President Gu, the Streamer You Tipped Is a Man!

[A super short, sweet story. Jump right in!]

Lin Yuan'an thinks he might be the most miserable wage slave in history.

Fresh out of college, his older sister dropped a four-year-old kid in his lap like a care package, turning him into the child's reluctant guardian.

To afford formula, he landed a "lucky" job at the top-tier Gu conglomerate, becoming the personal secretary to the tyrannical CEO, Gu Lin.

Gu Lin is famous throughout the industry.

Working for him means Lin Yuan'an's everyday life is:

Coffee temperature off by 0.5 degrees? Two words blurry in a printed document? Meeting prep running 17 seconds late?

Do it over! Get chewed out! A warning for losing points!

So broke he was sick of instant noodles, Lin Yuan'an grew furious and reckless, and unleashed his ultimate weapon: livestreaming in women's clothes!

He put on a wig and a dress, transformed into the sweet and adorable "An Xiaomiao," and went on late-night livestreams to rant:

"Who else gets it, folks? My boss treats coffee like a science experiment! 89.5 degrees, right down to the decimal!"

"He's so scary when he yells! Even the big shots tremble in front of him!"

With his crisp (fake) voice, nightmarish workplace stories, and vivid rants about his "ice-cold demon king" of a boss, An Xiaomiao became an overnight hit!

His male fans multiplied, gifts poured in, and the top donor was outrageously generous, sending rockets and cruise ships every day.

Until one day...

Gu Lin stared at the screen, expressionless and cool-eyed.

He watched "An Xiaomiao" start complaining about her "coldhearted," "walking iceberg, plus, extra-strength edition" boss.

"Smack! He threw it right back at me!"

The streamer on screen mimicked a gesture, her voice suddenly rising and turning cold.

"'Secretary, do not use vague, worthless words like "preliminary" in the report!'"

Gu Lin's hand paused slightly as he lifted his cup.

That phrasing... that commanding tone... even the rhythm of the tapping on the desk...

It all felt damned familiar.

In the office that day, he had indeed scolded Lin Yuan'an like that.

Every word was exactly the same.

For the first time, his gaze truly focused on the heavily made-up streamer's face, as if trying to see the features beneath it.

"An Xiaomiao" kept ranting, her excitement growing as she moved from the ban on "preliminary" to the order that "risk factors must be ranked in advance."

She imitated his perfectly even tone as he issued orders: "'Secretary, regarding the risk assessment for the acquisition project, rank the risk factors in advance. I want a clear priority matrix by ten tomorrow morning.'"

Gu Lin's eyebrows rose even higher.

He leaned back in his wide chair, unconsciously tapping his fingertips very lightly against the smooth armrest.

Then "An Xiaomiao's" performance reached its climax.

"...He! Actually! Personally! Canceled the quarterly strategy consulting meeting with McKinsey! ...His tone was as calm as if he were saying, 'Afternoon tea is canceled today.' 'Secretary, tell McKinsey that tomorrow's meeting is canceled.'"

Gu Lin's tapping fingers came to a complete stop.

Gu Lin was at a loss for words.

He thought of Lin Yuan'an: the secretary who always wore a neatly pressed suit, kept his hair perfectly in place, gave clear and organized reports, and held his back straight even when being scolded, though his fingers trembled slightly.

That diligent, positive young man with a stubborn streak.

Then he looked at the person on the screen: "An Xiaomiao," wearing a pink cat-ear wig and glittery lip gloss, calling her viewers "babes," complaining about her boss without a care in front of hundreds of thousands of people, and making such exaggerated expressions.

The contrast...

It was enormous.

Absurdly enormous.

Utterly ridiculous.

Gu Lin's lips curled into a sly smile.

Lin Yuan'an, you're done for.

Theme: Work hard, make money, and keep your chin up!