Su Qingsi had already been working in the CEO’s office for a week.
In those seven days, she hadn’t made a single mistake.
Documents were filed clearly, meeting minutes were detailed and thorough—even Cheng Yu, who was always picky, said to Fu Linzhou in private, “Miss Su is adapting quickly, far beyond expectations.”
On the afternoon of the eighth day, Fu Linzhou returned from a meeting and passed by the secretarial area.
Su Qingsi sat at her workstation, head down, checking a contract.
She wore a cream-white knit cardigan over a light apricot slip dress, her black hair loosely pinned up, exposing the full length of her snow-white, delicate neck.
Fu Linzhou’s steps paused.
Su Qingsi sensed the gaze, looked up, and called out, “President Fu.”
Her almond eyes were very bright and clear, always carrying a hint of coyness when she looked at people, along with an unconscious allure.
Fu Linzhou gave a sound of acknowledgment, his gaze lingering on her neck for a moment—the skin there was too thin and too white, faint blue veins barely visible.
“Seven o’clock tonight, come with me to a banquet.” He spoke, his voice revealing no emotion.
Su Qingsi set down the document in her hand. “Is it the charity gala? Assistant Cheng mentioned it this morning.”
“Mm.” Fu Linzhou stared at her.
“Yirou isn’t feeling well, she’s not going.”
“As my secretary, you’ll stay by my side, learn more, observe more.”
“Alright, President Fu.” Su Qingsi obediently agreed.
Fu Linzhou said nothing more and turned to leave.
Su Qingsi lowered her head again, her fingertips brushing the edge of the contract.
The System’s voice rang out: “Wen Yirou isn’t feeling well—it’s because the small trick you had me do took effect.”
Su Qingsi responded faintly in her mind: “Just a little interference. She should be running a fever right about now, can’t leave the house.”
“But the male lead said he’s bringing you for business, to let you learn things.”
“If he says so, then so be it.” Su Qingsi’s lips curved.
“It doesn’t matter.”
At seven in the evening, luxury cars gathered in front of the Grand Hyatt Hotel, the most prestigious in the capital.
The black Maybach pulled to a steady stop, and the doorman hurried forward to open the car door.
Fu Linzhou got out first. He had changed into a dark-patterned suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs, his presence imposing.
He turned and extended his hand toward the car.
A slender, snow-white hand rested on his, the fingertips tinged with a faint pink.
Su Qingsi stepped out of the car holding his hand.
She wore a smoke-pink floor-length gown, the waist cinched extremely tight, the chest full and curved.
Over it, she draped a pure white short fur stole, revealing a section of delicate collarbone and rounded shoulders.
Her long hair was secured with a pearl hairpin, a few stray strands falling by her cheeks, making her face look smaller, her skin dazzlingly white in the night.
“Stay close to me.” Fu Linzhou released her hand, his voice low.
“Mm.” Su Qingsi nodded, following half a step behind him.
Inside the banquet hall, lights blazed brilliantly, a gathering of elegance and glamour.
The moment Fu Linzhou appeared, he immediately became the focal point.
People continuously approached to exchange pleasantries and make conversation.
Su Qingsi remained quietly by his side, only handing him a glass when needed, or accepting business cards others offered.
Her demeanor was demure, her conduct impeccable—like a beautiful, exquisite ornament.
“Well, well, isn’t this Brother Zhou?”
A male voice laced with amusement cut in.
Su Qingsi looked up.
The newcomer wore a sapphire blue suit, handsome of face—it was Xie Yu’an.
Xie Yu’an’s gaze swept over Su Qingsi, his smile deepening.
“Su Qingsi, currently my new secretary.” Fu Linzhou introduced simply.
“Secretary?” Xie Yu’an raised an eyebrow, deliberately drawing out the word.
“And Miss Wen? On occasions like this, isn’t she usually by your side?”
“She’s feeling unwell, resting at home.” Fu Linzhou lifted his glass and took a sip.
“Feeling unwell, huh.” Xie Yu’an smiled meaningfully, leaning in closer and lowering his voice.
“Brother Zhou, you keep this Miss Su right under your nose every day—are you really just seeing her as a secretary?”
Fu Linzhou glanced at him sideways but said nothing.
Xie Yu’an didn’t mind, continuing on his own: “That face, that figure, tsk tsk.”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. No wonder I’ve heard Wen Yirou’s been making a fuss lately…”
“Yu’an.” Fu Linzhou cut him off, his voice dropping a notch.
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
“How am I talking nonsense?” Xie Yu’an shrugged, his gaze drifting again to Su Qingsi, who stood quietly to the side.
She was unrealistically beautiful.
“You really have no feelings for a beauty like that? Back when you two were together, did you ever taste her?”
“That was then, it’s all in the past.” Fu Linzhou set down his glass.
“I’ve decided to settle down.”
Xie Yu’an was taken aback: “What?”
“Keeping her by my side—at first, I did have some other intentions.” Fu Linzhou’s voice was calm.
“But watching myself waver back and forth these past few days, I’ve lost interest. In a while, I’ll find a suitable excuse and send her back to the Su Family.”
Xie Yu’an stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: “Brother Zhou, are you saying this for my benefit, or for your own?”
Fu Linzhou didn’t answer.
Xie Yu’an patted his shoulder, his tone half-serious: “Fine, whatever you say.”
Fu Linzhou’s gaze involuntarily drifted back to that figure.
Su Qingsi seemed to sense his eyes on her, turned her head, and gave him a soft smile.
Fu Linzhou looked away as if burned, saying to Xie Yu’an, “Once Su Qingsi returns to the Su Family, I plan to find a time to propose to Yirou.”
Xie Yu’an didn’t respond, merely raising his glass, his eyes carrying a knowing, amused look that saw through everything.
Su Qingsi walked over to the champagne tower and picked up a glass of juice.
The System’s voice rang out in her mind: “Host, the male lead just told Xie Yu’an he’s going to send you away and propose to Wen Yirou.”
Su Qingsi took a sip of her juice.
“Aren’t you worried?” The System sounded puzzled.
“According to the Original Work, the white moonlight plotline hasn’t even officially started and it’s about to be cut off.”
“Why would I worry.” Su Qingsi set down her glass.
She raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping past the elegantly dressed crowd, landing on the other side of the banquet hall.
There, vaguely surrounded by people, stood a woman in a bright red strapless mermaid gown.
She was tall, with exquisite, striking makeup, her wavy hair draped lazily over her shoulders. She was smiling as she chatted with others, but her gaze kept drifting toward where Fu Linzhou stood.
Shen Manshu.
The newly crowned Golden Phoenix Award Best Actress, a top celebrity in the entertainment industry, and the special guest performer at tonight’s charity gala.
Su Qingsi recognized her—and she recognized the look in her eyes when she glanced at Fu Linzhou. It was a look of determined conquest.
“Host, that’s Shen Manshu.”
“She’s always had feelings for Fu Linzhou. She even made a public show of interest before, but Fu Linzhou never responded.”
“The way she’s looking at you right now isn’t exactly friendly.” The System warned.
“I know. She’s the ace card.” Su Qingsi’s eyes were both soft and cold.
“Host?”
“Didn’t Fu Linzhou say he was going to settle down, propose, and live a peaceful life?”
“Then let me see—tonight, whether he can truly keep that promise, and whether that peaceful life of his will come to pass.”