Professionalism

"What did I do wrong? I just wanted to give those girls a home! Is it a crime to not want to let any of them down?!"

"I can't... just stop here!"

"..."

Inside an office within the corporate group's headquarters, heart-wrenching screams echoed, occasionally mixed with a crunching sound akin to someone eating potato chips. In one corner of the office, a short-haired girl rested her legs casually over her other leg. While watching the anime in front of her, she didn't forget to occasionally pull a potato chip from the snack bag.

Ye Shuang, who had been focusing on his work nearby, cast a sidelong glance at her. After a moment of apparent speechlessness, he spoke up to remind her, "Little Yu."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, An Shiyu turned her head. Noticing Ye Shuang's gaze, she looked down at the snack bag in her hand. "It's empty. I still have one in my mouth, do you want it?"

As she spoke, the potato chip moved upward at a visible speed and finally disappeared into her mouth.

"That's not what I meant. If you're going to watch anime, could you turn the volume down a bit?" Ye Shuang said. "It is working hours, after all."

"Oh? So what are you watching? Didn't you finish today's work ages ago?" An Shiyu leaned back. At this moment, Ye Shuang's screen was broadcasting a professional League of Non-Legends match.

"Ahem, well, your volume was just too loud." Ye Shuang coughed lightly and silently minimized his window.

"How strange. Aren't you the vice president? And the CEO is your girlfriend. Are you afraid your subordinates will find out?" An Shiyu gave him a deadpan look. "Isn't the company basically your home?"

"You could say that..." Ye Shuang pinched the bridge of his nose. "But the audio from what you're watching is very misleading."

"Hm? Does hearing a man's speech make you think of something dirty? So you actually have that kind of interest?"

"Absolutely not!"

However, just as An Shiyu said, this morning was indeed a bit slow. Had he known it would be like this, he might as well have stayed at the academy.

"Knock, knock-knock." Right at that moment, a knocking sound came from the door.

Ye Shuang snapped back to reality and looked over. "Come in."

A middle-aged man dressed as a worker walked in and smiled, "Boss, we're here to move some things."

"Things? Move what?" Ye Shuang was taken aback. He looked around, and before his confusion could deepen, several movers walked in behind the man, carefully carrying an office desk.

"This is..." Ye Shuang stood up and walked over to the middle-aged man to ask, "Excuse me, who asked for this desk to be moved in?"

"Boss, we have no idea."

After grunting and heaving the desk into position, the movers bid Ye Shuang goodbye and vanished.

Ye Shuang: "..."

"Kou Kou." He had no choice but to pick up the phone on his desk. "Come to my office for a moment."

Half a minute later, a knock sounded on the office door once again.

"Come in," Ye Shuang didn't even turn his head, merely tapping his finger against the new desk. "Kou Kou, please find out who asked for this desk to be moved in."

"I did," a voice came from behind him.

Ye Shuang froze for a second and turned his head in confusion, only to find that the person standing behind him wasn't Kou Kou, but An Shiyi. She was currently dressed in professional business attire and wearing a pair of glasses.

Ye Shuang instantly wore an expression of sheer confusion.

Wait, no.

"Y-you... why are you here?" Ye Shuang was stunned, then looked toward the door. "Where is Kou Kou?"

"Oh, wasn't Kou Kou originally Chen Qin's person? She went back," An Shiyi said casually. "Starting today, I am your assistant."

Ye Shuang: "..."

He looked over at An Shiyu. It was obvious that An Shiyu hadn't expected An Shiyi to appear here either, but after a few brief seconds of surprise, she nonchalantly went back to staring at her computer.

You two...

Ye Shuang didn't know what to say for a moment. He just felt An Shiyi was fooling around. "While I don't know how you managed this, you can't just do things like this. If you suddenly decide you don't want to play this game anymore, it's going to cause a lot of trouble for me here."

"That's a bit harsh. What do you mean 'don't want to play anymore'?" An Shiyi said, crossing her arms and tilting her head. "Oi, are you questioning my professional integrity?"

Ye Shuang: "..."

Indeed, when it came to work capability, the two of them were in a league of their own. Ye Shuang had to admit that.

Although their abilities were reliable, they lacked resilience.

But An Shiyu had been working here for so long without showing any signs of wanting to leave.

"If you plan to be my personal life assistant, there are still a lot of things you need to learn," Ye Shuang had no choice but to tell An Shiyi. "Plus, I can't just change personnel on a whim. And one more thing, this job isn't for fun."

"A lot of things to learn?"

"Yes, a lot of tedious things," Ye Shuang added. "It's not as glamorous as you think."

"Learn? I already know all the moves. Is there a master around?"

"..."

"What the hell?" Ye Shuang finally reacted.

After a bit more banter, Ye Shuang finally accepted the reality of An Shiyi appearing in his office. Looking at his left and right guardians, Ye Shuang almost had the illusion that he was sitting in the school infirmary.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the lunch break.

Ye Shuang yawned. He actually wanted to take a short nap, considering he hadn't been getting enough rest lately.

As for the reason, it was purely because Yuyou would always sneak over in the middle of the night, and he had to constantly check to make sure she didn't kick off her blankets.

Just as Ye Shuang reclined his executive chair and planned to close his eyes for a bit, he felt a warm sensation over his eyes.

He reached out in confusion, only to find a steam eye mask placed over his eyes.

Ye Shuang: "..."

"Steam eye mask, to relieve fatigue," An Shiyi said expressionlessly from the side. Then, she placed something resembling a throw pillow on Ye Shuang's thighs, which immediately emitted a massaging sensation. "Massage pillow."

"What are you doing?"

"As a personal assistant, naturally I must attend to all the details so the boss can fully relax," An Shiyi said.

"Isn't this a bit too detailed?"

However, Ye Shuang was indeed tired and didn't feel like saying much else. With the eye mask on, he began to rest.

But a pang of hunger came from his stomach. He planned to rest a little longer before heading to the cafeteria to eat, or perhaps ordering some takeout.

About ten minutes later, a delicious aroma suddenly wafted to Ye Shuang's nose.

He took off the eye mask and looked forward in confusion.

A table had appeared in the empty space of the office, complete with an induction cooker. An Shiyi had changed into a chef's uniform and was pan-frying a steak. In the next second, with a solemn expression, she pinched some sea salt, letting the crystals cascade down her forearm and onto the steak.

"Perfect."

Ye Shuang: "..."

Huh?!