Three years after joining the IBD department of a top investment bank, Lin Siyi felt like she was going to have a schizophrenia. During the day, her immediate boss, Shen Huaijing, known as the "King of Yama in Central", would scold her and the entire project team until a pixel was misaligned on her PPT. Before leaving get off work, he would throw a pile of materials as thick as bricks over and demand to see the new plan tomorrow morning. Colleague A: "Mr. Shen has an aura of 2.8 Meters. I feel like he has no life within ten miles, so he must not have a girlfriend." Colleague B: "I heard that he is allergic to women and is a staunch bachelor." Colleague C: "You are all out. I just overheard from HR that a headhunter wanted to poach him, offering sky-high prices and tempting beautiful women, but he was unmoved! He must have a white moonlight in his heart!" Every time at this time, Lin Siyi, who was silently eating a cold sandwich at her work station, wanted to flip the table and roar: Your Bai Yueguang is me, the unlucky guy who is being ruthlessly squeezed by the capitalists! In the evening, this "King of Hell" would go home on time, take off his expensive suit, put on an apron, and while cooking four dishes and one soup, he would ask her aggrievedly: "Am I too aggressive in the company today? But that project is really risky, and I'm afraid you will suffer a loss." Lin Siyi: "..." Brother, you can't change your face as fast as you in Sichuan Opera! What's even more terrible is that the most promising young talent in the company began to pursue her fiercely, and the gossips began to place bets on whether she would stage a drama in which "a small employee competes for the rich and handsome man". Only Shen Huaijing blocked her behind the door when she came home at night, and asked with red eyes:
