Ji Yao went to a bar to drink herself into oblivion and ended up sleeping with a top-tier incubus with an eight-pack in the VIP room. She was so smitten she could barely think straight.
The next day, she returned to the office in high spirits and came face-to-face at an executive secretaries' meeting with the evil capitalist who had enslaved and exploited her for a year, leaving her with blocked milk ducts and missed periods.
Wait, this awful boss looks a lot like last night's incubus. Their eyes meet. All right, this guy really is the incubus. Is it too late for her to run?
Zhou Ji had spent nearly two years abroad developing new markets. On a whim, he returned to the capital and planned to unwind at the bar he owned. Instead, a drunk woman dragged him into a private room.
She had slender legs and a soft waist, and she stirred his interest. He let her have her way with him, half-heartedly resisting all the while.
That night, she clung to him as they slept and complained through tears that her boss was heartless, worked his employees like slaves without giving them a raise, and would one day get struck by lightning and meet a miserable end.
His sympathy got the better of him. He even praised her for giving her boss what he deserved. Then, the next day, he ran into her at his own company and discovered that he was the heartless boss she had been talking about.
Fine!
Then he would pile on the work and prove himself the “evil capitalist” she had accused him of being.
Later, he exploited her in public, and even more ruthlessly in private.
The little secretary couldn't take it anymore. Holding her back, she slapped her resignation letter down on the awful man's desk. “Sign it. Now.”
The domineering CEO raised an eyebrow and rose, advancing toward her one step at a time. “I'll give you a raise. Don't go.”
When the little secretary said nothing, he took her hand and pressed it against his chest. “If a high salary can't keep you, what about these eight abs?”
“...”
Ahhh! How can he be like this?