Picking Up Fragments

Jiang Siming asked her a series of questions, and Zhang Yuhan answered fluently, providing answers that were perfect and flawless.

Just based on her interview report, it could be used as a model for others to reference and learn from.

At this point, even if Jiang Siming didn't want her, he had no reason to speak up.

After asking the last question, Jiang Siming leaned back in his chair, lost in thought, his fingers tapping evenly on the sofa, remaining silent.

Zhang Yuhan was very perceptive and did not disturb Jiang Siming, simply sitting there quietly.

Meanwhile, she secretly stole a few glances at Jiang Siming; compared to the past, his temperament and appearance had risen to a whole new level.

Zhang Yuhan felt her heart race, and her face began to flush.

Although he was wearing casual clothes, her keen eye immediately recognized that these casual outfits were from big-name brands.

Each piece cost as much as all the clothes she was wearing combined.

Added to that, sitting in such a luxurious office, eyes closed and silent, he exuded an aura of a domineering CEO.

This was the prince charming that Zhang Yuhan had always dreamed of; she longed to find a rich and handsome heir, and she felt that no one could be more perfect than Jiang Siming right now!

Finally, Jiang Siming opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"Congratulations, you've passed."

"Thank you, Chairman Jiang! I will definitely serve you well!" Zhang Yuhan said with a beaming smile, her words carrying a subtly teasing atmosphere.

"When can you start working?"

"Right now, if needed."

Jiang Siming nodded: "Then you can go to the HR department to complete the onboarding process. Your office is outside mine; go find President Li, and she will tell you about your job responsibilities."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Okay." Zhang Yuhan stood up excitedly, her waist swaying as she walked out the door.

Jiang Siming leaned back on the sofa, watching Zhang Yuhan's figure thoughtfully.

Zhang Yuhan successfully completed her onboarding procedures, and Li Yingzi also informed her of her job responsibilities, which made Zhang Yuhan even happier.

Li Yingzi told her that her job responsibilities wouldn't be in the company but were focused on serving the chairman as his personal secretary.

This was exactly what Zhang Yuhan wanted; didn't this give her the chance to pursue Jiang Siming!

However, she didn't stay long, as the company had already closed for the day; after all, she had come in the afternoon, and the company closed at six.

Since it was Jiang Siming's first day at the new company, he was in a good mood and generously invited all the employees to a dinner at a high-end hotel.

After the meal, Jiang Siming spent over a hundred thousand without batting an eye.

Zhang Yuhan watched from the side, feeling extremely envious; she had to beg Wang Jun for months just to buy a five-thousand-yuan bag.

Compared to Jiang Siming, that lousy intermediary manager position of hers was nothing at all.

At the party, Jiang Siming drank a lot of alcohol, all poured by the employees.

So the task of driving home naturally fell to Zhang Yuhan.

Jiang Siming handed the keys to Zhang Yuhan, and when she picked them up and saw them, she almost fainted from excitement.

On the car key, there was a prominent wing logo, with "Aston Martin" written in the middle.

Aston Martin! Wang Jun drove a Toyota, so it was easy to see why Zhang Yuhan was thrilled.

Supporting Jiang Siming, she led him to the parking lot, where the five-million-yuan Aston Martin sat before her.

This shock made her feel even more real; she opened the car door with a trembling hand, cautiously helping Jiang Siming into the passenger seat as if serving an emperor.

On the way, her arm brushed against Jiang Siming's; if he were to act recklessly after drinking, she would absolutely not resist—in fact, she would be even more excited.

Unfortunately, Jiang Siming did nothing and kept sleeping.

Zhang Yuhan, undeterred, helped Jiang Siming into the car and then took the driver's seat herself.

Her chest heaved as she fastened the seatbelt; the luxury car's seatbelt pressed against her chest, and Zhang Yuhan shamelessly felt a thrill.

She finally understood the difference between crying in a luxury car and laughing on a bicycle; Wang Jun's Toyota now seemed like a bicycle to her.

This was a real car; she felt that with her looks, she was fully capable of sitting in such a vehicle, rather than that Toyota Camry.

Carefully starting the car, Zhang Yuhan drove Jiang Siming to his doorstep.

Upon seeing Jiang Siming's luxurious villa, Zhang Yuhan felt even more shocked, and she even had an impulse.

She thought about helping Jiang Siming into the house, then forcing him to sleep with her and pretending to be taken advantage of so that he would accept her as his girlfriend.

Unfortunately, the door to the villa was opened by a girl who was much more beautiful than her.

The girl affectionately helped Jiang Siming into the house and thanked Zhang Yuhan with the demeanor of a hostess.

When Zhang Yuhan realized that Jiang Siming had a girlfriend, she felt a wave of despair wash over her, nearly bursting into tears.

But she quickly adjusted her mindset. So what if he had a girlfriend? She wouldn't be afraid even if he got married.

As long as she was willing to work hard, she didn't believe Jiang Siming would lose interest in her.

A homegrown flower is not as fragrant as a wildflower; this is a flaw in many men, and she believed Jiang Siming would have it too.

Regaining her spirits, Zhang Yuhan once again felt hopeful about the future.

Reluctantly leaving Jiang Siming's villa, Zhang Yuhan stood by the street, the cool night breeze blowing through her thin clothes, making her feel a bit cold.

"If I could live in that villa and drive such a luxury car, I definitely wouldn't be cold anymore," she thought to herself.

At that moment, a Toyota Camry pulled up in front of her, and a man in a suit stepped out—it was Wang Jun, the one who had always made things difficult for Jiang Siming.

"Hanhan, you must be tired from work; get in the car," Wang Jun said, opening the door for her with enthusiasm.

Zhang Yuhan looked at the man in front of her, then at his car, feeling disdain in her eyes.

"Could you please clean your car next time? It's covered in dust; how can I sit in it?" she snapped out of nowhere.

Wang Jun was taken aback but showed no sign of retorting. He immediately apologized and reassured her: "Darling, I'm sorry! I'll wash the car tomorrow, inside and out. Just bear with it today."

Zhang Yuhan knew she couldn't be too unreasonable, so she could only put on a stern face as she got into the passenger seat.

The feel of the Camry's seat cushions was completely different from the sensation she had in the Aston Martin.

Not to mention if it got wet; she just felt uncomfortable.

While driving, Wang Jun tried to chat with Zhang Yuhan, but while he was enthusiastic, her responses were lackluster.

"Darling, I heard you started a new job today. How did it go? Were you successful?"

"Given my qualifications, does the other party have any reason to refuse me?" Zhang Yuhan replied proudly.

"Right, right! It's my fault for asking. How could my baby not succeed? By the way, what's the pay like?" Wang Jun asked.

"The probation period is two months, with a post-tax monthly salary of 20,000. After that, it will be 40,000, with bonuses calculated separately," Zhang Yuhan answered.

"Wow! What kind of company offers such good conditions?" Wang Jun asked in surprise.

"A new financial company. You wouldn't understand even if I told you, so don't ask," Zhang Yuhan said, somewhat guilty as she changed the subject.

She didn't want to tell Wang Jun who the owner of the company was; if he found out, he would surely go crazy with jealousy and demand she quit.