Jinnu

On my first day of employment, President Lu Jinsheng publicly scolded me for not being as good at designing as a pattern maker. I hate him so much that I gnash my teeth, but I have to admit that he knows how to design and is terrible. Working overtime until early in the morning, I caught him practicing smiling in front of the mirror - that smile was so standard that it looked like it was generated by AI, without warmth or soul. On my thirtieth birthday, my family sent me a document. They said, I must take in a private slave, otherwise the private slave will be disposed of. I signed. The moment I opened the door, the arrogant, vicious and cold-blooded CEO in the company knelt in front of me. "My subordinate, Lu Jinsheng, pays homage to the master." He has been chosen to be my personal slave since he was eighteen years old. He scolded me, exploited me, and tortured me in the company just because he was waiting for me to come back. I don't know how to be a master, and he doesn't know how to be a human being. But I wanted to save him from that cannibalistic system. Even if he feels he doesn't deserve to be saved.