Regarding her CEO Siyina, Jianglai couldn’t fathom how a woman—regardless of gender—could do such a thing. What had just happened was far too intimate.
Jianglai stared at Siyina with conflicted emotions. Why would one woman grope another’s curves? Didn’t she have her own body? Hadn’t she noticed the girl’s obvious distress?
Siyina’s actions had already drawn stares from nearby female employees. Even the harassed intern had turned around, her face pale with fear as she watched them.
Gathering courage, the girl tugged lightly on Jianglai’s sleeve. Leaning close, she whispered, "It’s… it’s fine."
Jianglai didn’t understand. The intern looked barely older than her own daughter—her badge clearly marked her as fresh out of college. Her silent endurance screamed that this wasn’t the first time.
Jianglai wondered if she’d overstepped. But she couldn’t tolerate it. This girl was someone else’s precious daughter. She didn’t want to humiliate her further. Between women, such "intimacy" could be dismissed as close friendship—depending on personal boundaries. Making a scene would only deepen the shame. If Siyina were a man, Jianglai would’ve called the police already.
She tightened her grip on Siyina’s wrist, forcing her to behave in the elevator. When the doors opened again, Jianglai dragged the CEO out by the arm.
In a deserted corner, Jianglai pinned Siyina with a glare. "I don’t know why you did that, but never do it again. If you were a man, I’d have reported you already."
Siyina studied Jianglai with fascination. She hadn’t resisted earlier—distracted by the woman’s beauty. Modest clothing couldn’t hide those curves, that impossibly long, slender legs. Even Siyina, confident in her own looks, felt a flicker of inadequacy. No one in her carefully curated company compared.
Siyina had always preferred women—especially beautiful, well-shaped ones. Strict upbringing had suppressed it until now. Taking full control of the company last year felt like a caged bird finally freed. She’d reshaped the staff around her tastes: beauty, voice, figure mattered more than skill. Seasoned employees were jaded; new interns were her playground. They clung to their first jobs, enduring anything short of outright cruelty.
The girl in the elevator? Siyina had targeted her long ago—timid, frumpy, invisible. Only the hidden curves beneath her clothes had caught Siyina’s eye. Such resilience begged to be tested. The elevator incident was just one of her games. Jianglai’s interruption didn’t anger her—it thrilled her. A new prize.
Siyina ignored Jianglai’s warning entirely. "Are you an employee here? Be my personal secretary. I’ll pay you triple your current salary."
Jianglai’s skin crawled. She’d never felt such visceral revulsion toward a woman—even one this beautiful. Siyina’s round, innocent eyes held a predatory glint, as if she’d devour Jianglai whole.
"Jobs aren’t toys for your amusement," Jianglai snapped. Her earlier respect for Siyina’s competence evaporated. How could someone so capable be so depraved?
Siyina loomed over her in heels, forcing Jianglai to crane her neck. The height difference felt suffocating.
"Because I like you," Siyina murmured, her voice artificially husky. Her fingers closed over Jianglai’s hand. The sudden heat of skin-on-skin contact made Jianglai flinch. Even her earlier grip had been through fabric. This boldness—even Xu Ruobing’s bar pickup attempts had been gentler. Jianglai’s brows furrowed as Siyina leaned closer, breath warm against her ear:
"How much per month to keep you?"
