After returning to her workstation, Sheng Yuyue gulped down a few mouthfuls of water before diving back into her work.
Although she was a young lady of a wealthy family, she was nothing like those pampered heiresses who were spoiled rotten.
Her mother had passed away from complications during childbirth. Before she turned five, though she lacked a mother’s love, her father had at least given her some beautiful memories.
But after she turned five, her father seemed to become a different person. He dumped her in her grandfather’s care and came home less and less often.
Until one day, he came back with a girl, claiming she was her older sister.
It was only then that she learned—while her mother was still pregnant with her, her father had already fathered a child with another woman outside.
Her grandfather kicked both him and that so-called sister out of the house, making it clear that the Sheng family had only one granddaughter: Sheng Yuyue.
From then on, her grandfather managed the Sheng Corporation while raising her, grooming her as the heir to the family business.
And she did not disappoint him. She had already begun taking over the Sheng Corporation while still in university.
Fortunately, her grandfather had managed the company so well that she didn’t need to sit in the office every single day to keep everything running smoothly.
And because of that, she had long honed a formidable set of skills.
While other heiresses were still spending their parents’ monthly allowances on beauty treatments and entertainment, she was already using her intelligence and her own two hands to create more wealth for the corporation and elevate her own worth.
In the capital, everyone knew that the Sheng Corporation was managed by the Sheng family’s daughter, Sheng Yuyue—yet no one had ever seen her true face.
Even on the day she went to register their marriage, she had been cautious enough to make slight adjustments to her makeup.
That was why, after three months of working here, even Song Qi—the only person who had ever seen Sheng Yuyue—failed to recognize that Secretary Sheng Xia was actually his boss’s wife.
All day long, Sheng Yuyue was busier than a bee.
When Fu Yunting passed her desk on his way to a meeting, she was buried in her report.
When he came back from the meeting, she was still in the exact same position.
Fu Yunting suddenly felt that this secretary was quite different from the many women he had encountered. She carried a very distinctive aura—sometimes alluring, sometimes commanding, and occasionally even hinting at a bit of spoiled young lady temperament.
She really didn’t seem like an ordinary office worker.
Fu Yunting worked in his office until past eight in the evening. He had already been about to leave when, just as he stepped out of his office, he saw Sheng Yuyue’s computer screen still glowing—but she wasn’t at her desk.
He walked over to the break room.
Sure enough, Sheng Yuyue was there, holding a cup of coffee, leaning against the wall with unfocused eyes, as if lost in thought.
Fu Yunting walked up beside her and leaned down.
“What are you doing?”
His breath sprayed directly onto Sheng Yuyue’s ear, startling her so badly that she flinched, spilling coffee all over herself. A brownish-black flower bloomed across her chest.
“Damn it.”
Her fiery temper flared up instantly. She was about to unleash a torrent of curses when she saw the man leaning against the doorframe, watching her with an amused, leisurely expression.
She immediately reined in her temper, replacing it with a charming, aggrieved smile.
“President Fu, you scared me.”
“Look, my clothes are all dirty now.”
As she spoke, she reached out and hooked her finger around Fu Yunting’s tie.
Fu Yunting’s eyes darkened.
This woman must have studied Sichuan opera—how else could she switch faces so fast? She was clearly ready to roll up her sleeves and start cursing, but the moment she saw it was him, all her temper and sharp edges instantly vanished.