This group was privately created by the young women from the administrative department and the president's office at Yan Jun's company.
They didn't talk about work—only poured out all kinds of adoration and fantasies about the president.
Sometimes they would take turns writing fictional romance stories with Yan Jun as the male or female lead.
The group was lively, with all kinds of memes flying everywhere.
[Sisters! Assistant Chen from the administrative department received a notice from HR—she's been fired!]
[Is that the Chen Jiaying who got called to the president's office several times not long after she started?]
[Assistant Chen came to work today wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Guess where she spent the night?]
[Don't tell me she's been kept as a hidden mistress—no more corporate slavery for her.]
[When she got the notice, she was super surprised and shocked. The next moment she ran to the president's office.]
[The office door has too good soundproofing—you can't hear anything going on inside.]
[Over an hour later, the little assistant walked out of the office with flushed cheeks, pretending to be composed.]
[I'm imagining five thousand words. Office play. I want to see it.]
[If the eldest daughter of the Luo family finds out she's been cheated on, will she storm over here?]
[Business marriage—no feelings involved. Rich heiresses don't do hair-pulling.]
[Over an hour at a time—President Yan is amazing.]
[I don't believe it. President Yan isn't that kind of person. He can't be doing it with Assistant Chen in the office. I don't believe it! Stop making things up, you guys!]
There was nothing impossible about it.
Yan Jun transferred a sum of money to Chen Jiaying's account—six figures.
Chen Jiaying felt humiliated. Her self-respect was wounded.
She didn't want the money, and even more, she didn't want to lose her job. In her fury, she slapped Yan Jun across the face.
That slap ignited Yan Jun's temper.
He'd given the money, their affair from last night had been discovered, and he might as well finish what he'd left undone.
The door locked. The chain drawn.
Affected by time, place, and state of mind, the process was not exactly pleasant.
When it was over, Chen Jiaying's eyes were brimming with tears, glaring at him with words she couldn't bring herself to say.
Her gaze held grievance, anger, and a thread of lingering affection, leaving Yan Jun at a loss for what to say.
Just then, Assistant Qian called. Yan Jun soothingly placated Chen Jiaying with a gentle expression.
"It's not very convenient at the company. You go back first. I'll contact you another day."
Chen Jiaying pressed her lips together, bent down to pick up her clothes, and slowly dressed, pretending not to hear what Yan Jun was saying to the person on the other end of the phone.
Assistant Qian reported to Yan Jun that all surveillance footage from the second-floor banquet hall and corridor where last night's reception was held had disappeared.
They had no way of checking whether Yan Jun's drink had been tampered with.
The kitchen surveillance, which was responsible for preparing the drinks and buffet, was also gone.
When the relevant staff were questioned, their answers were uniformly that they had been fully diligent and there had been nothing unusual.
"Gone? You're sure the surveillance records were manually deleted?"
"Certain."
Several surveillance cameras couldn't possibly malfunction at the same time.
The blank period in the surveillance only lasted a few hours—the footage before and after the reception was all normal.
The surveillance image of Chen Jiaying supporting Yan Jun into the elevator, going upstairs, and entering the suite was very clear. After that, Luo Yan also entered that room.
Assistant Qian could already imagine the scene in that room at the time.
In less than ten minutes, how much stimulation must the eldest Miss Luo have endured to walk out of that room so dejectedly?
When she left, her expression, her figure, her steps—so fragile she looked as if she might faint.
He cautiously asked Yan Jun whether this portion of the surveillance footage should be deleted.
Topics like a wealthy CEO, a fiancée and a mistress, catching someone in the act.
If someone made use of it, it would be hard to guarantee it wouldn't affect the company's image.
Yan Jun did not hesitate much and directly instructed: "Delete it all."
From those few words, Chen Jiaying learned that Yan Jun had found nothing, and the heart she had been holding up finally came back down.
HR issued a formal notice, and she could no longer stay at the company and cling on.
Having lost this job, her future was bleak. Now she could only trust that Yan Jun would contact her another day.
Back at the small two-bedroom rental, the living room was a mess, with nowhere to step.
Empty takeout boxes, bucket noodle packaging, mineral water bottles, and snack bags were scattered casually on the floor.
Dirty clothes and mismatched socks were draped over the back of the sofa.
The despairing sorrow brought on by the pressure of a life of poverty instantly enveloped Chen Jiaying.
The man lying on the sofa heard the sound of her coming in, yawned, stretched, and sat up.
He looked at Chen Jiaying, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
"Well, if it isn't our future CEO's wife. How was it? Has Yan Jun fallen for you?"
"What CEO's wife? Don't talk nonsense. President Yan has a fiancée."
Enduring the discomfort in her body, Chen Jiaying began to clean up the messy garbage in the living room.
"Even married people can divorce, let alone a fiancée.
You have the advantage over her in looks. As long as you hold on to Yan Jun, our lives won't be a worry anymore."
Chen Jiaxuan asked impatiently:
"You were with Yan Jun all night, right? Did he make any moves? A pure young woman like you can't have let him get away with nothing."
He had seen with his own eyes last night that Chen Jiaying and Yan Jun had entered the elevator and gone up to the top floor before he left.
With a little drugged wine and the arousing perfume on Chen Jiaying, it would have been strange if Yan Jun could hold back.
Chen Jiaying was silent for a moment before answering him:
"He gave me one hundred thousand yuan, but I lost my job. He fired me."
"Only one hundred thousand? He's way too stingy!"
Chen Jiaxuan spat in dissatisfaction. "What's one hundred thousand enough for? You can't even buy a car with it."
Chen Jiaying angrily threw the dirty clothes in her hands at Chen Jiaxuan.
"What right do you have to look down on one hundred thousand yuan! How long would it take you to earn one hundred thousand?
I said I lost my job. Didn't you hear me?"
"Losing the job is temporary. Yan Jun will definitely look for you again. Don't worry."
Chen Jiaxuan dodged sideways from the clothes, rubbed his hands, and with a grin put on a fawning face.
"Little sister, you earned one hundred thousand in one night. Give your brother a little spending money. I promise I won't waste it.
These past few days, to dig up information for you and buy medicine and find people, the money in my hands was long ago spent."
"Don't bring these things up again! What happened last night was an accident!"
Chen Jiaying warned him with a serious expression. "If it gets out, it won't do either of us any good."
"I know, I will never mention it again. Your brother handles things very cautiously. I didn't show my face personally, so you don't need to worry."
Chen Jiaxuan pestered her relentlessly, and Chen Jiaying had no choice but to transfer twenty thousand yuan to him, which quieted him down for the time being.
Actually, Yan Jun had given her three hundred thousand. She knew this money would definitely be coveted by Chen Jiaxuan, so she had understated it by more than half.
With the rest of the money, she had to pay Chen's mother's hospitalization fees and the caregiver's wages.
Chen's mother's illness had used up all her previous savings.
Before finding her next job and securing a stable income, she also had to consider the living expenses for herself and Chen Jiaxuan.
A mother hospitalized with a serious illness, an older brother who lay around mooching off relatives and refused to go out and work.
If she didn't plan for herself, she'd spend her whole life living an ordinary, impoverished existence.
If there was a chance to change her current situation, there was no need to suffer hardship just for the sake of pride.
Only three hundred thousand—it was far too little compared to what she'd expected.
She'd never had a boyfriend, had never even held a man's hand, and had given herself to Yan Jun completely intact.
If her mother hadn't fallen ill so suddenly, she wouldn't have given herself so hastily.
As the young master of a wealthy family and the CEO of Sheng Yan, Yan Jun should have given her at least eight hundred thousand, or even a million.