Mr Gu's First Doting Marriage

1 Chapter 1: Late Arrival

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Xia Yangyang was only five minutes late, yet the big boss had whisked her into his office.

And lectured her for a full hour.

When she exited the President’s office, Xia Yangyang’s face was brightly flushed, eyes red and swollen. She looked as if she’d lost her soul.

She had clearly been crying.

The entire secretarial department felt sorry for her.

Xia Yangyang was a new intern who had been assigned to the secretarial office. Her usual tasks involved writing soft copy press releases and organizing miscellaneous documents.

However, for whatever reason, the president always seemed to have a problem with her.

Every day, he’d find a reason to haul her into his office and scold her.

And every time Xia Yangyang emerged from his office, she would look like she did now.

Xia Yangyang finally managed to sit down in her own seat.

Xiao Man, another intern, slid over in her chair, expressing her indignation on Xia Yangyang’s behalf. “The boss is really too much. He clearly sees you as an easy target.”

Then she sighed, “Yangyang, how did you manage to upset the boss so much? How could the first thing he do upon returning from a business trip be to lecture you?”

Xia Yangyang’s mind hadn’t entirely recovered from everything that had happened in the office, still consumed by the vivid and intense scenes.

He was only away on a business trip for two days, yet he seemed to have more energy than ever.

If she hadn’t begged him tearfully, she might have been stuck there for another hour.

Her colleague Xiao Man felt really sorry for Xia Yangyang, but there was nothing she could do.

She could only pat Xia Yangyang’s shoulder. “Take it easy, Yangyang. After all, there’s only one week left in our internships. Just tough it out.”

Xia Yangyang is a junior studying Media Management at A University, and she was only interning for a month during her winter break.

Xia Yangyang nodded in a daze.

Xiao Man’s sympathy deepened. “During tonight’s department dinner, we’ll all help you think of a solution. Don’t worry too much.”

Only then did Xia Yangyang snap back into reality. “A department dinner? Do I have to attend?”

Xiao Man whispered, “Of course, you have to attend. It’s being hosted by Lin Yuanyuan. Apparently, she’s been promoted. That’s not the point, though — the point is that many of our senior colleagues from the secretarial office will be there. We can’t just snub them.”

Lin Yuanyuan was also an intern, studying at the same university but in a different class from Xia Yangyang. Rumor had it that she had connections and was parachuted into an internship at Shengyuan Group.

Well… she was also parachuted in…

Xia Yangyang had spent the entire afternoon worrying because he’d told her to go straight home after work when they were in the office earlier.

After considering it all afternoon, Xia Yangyang decided to go to the dinner.

Otherwise, she was afraid her body wouldn’t be able to handle it if she went home.

She had never imagined that such a seemingly frigid, abstinent man would turn into a starved wolf the moment he was alone with her.

Anyway, when he had whispered those words in her ear, Xia Yangyang was lost in the throes of wild pleasure, barely conscious. It would be better if she pretended not to have heard anything.

So, after work, Xia Yangyang and Su Xiaoman happily attended the company gathering.

Even though it was Lin Yuanyuan who was hosting the gathering, Xia Yangyang mysteriously became the focus of attention.

The conversation inevitably turned towards why the boss disliked her so much.

Xia Yangyang had an innocent look on her face, “I really don’t know why.”

Everyone felt even more sympathetic towards her.

Only halfway through the meal, Xia Yangyang’s phone rang.

Seeing the number, Xia Yangyang’s heart dropped.

She moved to a corner of the room, and answered the call.

Gu Qichen’s deep, magnetic voice came from the other end of the line, “Where are you?”

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