Chapter 7: Teach Her

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◎ Come here, I’ll teach you ◎
“I never said she wasn’t, it’s just that I’m a bit closer to Xiao Cen,” Xu Xudong said halfway through, then realized something, his tone turning slightly nuanced. “You’re not jealous, are you?”
He shook his head at his own words, thinking it unlikely.
He had met Su Xingzhi back when they studied together in Europe over ten years ago. Yet Su Xingzhi had never been seen getting close to anyone romantically; Xu was still his only friend.
Such a cold and indifferent person—there was no way he’d be jealous over some young girl.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.” As expected, Su Xingzhi’s voice remained flat, and after a few more words, they ended the call.
Downstairs, Cen Mo’s century egg and lean pork congee was nearly ready. After turning off the heat, she realized there were no bowls to serve the porridge in. She looked down and finally found the few baby bowls tucked away in a lower cabinet.
She frowned slightly. What was the point of tossing perfectly good bowls down there? They were all bought with money.
She carefully washed them several times before filling them with porridge.
Having learned from last time, after tidying up the kitchen counter, she didn’t bother to go upstairs to say goodbye. Instead, she put on her shoes by the door, grabbed her bag, and left.
By the time Su Xingzhi finished handling his documents and came downstairs, the kitchen counter was empty. As usual, the house was filled with the aroma of food, faintly mixed with a subtle sweetness.
He paused mid-step, thoughtfully stopping as the soft sensation of hair brushing his fingertips came to mind.
The young girl had a stubborn personality, but her hair was soft and silky, exuding the sweet scent of shampoo.
Though he usually disliked physical contact, this time he felt no aversion.
The porridge was already served on the counter. Su Xingzhi approached and saw that the three baby bowls had been brought out again, gleaming clean and arranged in a lively row in red, yellow, and blue.
The last bowl held some pickled vegetables drizzled with sesame oil, looking quite appetizing.
Casting a somewhat disdainful glance at the childish baby bowls, Su Xingzhi picked up the porridge and went to the dining area, also releasing the little furball that had been confined inside.
The black kitten meowed coquettishly and rubbed against his pant leg a few times before hopping onto a chair and settling down, its tail swaying back and forth.
He took a slow sip of porridge, casually cradled the kitten on his lap, and stroked its glossy fur.
This kitten was actually found by Xu Lang, who brought it home and pestered his father to keep it. Xu Xudong was so busy every day, there was no time to care for the little thing.
So, it was sent to Su Xingzhi to look after temporarily.
That was also why Xu Lang got into trouble climbing outside the window—not only because his father wasn’t home, but also because he was upset about this matter.
Scratching the kitten’s chin with his large hand, Su Xingzhi dialed a number. “Mom, I have a kitten here. I’ll bring it over in a few days.”
After hearing a reply, he murmured “Mm,” then added, “Miaomiao likes cats, right? Just don’t tell her it came from me.”
A kitten always needed companionship and deserved a good home.
Moreover, there was someone nearby who was terrified at the sight of cats.
Thinking of this, the man frowned slightly in mock annoyance, then lowered his head to continue eating the porridge. His long fingers gripped the handle of the baby bowl, somehow elevating its appearance.

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Cen Mo found the apartment just the day before starting work.
It was quite a coincidence—Huang Zhi knew a senior from their school who was returning home to marry. Her previously rented apartment lease hadn’t expired, so she planned to sublet it and was even willing to lower the price.
Cen Mo went to see the location, immediately decided on it, paid the rent, and hurried to move her things. She didn’t have much, and with Huang Zhi’s help, two trips were enough.
That evening, she dined with Huang Zhi and expressed her gratitude. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity; otherwise, I would still be struggling to find a place.”
Huang Zhi scratched her head and smiled cautiously, “Don’t be mad, but the real reason I haven’t moved out of the dorm is because my parents bought me a place. It’s renovated but needs airing out.”
“Why would I be mad?” Cen Mo picked up a chopstickful of food, puzzled.
“Well… I just thought you work hard and might feel I’m getting something without effort,” Huang Zhi said sheepishly.
“There are plenty of rich people in the world. If I cared about that, I’d have been furious long ago.”
Cen Mo smiled and tucked her short hair behind her ear. “Everyone’s fate is different. If you have good parents and a good family, that’s your blessing. You should be proud, not afraid to say it.”
“Yeah.” Huang Zhi nodded and relaxed. “My parents are great. When I have time, I’ll take you on the high-speed train to visit my home.”
Cen Mo smiled but didn’t respond this time.
Though she knew Huang Zhi’s offer was spontaneous, she felt it was better not to make promises she couldn’t keep.
She truly didn’t know how to face such a happy family scene, having never really experienced one growing up.
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Monday was the first official workday.
Her new home was close to the subway station, convenient for commuting. The one-bedroom apartment was comfortable. Cen Mo slept well the night before and woke up refreshed.
Following her usual routine, she ran downstairs first, then came up to change clothes and heated the sandwich she had prepared earlier in the fridge using the microwave.
Her professional outfit was the same as before, but she wore sneakers for easy walking. She timed it well, arriving at the company half an hour early after getting off the subway.
She found a quiet corner to change into heels from her bag.
At the elevator, quite a few people were already waiting, so Cen Mo stood near the back with them.
As a newcomer without an ID badge on her first day, she became an instant sensation, attracting endless glances and whispers. People at the front even turned back to look.
Just thinking about it made Cen Mo grit her teeth but maintain a calm exterior.
She was mentally resilient and entered the elevator confidently under all those eyes, heading straight upstairs to the logistics department to collect her belongings and set them at the seat outside the CEO’s office—the secretary’s desk.
Then she went downstairs to find the HR person who had hired her.
Many newcomers felt lost on their first day, sitting around cluelessly, unsure of what to do. But Cen Mo was different.
She had started working early and had thick skin, usually able to maintain a steady expression and knew how to speak with others.

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Majoring in Chinese linguistics, Cen Mo’s field had little to do with secretarial work, so there was much she didn’t know and needed to learn from scratch.
She had come to see HR precisely for this.
New employees usually got some training or a mentor, right?
“Here’s the thing, Xiao Cen, your case is special. Because Mr. Su urgently needs someone, there’s no time for training now. How about I try to arrange something in a month or two?”
Seeing HR’s troubled expression, Cen Mo said, “No need. But I don’t know anything now. How can I support Mr. Su’s work?”
“In that case, go to the Marketing Department and find Chen Yangqing. He’ll help you get familiar with the environment. You can ask him anything you don’t understand.” HR made a call and then said this.
Cen Mo nodded, asked for directions, and found this Chen Yangqing—a slim, tall, handsome guy wearing glasses, clearly popular with young ladies.
“Hello, I’m Cen Mo, the new secretary.”
“Oh, I know you, a pleasure.” Chen smiled, then noticed Cen Mo’s gaze and quickly composed himself. “Sorry about that.”
“No problem,” Cen Mo replied politely. “I just started yesterday, so I’m still unfamiliar with many things. Please take care of me.”
Chen blushed. “Not at all. Follow me; I’ll introduce you to the department heads first.”
Such a neat and respectful little lady calling him ‘mentor’ with trusting eyes softened anyone’s heart.
Chen stopped teasing and earnestly began teaching her, leading her on a tour to meet people.
Cen Mo greeted everyone politely, mentally noting their appearances and positions, so she could recognize them next time.
“Let me show you the company rules and some introductory videos,” Chen said, then took her to the resource room where they watched the company’s founding history. He handed her a thick stack of papers.
“There are also notes from previous secretaries. You should read those too.” He kept piling more on.
Cen Mo struggled to hold the growing weight and hurriedly said, “That’s enough for now. I’ll look through these and come back for more later.”
Chen finally relented and offered, “I’ll help carry some of these for you.”
Just as Cen Mo nodded and extended her arm to hand them over, the papers weren’t arranged well and started slipping and falling.
Both lunged forward to catch them, nearly bumping into each other. Cen Mo swiftly stepped back, helpless.
She felt her luck might be a bit off on her first day.
Just then, her phone rang. Seeing the number, she answered, “Hello, Mr. Su?”
The man’s voice was somewhat cold: “What are you doing? Not working?”
“I’m here, currently studying,” Cen Mo said, puzzled as she bent down to pick up the papers. “I just started, so I don’t know much yet.”
“Come up,” he ordered succinctly. “I’ll teach you.”