Chen Zhi lay in bed, unwilling to get up; she didn't want to see Si Ye every single day anyway.
Having put on his shirt, the man buttoned up his cuffs as he walked over to the bed.
"Chen Zhi, have you forgotten the first rule of our deal? You must not resist me, what I say goes. If you don't want to follow the agreement, you can leave at any time," he said.
Chen Zhi closed her eyes for a moment, resignedly getting out of bed.
"Fine, I agree to be your secretary."
After all, she was doing nothing but idling away here; she might as well earn some extra cash.
It had to be said that Chen Zhi's ability to comfort herself was quite remarkable.
Following Si Ye to Shenghuang, he handed her over to Secretary Qin before he went off to tend to his own business.
Secretary Qin was a lady in her thirties, dressed in a black uniform, her hair meticulously tied up, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses—she had the look of a competent woman straight out of a TV show.
