Chapter 30: Writing a Letter of Repentance

Lin Mo was inexplicably scolded, but she did not get angry.

Qian Wenwen looked at Lin Mo provocatively: "Miss Lin? What is your profession? You look very young."

"Your face is pretty enough, but your figure is nowhere near mine."

"How did someone like you, a little bean sprout, manage to move into Weisheng Yan’s house?"

Qian Wenwen was dying of jealousy. She had spent a fortune to rent a place in Jiangshan Garden; buying a property here was no easy task. Who would have thought that she couldn't even catch a glimpse of Weisheng Yan on a daily basis? Even when she did see him, he was always surrounded by bodyguards, making it impossible to get a word in. She was furious and anxious!

There was one time she finally managed to find Weisheng Yan alone, but one cold, icy look from him had sent her running away in terror. Qian Wenwen regretted it deeply. If she had known, she would have been braver back then. Looking at it now, if a woman like Lin Mo could be with Weisheng Yan, then she herself wasn't so bad either. Perhaps she was just lacking a bit of courage.

Lin Mo chuckled: "I remember you are a celebrity, aren't you?"

"That’s right? Have you watched my shows?" Qian Wenwen straightened her back. She had over five million followers on Weibo. She could land the female lead role in web dramas, and with two or three TV series a year, her resources were quite decent. It was only natural that she would be recognized.

"Of course, only a big star like me can afford to live here, unlike you, who has to rely on a man just to stay in Jiangshan Garden."

"You must be feeling quite anxious living in Building One, right?"

"You could be kicked out in disgrace at any moment. This is what happens when someone doesn't know their place; even living in such a luxury mansion, you can't feel secure."

"Mm," Lin Mo nodded, "you make a point."

However, she didn't care. She didn't even take someone of Qian Wenwen's caliber seriously. Back when she was a background extra, Qian Wenwen had always relied on her small following to bully newcomers on set. Someone with such poor character would never become truly successful.

"What a shameless person," Qian Wenwen said, observing Lin Mo’s calm attitude. "Still so composed. You’re clearly just a gold-digger, but a pathetic one at that—you can’t even get your hands on any designer brands."

He Yue coughed: "Stop being so short-sighted. By the time you’ve fizzled out, Miss Lin will still be by the CEO’s side."

He Yue wasn't blind; the CEO’s special treatment of Lin Mo was definitely not just for fun. And that was before they had even confirmed their relationship. Once they did, would Weisheng Yan be stingy?

"Let’s go. Don't delay this big star from waiting for her golden opportunity."

Qian Wenwen was furious, stamping her feet and fuming behind them. The two women headed to the supermarket.

***

He Yue couldn't help but complain: "The CEO doesn't have a single woman around him. The wealthy socialites in the circle are all afraid of him, but those outside the circle still have some who would rather risk their lives for money."

She picked up a box of cherry tomatoes. "People like that are a dime a dozen. You don't need to take them seriously."

He Yue looked at Lin Mo: "By the way, why is your stomach so weak? Do you often skip meals?"

Lin Mo thought about it and touched her stomach: "When I was studying, there were eight months where I didn't eat on time."

"You really don't take your health seriously," He Yue sighed. "You still need to take good care of yourself."

"You shouldn't drink things like these iced beverages."

Lin Mo looked at the dazzling array of refrigerators and shook her head: "I only drink plain water."

A bottle of soda cost four yuan. That was the price of an entire meal for her. How could she possibly spend money on drinks?

He Yue was stunned. If that was the case, why was her health so poor, to the point of being malnourished? Looking at the way she dressed, was her family background not well-off? He Yue didn't bring it up again, feeling somewhat helpless inside. "I’ll stew chicken soup for you more often from now on. It’s very nourishing."

In the afternoon, Lin Mo still went to the company. She felt embarrassed not to do any work all day, and besides, staying in Jiangshan Garden was a bit boring. When she arrived at the office, she noticed many people in the secretarial department looking at her with strange expressions. By chance, Lu Mingzhu was not around.

"Lin Mo, you came to the company today? I heard you took sick leave," Yang Xixi said, sitting in front of her computer and smiling sweetly at Lin Mo. "What exactly happened? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just a stomach ailment," Lin Mo replied indifferently.

Su Baixue tutted: "I'm so envious. We in the secretarial department work overtime constantly; even with stomach aches and fevers, we still have to work."

"You twisted your ankle in front of the CEO yesterday and took sick leave for a stomach ailment today—you’re truly delicate."

"We all wear high heels here, and yet no one has ever run to the CEO’s office to twist their ankle."

Yang Xixi couldn't help but laugh: "That’s true. Maybe it was just a small accident, just good luck."

A few people burst into laughter, but the tone was sour, not at all like a joke. The CEO didn't come to Chuanguang often, and they didn't have many chances to see him. So, seeing a newcomer like Lin Mo receive such special treatment made it hard for them to accept. To be able to share an office with the CEO, not have to do anything, and still be close to him—who wouldn't want that?

Lin Mo sensed their hostility and decided not to say anything, moving to head into the office.

"Where are you going now? The CEO isn't even here. Who are you putting on this 'innocent flower' act for?" Su Baixue remarked coldly.

Lin Mo turned her head: "This is a company, not your home."

"Don't think that just because you've worked here a few years longer than me, you can criticize me as if you were the boss of Chuanguang."

"You are just an employee, too."

***

Su Baixue’s face turned icy. Regardless of anything else, she was a senior, yet she was being talked back to by a newcomer like Lin Mo. She couldn't save face. "You’re quite capable, aren't you? That English report you translated for the CEO yesterday was a complete embarrassment."

"If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to come to the company!"

Lin Mo was stunned. The translated report? She walked into the office, planning to ask Lu Mingzhu about it later. Yesterday, she had only transmitted the report to the computer; she hadn't published it yet. She pursed her lips, rested her chin on the desk, and wrinkled her nose. "The English translation from yesterday, it seems... possibly..."

"But it couldn't have been sent out directly, could it? Weisheng Yan wouldn't be that..."

Lin Mo thought to herself, feeling quite awkward.

Not long after, someone entered the office. As soon as Sun Wu saw Lin Mo, he couldn't help but grin: "Little Secretary Lin."

Lin Mo smiled back: "Assistant Sun."

Weisheng Yan entered shortly after, radiating a chilling aura, and Sun Wu immediately fell silent. In this office, the temperature seemed to drop automatically even without the air conditioning turned on.

Lin Mo stood up as well: "Good afternoon, CEO."

Sun Wu wanted to laugh again—she was already living in the CEO’s house, yet she was still so formal.

Weisheng Yan: "Get out."

This time, Lin Mo understood and watched as Sun Wu scurried away. She wrung her hands: "CEO, would you like something to drink?"

Weisheng Yan strode over and sat in his mahogany chair: "Your English proficiency has likely become famous across Chuanguang’s overseas branches."

"I’m sorry, CEO, I was wrong!" Lin Mo frowned immediately. "I can write a self-criticism!"

Her heart hammered like a drum. She thought about how Lin Wan had almost been fired, and she had already caused a mess on her very first day of work. Would she be fired on the spot? And that salary advance... Her small face turned a bit pale.

Weisheng Yan nodded, picked up a fountain pen, and tapped it twice on the desk. "No less than a thousand words."

"If you don't finish it by this afternoon, you are not allowed to leave work."

Lin Mo gasped. So, the afternoon’s task was... to write a self-criticism? She blinked, confused: "You’re not firing me?"

Weisheng Yan’s gaze darkened as he stared steadily at Lin Mo: "Do you want to be fired?"

Lin Mo shook her head: "No, thank you, CEO, for your magnanimity! I will definitely correct my mistakes!"

Weisheng Yan let out a low hum.

She was quite cute, after all.