At nine in the morning, employees clocked in and took their seats, ready to start the day's work.
The CEO's office received an express, rush-delivered gift.
The recipient was Yan Jun.
This grand gift drew everyone's attention from the moment it entered the office building.
A life-sized mannequin was packed inside a rectangular transparent hard-plastic case.
The honest-looking delivery guy pushed his cart and dutifully insisted that the recipient must personally inspect and sign for the delivery.
Yan Jun hadn't arrived at the company yet, so Assistant Qian, enduring the curious gossip-filled stares of the onlookers, felt that he couldn't just let the delivery guy wait around.
"I'm the chief assistant to President Yan. All letters and packages addressed to him can be received on his behalf by me."
The delivery guy glanced at the delivery slip in his hand, then looked at Assistant Qian hesitantly.
"If the goods aren't handed directly to the recipient, what if something goes wrong? I'd get complained about.
This gift is priced at thirty-eight thousand. If there's any damage, I can't afford to pay for it."
"The goods have been delivered, and I'll sign for them. What problem could there be?"
Assistant Qian reassured the delivery guy. "Once I sign, any damage that occurs afterward has nothing to do with you. Don't worry."
After hesitating for a moment, the delivery guy nodded.
"Alright then. Please inspect the goods first, and then give me your signature."
"Inspect? How do I inspect?"
Assistant Qian looked at the mannequin inside the transparent case.
It was clearly finely crafted.
The delivery guy unlatched three buckles on one side of the case, opened the lid, and pulled out the mannequin.
Holding the delivery slip, he read out the inspection requirements to Assistant Qian:
"The switch is inside the mannequin's mouth. The sensor device will detect your body temperature, and the mannequin will activate automatically."
The surrounding employees let out a collective "Whoa."
A "whoa" that left Assistant Qian sweating with embarrassment.
What kind of absurd operation was this?
Which company designed this product? Didn't the designer feel ashamed?
Assistant Qian kept a straight face and followed the instructions.
The moment he made contact, his hairs stood on end.
The realistic feel made him feel like he was betraying his wife.
Then a female voice sounded, startling Assistant Qian, before he realized it had activated.
"Yan Jun, my name is Jiajia. I'm your little silicone wife—silicone, as in the material."
A snort of laughter escaped someone in the crowd.
Without receiving any further commands, the mannequin continued playing:
"I can keep you company at the office—healthy and safe, with automatic cleaning and disinfection features."
"I can connect to the internet to set various modes. Scan the QR code on the box for more details."
The employees listened with great interest, and some of the male staff wore expressions of envy and longing.
Having such a smart mannequin as company seemed pretty fun.
Others raised doubts:
"President Yan could have any woman he wants. He wouldn't play with this, would he?"
"An occasional convenience in the office might have its own appeal."
"The rich know how to have fun. Maybe he has a bunch of toys at home for entertainment."
A few girls from the admin department thought the voice sounded familiar and quietly confirmed with each other.
"Don't you think Jiajia's voice sounds a lot like Chen Jiaying?"
"Now that you mention it, it really does sound like Chen Jiaying."
"And it's called Jiajia."
"Could this be something President Yan personally requested as a custom order?"
The girls seemed to understand something and exchanged meaningful glances with each other.
The voiceover was specially produced by Luo Yan.
Based on the original recording of Chen Jiaying and Yan Jun plowing the fields, edited with audio software and paired with a model language database.
Anyone familiar with Chen Jiaying could tell it was her voice.
After the self-introduction, there was also a loop of the original recording.
The various tones, like weeping and lamenting, made one feel extremely awkward listening to them.
At the same time, the computer speakers and audio systems in the office all stirred to life.
The employees who had been whispering among themselves were all stunned.
They never expected that one day they would hear this kind of surround-sound audio in the office.
"Turn it off! Turn it off now!"
Assistant Qian was frantic. "Turn off all your computer speakers."
He grabbed the delivery guy, pointing at the source of the audio. "You turn this off for me right now!"
The bewildered delivery guy was so embarrassed his face turned red. He was shaken back and forth a few times before he snapped to his senses.
Flustered, he looked at the notes marked on the delivery slip.
"After successful inspection, to turn off the model you need to, you need to—"
He looked at Assistant Qian helplessly. "Press two shutdown buttons."
"What shutdown buttons? Where?"
Assistant Qian's sharp eyes carefully examined the model.
"She" was wearing a dress, with no jewelry on her body, and no visible place to shut down.
The delivery guy, blushing, told him:
"The shutdown buttons are on top. Press them simultaneously, and make sure to maintain contact area and pressure."
Assistant Qian fumbled around looking for the position, when he heard the delivery guy add:
"Barriers won't work. The device needs to sense palm temperature and palm print patterns."
Didn't that mean the fabric had to be removed?
That would be way too disrespectful to his wife. Assistant Qian couldn't bear to look, let alone bring himself to do it.
He looked around and pointed at a female employee from the CEO's office.
"Xiao Sun, come here. You press the shutdown buttons and turn this off."
"Assistant Qian, my orientation is normal. I've never touched another woman's body. How embarrassing."
Xiao Sun refused awkwardly.
"This isn't a woman, it's just a model!"
"Then why don't you press it yourself, Assistant Qian?"
"Assistant Qian, you're already married. You've even touched the real thing—what are you afraid of this fake one for?"
Some male employees egged him on, drawing laughter from those around.
Suddenly a series of angry questions came over:
"What's going on? What's everyone crowding around here for? Who's playing indecent videos on speaker?
Where's the supervisor? Where's the department manager? Is no one in charge?"
Everyone hurried back to their workstations—turning off speakers, disconnecting Bluetooth, restarting computers—pretending to be very busy and completely uninvolved in the commotion.
Walking over and seeing clearly what was going on, Yan Jun's temple veins throbbed.
"Where's the power button? Where's the shutdown button?"
His expression was too frightening, as if he was about to hit someone.
The delivery guy scooted backward while looking at the delivery slip.
"It's not written on the slip. The specific operating instructions require scanning the QR code below."
Yan Jun said nothing more. With a sweep of his long arm, he scooped up Jiajia and headed toward his office.
The audio played on repeat, the sound grating on the ears.
It seemed somewhat familiar.
Yan Jun, his face ashen, carried the silicone figure into his office and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Assistant Qian wanted to follow and help, but was urgently grabbed by the delivery guy.
"The inspection is done. Hurry up and sign for me. I want to leave."
He didn't want to stay a single minute longer in such a pornographic company. He was afraid of being contaminated.
Taking the pen the guy handed him, Assistant Qian quickly signed, then walked to the office door and knocked.
Hearing Yan Jun's furious roar, "Get in here!"
Assistant Qian trembled with fright and nervously opened the door to enter.
After a while, the shouting finally stopped.
The employees pretending to work were furiously discussing it in their respective WeChat groups.
In a moment, with the floor that had witnessed the scene as the center, the news spread throughout every department in the entire company.
In the office, Assistant Qian, with trembling hands, dressed the little silicone wife.
Yan Jun stood to the side taking deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and only then asked:
"Where was this ghost thing sent from?"
Assistant Qian carefully looked at the contents on the delivery receipt and read it out word by word:
"The gentle, virtuous, and accommodating Luo family's eldest daughter, who knows how to cater to one's likes and sends gifts that hit the mark, specially purchased for President Yan Jun this 'daily' 'fine' product."
"Luo Yan!"
The two words were ground out through Yan Jun's teeth.
Taking out his phone, Yan Jun dialed Luo Yan's number.
No answer.
The anger smoldered in his chest with no outlet. Catching sight of the eyesore of a silicone figure, Yan Jun roared:
"Throw this ghost thing out for me!"
That still wasn't enough to vent his anger. "Chop her into eight pieces! Dismember her and throw her out!"
"President Yan, this model's voice database contains your personal information. Should we first have the tech department take a look and clear the data before throwing it out?"
"Then what are you still standing there for! Hurry up and go! I don't want to see this ghost thing again!"
Assistant Qian dragged the little silicone wife out.
Yan Jun sent Luo Yan a message: [Are you insane!!]
The phone rang again, and Luo Yan found the settings and switched it to silent.
She looked up, blinking uncomfortably, and a few glistening tears seeped from her lashes.
The man sitting across from her had sword-like brows and starry eyes, as elegant as a painting, his voice as smooth and clear as flowing water over jade.
"Don't blink, let me take a look."