I woke up to find that I, Zhen Huan, the ultimate victor of the Qing imperial harem, had become Su Man, a 996 office drone. Faced with mountains of KPIs and coworkers like demons, I smiled faintly. Write a proposal? That’s just a memorial in a format I’ve mastered! Office politics? Your tricks aren’t even as good as An Lingrong’s! I casually whipped the workplace into shape, catching the CEO’s attention and earning a personal recruitment pitch. A couple of whispers by the water cooler were enough to make a rival team’s project group disband on the spot. Then the new CEO started looking at me stranger and stranger... He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I chased you all the way here, my beloved. Where do you think you’re running?” Help, my career was just taking off, and now my former boss has transmigrated here too?!
