emperor.’


  ‘Are you a eunuch?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

  ‘No,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘But eunuchs and I don’t have little brothers.’


  A vein popped up on Hao Yan Che’s forehead.

  ‘I can cook too,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘But you won’t let me into the kitchen.’


  Hao Yan Che looked at Yuan Gun Gun’s puffy cheeks, and he resisted knocking her head.

  ‘Talk less nonsense,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘But big sister Tan hasn’t finish teaching me everything about being a secretary yet,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

  ‘Someone will give you on the job training at work,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Does that mean I won’t be home schooled anymore?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘Yes,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘What about dessert?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked. ‘Will you let me eat dessert after work like after school?’


  Hao Yan Che thought Yuan Gun Gun looked like she had droopy puppy dog ears while she begged him to let her eat dessert.

  ‘Depends on your performance,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  Hao Yan Che wasn’t a eunuch. He promptly sat up, and let Yuan Gun Gun stand on the floor before he wouldn’t let her leave the massage bed.

  ‘Young master is the best,’ Yuan Gun Gun praised and continued to dry Hao Yan Che’s hair.

  Hao Yan Che watched Yuan Gun Gun moved her apple red lips. He thought the heavens punished him by giving his heart to the dummy woman in front of him.

  The following morning, Hao Yan Che deposited Yuan Gun Gun in the bathroom.

  ‘You have ten minutes to prepare for work,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘If you take longer than ten minutes to get ready, you won’t get to eat dessert.’


  Yuan Gun Gun was motivated to brush, wash and change clothes in nine minutes.

  ‘Did I take longer than ten minutes?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘No,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Hehe…… my dessert is safe,’ Yuan Gun Gun said and rubbed her stomach.

  Hao Yan Che had a hallucination, he pictured Yuan Gun Gun was protecting their baby instead of her dessert.

  Yuan Gun Gun held Hao Yan Che’s hand and pulled him toward the dining room.

  ‘Wait,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘You haven’t brushed your hair.’


  ‘I don’t need to,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. She ran a hand through her smooth long black hair, and smiled proudly at Hao Yan Che. ‘My hair isn’t knotty.’


  Hao Yan Che chose not to say anything, and let Yuan Gun Gun take him to the dining room.

  After breakfast Hao Yan Che drove a satisfied Yuan Gun Gun to Hao Yan’s company. The moment Yuan Gun Gun stepped out of the car, her thoughts were visible on her face.

  ‘Let’s go inside,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘Young master, how many floors does your company have?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

  ‘One hundred floors,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  ‘What happens if the building collapse?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked. ‘Wouldn’t it kill a lot of people?’


  Yuan Gun Gun looked at the employees around her, she was worried for their lives.

  Jia Tu and Yi Tu were walking behind Hao Yan Che and Yuan Gun Gun. Jia Tu and Yi Tu couldn’t help but laugh at Yuan Gun Gun’s backward way of thinking.

  Hao Yan Che scoffed, held Yuan Gun Gun’s hand and led her to the elevator.

  Unlike Yuan Gun Gun, the employees were worried about their boss’ life because it was the first time they witnessed their boss holding a person’s hand.

  The elevator doors opened to the one hundredth floor. Hao Yan Che walked together with Yuan Gun Gun to his office. She thought his employees looked like beautiful immortals.

  ‘CEO Hao,’ the secretaries greeted.

  ‘Um,’ Hao Yan Che said.

  Inside Hao Yan Che’s office, Hao Yan Che took off his jacket, hung it on his chair and sat.

  ‘Young master, are the people outside your secretaries?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

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