The Overworked Wage Slave Struggles to Survive Every Day

[Third-person narration] You're a wage slave. After graduating from college, you land a job at Pei Group, the biggest and most powerful company in City A, and become the general manager's secretary. That means you get to see every day the domineering CEO that every woman in City A has her eye on. He's handsome and graceful, rich, as beautiful as Pan An, and refined and courteous. He's the ideal arranged-marriage match for every woman in City A's upper class. But only you know that he's actually a fussy neat freak who loves squeezing every last bit of work out of his employees. You've never had a job this grueling. You have to be polished enough for the boardroom and domestic enough for the kitchen, on call twenty-four hours a day, and at his house early every morning to offer three sticks of incense to the God of Wealth enshrined there. You've thought about quitting countless times. But when you see all those zeroes on your monthly paycheck, you ultimately bow your head and endure it for the sake of making a living, turning your rage into strength as you come up with eight hundred fresh ways to roast him in your mind every day. Until one day, you have to work overtime because you're accompanying your boss to a business dinner, and you're in the middle of a particularly enthusiastic internal rant. Suddenly, you notice your boss turning to look at you with a complicated, inscrutable expression. You instantly paste on a professional smile, without letting your internal rant pause for a moment. Then you watch your boss's expression grow more and more grim. He stands up and says to you, "Come on. We're going home." You: Huh? _ I'm a domineering CEO. I have a secretary. He's excellent. No matter how difficult the work I assign him is, he always finishes on time. He's like a shadow, always following silently behind me. And he likes to smile at me. Every time I turn around, I find him gazing at me with a smile in his eyes. They say that if someone secretly loves you, it's like being beside a blazing fire. How could you not feel the heat? (Quoted from the internet) So I always thought he liked me. Until one day, I ate a wild mushroom at a business dinner and suddenly found I could hear my secretary's thoughts. [What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat!] [I'm so damn tired, and I still have to come to this stupid dinner with you! This stupid dinner!] [Wretched capitalist. One day, I'm going to rise up and sing as a liberated peasant. Before long, I'll have you beneath me.] [Please, stop posing and let us go home already. Thank you.] Me: "Huh?" Later, I realized that hearing his thoughts was just a misunderstanding. But I also discovered that my secretary actually doesn't like me. So... was I the one who'd been imagining things all along? :( Humble wage slave x fussy boss P.S. 1. The "thoughts" in this story are a symptom of poisoning, not actual thoughts. 2. The wild mushroom poisoning in this story is included solely for the plot and is in no way meant to make light of mushroom poisoning. Eating poisonous wild mushrooms can cause severe food poisoning, allergic reactions, and other health risks. When buying and eating mushrooms, always choose reputable sellers, and make sure wild mushrooms are thoroughly cooked before eating. If you experience any discomfort, seek medical care promptly. If any readers in Yunnan feel uncomfortable, the author would like to apologize in advance. ORZ. (Note added 2024/9/5) Coming next: I Was Reincarnated as the Tyrant's Eunuch. Please add it to your collection~ Qian Yao opens his eyes. Before him is a magnificent golden palace, but the floor is strewn with corpses, and the ornate carpet is soaked through with blood. He's dressed as a eunuch, trembling as he kneels behind a pillar. Before he can work out what's going on, he hears a scraping sound as a sword drags across the floor. Qian Yao looks up and sees a man in imperial robes walking toward him with a sword. Its blade catches the cold light, and the man's face is smeared with blood that hasn't yet dried. Qian Yao freezes for a moment, then shuts his eyes and pinches himself hard. This has to be a dream. If I just open my eyes... It's still the same dream! Help, QAQ! - Qi An has a secret no one knows. He can hear other people's thoughts. But every time he does, he feels miserable for a long while, so he's decided to save this ability for the most important moments, like... When he's killing someone. Watching people about to die weep and beg before him, while inwardly cursing him to die a horrible death, is truly entertaining. That day, his younger brother rebelled, so he cut him down with his sword and then slaughtered everyone in the entire palace hall. Only one poor soul was left in the whole palace: a little eunuch who had come to deliver tea before the emperor's younger brother rebelled. The boy is innocent, but Qi An can't let him live. But when he approaches the little eunuch with his sword, he finds that the boy is unlike anyone he's killed before. No weeping. No begging on his knees. No trembling like a leaf. He just keeps his eyes closed, his thin lips moving slightly as if murmuring something. Is he trying to curse me? Qi An wonders. So for once, he uses his ability on a eunuch. He listens for a while, his brows drawing together slightly. Then he raises Qian Yao's chin with his sword and asks, curiosity in his voice, "What is... democracy?" - Everyone in the palace knows that the exquisitely beautiful little eunuch is the emperor's most precious person. They are together from morning to night, never apart, and the little eunuch dares to take the emperor's hand in the throne room to stop him from wielding his sword. Only the emperor doesn't see it that way. No matter how useful the eunuch is, he's still just a lowly servant. Qi An can replace him whenever he wants. But then, one day, the person he used to toy with in the palm of his hand disappears. No matter how hard he searches, he can't find him. Only then does Qi An realize that the eunuch is his beloved. Theme: Even when life leaves you in a difficult place, keep your heart turned toward the light and move forward hand in hand