A wave of shame and frustration so intense that she felt like running away surged into her heart! She felt that she was truly an utterly incompetent secretary! How could she be so careless? How could she fail to maintain the proper distance? It was clear she had never served as a secretary to a true boss in her previous jobs—she lacked experience! And yet, her luck was so rotten today. What was going on? Nothing was going right. Her good intentions in visiting her boss who was working overtime had ended with her overhearing his phone call and seeing erotic images on his computer screen. Just as these feelings of shame and anger had yet to fully engulf her heart, another strange and inexplicable emotion welled up inside He Ying. She couldn’t fully articulate her feelings toward this "boss" of hers. Even though she had resolved to devote herself entirely to the role of Lu Jincheng’s assistant—be it office staff, secretary, receptionist, or any position he needed her to fill—she absolutely couldn’t claim to be in love with him. Instead, she believed that being Lu Jincheng’s secretary was a kind of improbable destiny and a stroke of luck. She was convinced that this role could bring her substantial benefits and rewards. Even though, to this day, aside from a handsome sum of cash, Lu Jincheng hadn’t given her any concrete promises. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel~fire~net She had even seriously considered seducing Lu Jincheng. On several occasions when she was alone with him, she had unconsciously leaned closer to his body, hoping something might transpire between them. She didn’t mind at all if people whispered behind her back, calling her "Shi Lvjincheng’s mistress." After all, from the moment she knocked on Lu Jincheng’s office door, she had been destined to face such accusations. Since that was the case, why shouldn’t she just truly play the part? In her eyes, being known as "Shi Lvjincheng’s mistress" wasn’t an insult but an achievement. If given the opportunity... she was entirely prepared to offer her body to this "boss" of hers. Not to mention the rewards Lu Jincheng could potentially bring her; even just imagining an intimate relationship with someone as exceptional, enigmatic, strong, handsome, and profound as him made her feel that her youthful beauty and the blessings granted by heaven had not been wasted. Yet, at least up until now, while Lu Jincheng had always politely praised her looks and even boldly advised her on how to dress and groom herself to appear more alluring, he had never expressed any improper desires toward her, nor had he ever exhibited overly provocative behavior... She knew Lu Jincheng was a man with needs, and he was even quite indulgent outside of work. She remembered how Shi Lvjincheng trusted her enough to have her call Su Di, who was clearly an escort, to spend the night at his apartment. She remembered how Lu Jincheng had her buy gifts for Yan Wenyun. She remembered how he had asked her to transfer funds to Zhou Jin, the beautiful assistant coach... Despite her unwavering loyalty and obedience to Lu Jincheng, despite having hinted several times... why didn’t he ever express that kind of interest in her? He Ying had always been confident in her appearance and figure, but in front of Lu Jincheng, this confidence was tested daily, almost to its breaking point. She could only assume Lu Jincheng had plenty of sexual partners and had no need for nor interest in satisfying such desires in the workplace. But now, it seemed everything wasn’t as it appeared. She didn’t quite understand the world and preferences of men, after all. Could it be that her boss was using that erotic image to "kill time"? Entertaining this possibility, an inexplicable pang of heartache and guilt suddenly arose within her. She couldn’t even explain why—she simply felt like she hadn’t done her duty, feeling ashamed and uncomfortable: "I haven’t done everything I could for Lu Jincheng," "I haven’t served my boss well," "My boss, such an outstanding man... is left here, late at night, looking at erotic pictures all alone?!" And now, here she was amidst this ridiculous awkwardness. Earlier, she had already expressed her apology—"Sorry, I overheard your phone call." But now, given the current situation, what should she do? Should she pretend she hadn’t seen anything? Or perhaps... should she say, "Sorry, I saw you looking at erotic images"? After all, she was just a girl in her early twenties, and such words were difficult to say out loud, weren’t they? All these thoughts and emotions, ideas and stirrings, actually took place in just a mere moment. And in this instant of awkward embarrassment, before it could dissipate, she suddenly felt Lu Jincheng’s gaze shifting to her, assessing and noticing her loss of composure. She immediately realized that "trust" and "mistrust" could pivot in a single instant—she couldn’t afford to hesitate any longer! She bit her lip, allowing her bashful yet alluring demeanor to bloom freely on her snow-white cheeks and flawless skin. She decisively turned her head slightly and deliberately let her eyes sweep over the screen one more time—a deliberate glance signaling to Lu Jincheng: "I saw it." It was a photograph of a young girl, not an AV screenshot or a glamour shot. The focus was blurry, the photographic conditions poor—it seemed to be some kind of selfie or candid photo. The image showed a young girl, seemingly unconscious, lying on her back in bed. She wasn’t entirely naked, wearing a pair of cute pink panties, but the rest of her was fully exposed. Under the dim, yellowish lighting, the out-of-focus shot rendered her face slightly vague and indistinct, yet her skin, her curves, her bones, and those two gem-like nipples... Who was this girl? How could even an unpolished candid photo, shot so carelessly, still look so captivating? No wonder the boss was sitting here "admiring" it.