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The receptionist was different from last time; she greeted me with a smile as soon as she saw me and even ran over to press the elevator button for me. It was such a contrast to my first visit when I felt so out of place.
This time, everything went so smoothly that I began to question my life. Could it be that I now had an aura about me?
Xiao Minxing's office door was closed, but the blinds were open, allowing me to see him working inside.
He seemed to have an endless amount of work. The desk in front of him was piled high with folders, and he furrowed his brow as his fingers swiftly flipped through them, carefully scanning each line. Occasionally, he would sketch something with a pen before placing it on another desk that was already cluttered.
There was no impatience or anger; he appeared calm and contemplative, like a king strategizing in a war room.
Suddenly, this king looked up, his piercing gaze cutting through the glass and locking onto mine.
Our eyes met, and we both froze for a moment, staring at each other, momentarily forgetting to react.
I even noticed the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint smile before he lowered his head. Just half a second later, he raised it again.
This time, his expression was different—certain, excited, and joyful.
He almost instantly stood up from his chair and appeared in front of me in the next moment. With a long reach, he grabbed me and pulled me inside, quickly shutting the blinds behind us.
I blinked a few times to confirm that the person standing in front of me was indeed him before I started to feel nervous and stammered, “What are you doing here?”
Xiao Minxing wore a mischievous grin, his eyes squinting into long arcs as the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. His tone was playfully teasing: “Shouldn't you be the one explaining that?”
A jolt ran through me as I remembered to look around. Oh right, this is his office; I seemed to have no reason not to be here.
I reached up to pat my forehead, but my hand was intercepted mid-air by him. He continued casually, “Since you're here, you might as well do something instead of just standing there like a fool.”
I felt a bit overwhelmed, and most importantly, I didn't know what else I could do in his office. God knows what was in those documents; I couldn't understand a single word, and with all the dense text, who knew what nonsense was written.
But Xiao Minxing, as usual, didn't give me a chance to argue. He had already turned around and sat at his desk, giving me an impolite look that signaled me to come over.
Standing across the table from him, I didn't even know where to put my hands and dared not look at the documents on the table.
I could say that if he really made me go through those things, it would definitely be out of interest, wanting to see me make a fool of myself.
Sure enough, he brought a document in front of me and pointed to the letters marked in pencil at the top right corner, saying, "Each one has it on top; just sort them into piles according to the same ones."
I let out a long breath secretly. Alright, this simple task I could still manage. But isn't this kind of work usually done by assistants? Why was it falling on me now?
Although I thought this way in my heart, I didn't dare to ask. I obediently sorted all the documents as he instructed.
In the meantime, some people came over to deliver documents, and others took some away. Without exception, those who saw me were momentarily stunned, then quickly finished their tasks without saying much before leaving.
Xiao Minxing didn't speak either; he was immersed in those tedious documents and seemed to have forgotten my existence. My task was so simple—just sorting the piles—and since the rest were in his hands, I had to wait for each one. It was inevitably boring, and my gaze unconsciously drifted toward him.
I still liked him like this; he said nothing but somehow provided a sense of comfort, like when we were kids—just sitting quietly together was the greatest solace.
It seemed that something between us was quietly changing. What could it be?
I stole glances at his eyes, looked at the corners of his lips, his straight nose bridge, and his strong jawline from the side.
He smiled when he saw me just now. Yes, it was a genuine smile—not mocking or sarcastic—different from before. Could it be that he felt a bit happy seeing me?
I don't know, and I can't figure out these questions, nor can I grasp his thoughts.
Xiao Minxing handed me the newly approved documents, and his gaze inadvertently glanced at me, surprisingly carrying a hint of softness that left me somewhat dazed.
However, he quickly looked away and lightly coughed, saying, "Let's take a break."
As I stood up in a fluster, I couldn't help but glance at the time.
It was already noon, and I clearly had to work in the evening. How did I end up wasting so much time here? Am I sick?
The thought of going to work made me want to leave immediately. I grabbed my bag and headed outside.
Xiao Minxing's voice immediately rang out behind me: "Stop! Where are you going?"
I knew I had been so enchanted here in the morning that I had lost track of everything. Now that I had finally regained some clarity, I couldn't let him control me again. Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn't gotten angry yet and hadn't pulled me back, I pretended not to hear and ran outside.
Fortunately, he didn't chase after me. My heart racing, I headed straight home as soon as I left his company. Just as my car entered the driveway, Xiao Minxing's car followed right behind.
The situation wasn't looking good; he already wore a familiar look of anger on his face.
I was so scared that I didn't even dare to open the car door, but it didn't stop him from walking over and asking in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"
"Um, I still have to work tonight, so I came back first," I stammered.
He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Why didn't you say anything? Why did you run? Was your mouth sealed at that time?"
My God, if I had known he could chase me home, I would have definitely said something at that time, right? Who knew he would ignore a pile of things to do and instead come to find me?
Cursing me out obviously didn't satisfy him, and it's not his style. He glared at me with an extremely harsh tone and said, "You are not allowed to go to work. From now on, you must stay home obediently."
"But I..."
"No buts. Can't you understand what I'm saying? Or do you want to challenge my patience once more?"
Indeed, all those fleeting moments of tenderness were just figments of my imagination; this is his true nature. The hotel companionship and the smiles in the office were merely to smoothly cut off my job opportunities.
As long as I lack the ability to connect with the outside world, I can only remain trapped in his hands forever, like a parasite, relying on his pity and charity to get through each day. Yet he has never shown me any of that.
The nature of a demon has never changed; it was I who wanted to attribute kindness to him, only to end up slapping myself in the face with regret.
He dragged me out of the car, threw me into the house, and then watched as he collected all the car keys before driving away himself, leaving me trembling with anger.
What is this for me? House arrest?
The car is taken away, and I have no money. If I want to leave here, I would first have to walk several kilometers before I might see a taxi or bus. However, it wouldn't matter; I can't afford it.
Will my later years be spent locked in this prison-like house, waiting in despair for Xiao Minxing's return and the torment and humiliation that comes with it?
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