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A few days later, Lin Zhiyuan indeed began preparing the application for the volunteer project. However, I noticed another familiar name on the list—Song Ya. Song Ya was a management trainee selected by the group this year, young and beautiful, with outstanding abilities and a keen sense of observation. My first impression of her was quite good, after all, she was someone I had handpicked.
I never expected her to apply for the same project as Lin Zhiyuan. "She's quite clever," I said, pushing the list toward Li Ruobing. "Do you think she's doing this for charity or to get closer to him?" Li Ruobing stood by, her expression unreadable as she replied, "Most likely the latter. Charity is just a facade; climbing the social ladder through connections is her true aim."
I nodded slightly, my face betraying little emotion. I wasn't concerned about Song Ya's ulterior motives; after all, ambition isn't a bad thing. What intrigued me was whether Song Ya's approach to Lin Zhiyuan was a strategic move to climb higher or if she was gambling on an emotional connection. "Let her be," I said casually. "People like her only reveal their true selves when they step over their last line."
I turned to look out the window, a hint of a playful smile curling at my lips. This show had only just begun.
A few days later, in the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Leng Group's president's office, casting a soft golden hue over the simply decorated room. Song Ya stood at the office door, gently smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt before stepping inside.
"Mr. manager Leng, I heard you approved my volunteer application. Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity." She wore a perfectly timed smile, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. I lifted my gaze, my eyes sharp as they swept over Song Ya's face, a faint manager Leng smile playing on my lips. "Why do you want to go to Africa?" My voice was icy, like a piece of ice slipping into warm water, stirring up silent ripples.
"I have always been very interested in charitable work," Song Ya replied steadily, meeting my gaze without flinching. "This opportunity to participate in an overseas charity project allows me to gain firsthand experience and accumulate some knowledge for the company." Each of her words seemed meticulously crafted and flawless.
I lowered my head behind the desk, casually flipping through documents with my long fingers while a glimmer of manager Leng ness flashed in my eyes. "Song Ya, I admire your abilities." My voice was like a blade wrapped in honey. "But internal selection isn't about who can talk well. The opportunity has been given to you; what matters more is the outcome. When you go to Africa, remember that I want to see what you can bring back."
Song Ya's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her composure and nodded earnestly. "I understand, Mr. manager Leng. I will not let you down." I slowly raised my eyes again, a meaningful smile curling at my lips. "Very well." My tone softened slightly. "However, you should know that Lin Zhiyuan is also involved in this project. Getting along well with him will benefit both you and the company."
This statement struck Song Ya like a silver needle piercing her heart. She suppressed her inner turmoil and kept her expression calm. "Yes, Mr. Lin is indeed very capable; I will strive to learn from him." Her voice remained steady but subtly tightened at her fingertips.
After Song Ya left, a figure emerged from the corner of the office—Li Ruobing crossed her arms and spoke in a detached tone: "She clearly has ulterior motives but puts on quite a show." I set down my pen and looked out at the slanting sunlight outside the window, my lips curving slightly upward. "What does it matter how well she performs?"
My voice carried a hint of mockery. "I enjoy watching people like her tear off their disguises. Lin Zhiyuan thinks he can find 'Finding The Real Self' in Africa; too bad he can't even tell if the woman beside him is real or not."
"Do you need me to arrange for someone to keep an eye on them?" Li Ruobing asked, her voice laced with an undertone of decisiveness. I waved my hand dismissively, my tone firm and unyielding. "No need."
I turned around, my gaze sharp as a knife. "You go personally and report every move they make back to me. People like Song Ya excel at climbing up through opportunities without realizing that the chance I've given her is also her trial."
I leaned against the desk, my eyes slightly closed, yet the scene from that rainy night floated before me. It was a late autumn evening, manager Leng rain pattering against the window glass, and traffic was at a standstill on the street. Frustrated from working overtime, I was about to step out of the company building when I saw Lin Zhiyuan standing at the entrance, holding a simple yet fresh bouquet of baby’s breath.
“ manager Leng,” he appeared somewhat shy, but his eyes were filled with determination. “I know you don’t like crowds, but today is your birthday, and I wanted to give you something special.” I was taken aback for a moment before a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Lin Zhiyuan, where did you hear that?” “ Assistant Li told me,” he scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed as he added, “I know I probably shouldn’t have asked, but you’re always so busy, and no one around you reminds you of special occasions. I just… didn’t want you to feel lonely.”
At that moment, something in my heart was gently touched. I had never seen such pure concern in someone else’s eyes—free of any ulterior motives or calculations. I gently accepted the flowers, my tone unexpectedly soft: “Thank you.”
In the following weeks, Lin Zhiyuan seemed to appear more frequently by my side, helping me organize documents, running errands, and even bringing me a cup of coffee at just the right temperature when I needed quiet. His presence didn’t disturb me; rather, it felt like a warm ray of sunshine that added a touch of softness to my manager Leng and hard world. I eventually agreed to his pursuit—not out of love, but because Lin Zhiyuan made me believe that perhaps in this calculating world, there could be someone who would wholeheartedly give for me.
But what happened afterward? I opened my eyes, my gaze manager Leng ly landing on the documents on the desk. I understood that what I had thought was pure was merely a misunderstanding. When Lin Zhiyuan repeatedly displayed his insecurities and dissatisfaction, I realized that what he needed was never me but rather the life and resources I provided. “Perhaps from the very beginning, I was mistaken,” I murmured to myself, my tone devoid of the softness it once held.
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