A Little Shock for Secretary Jin

In the SPA Room, fragrant blue smoke rose from the aromatherapy.

Wen Ruan stood frozen in place, staring straight at Jin Meixiao seated there.

Countless images flashed through her mind.

The cold, stunning profile close-up on the cover of Times Magazine; the title of "Business Goddess" in financial news; the name ranked first on the "Most Influential Women in the World" list; and the elegant figure that occasionally flashed past in trending videos.

Those once distant and hazy images had finally become a real person standing before her.

Although she had mentally prepared herself many times, the shock of truly seeing her was beyond words.

Aside from her confusion, surprise, and curiosity about her relationship with Tang Song, Wen Ruan also felt profound awe.

Setting Tang Song aside, she had no negative feelings toward Jin Meixiao.

After all, to the woman she had once been, the other party had merely been an unreachable star, even more hazy and unreal than Su Yu.

But now that she was truly meeting her because of Tang Song, an uncontrollable sense of fear arose within her.

According to Su Yu, Director Jin was the wicked queen from a fairy tale.

She was far less upright than she appeared, frighteningly calculating, and exceptionally ruthless in her methods.

She had isolated Su Yu's social circle, restricted some of her resources, applied psychological pressure, and repeatedly threatened and warned her not to take the initiative to approach Tang Song.

To Wen Ruan, none of the rest mattered. What worried her most was that last point.

The two of them silently held Eye Contact for a long time.

Secretary Jin showed no emotion. She merely watched Wen Ruan quietly, her gaze as calm as water yet unfathomably deep.

Wen Ruan finally gradually Came to senses. She tried hard to suppress the shock and unease in her heart before speaking with difficulty. "D-Director Jin, hello."

Her voice trembled faintly, clearly showing that her heart was still in turmoil.

"Hello, Wen Ruan. Please sit." Secretary Jin's voice was as pleasant as a clear spring, carrying a gentle certainty that allowed no refusal.

Wen Ruan paused, then walked to the lounge chair beside her and slowly sat down.

Secretary Jin lightly waved her hand, signaling the female therapist to leave, then slowly sat upright.

The collar of her bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a stretch of snow-white collarbone that looked both elegant and sexy.

The two were only about a meter apart.

Wen Ruan could not help looking at the delicate, beautiful face across from her. Her first impression was—beautiful. Truly beautiful.

Judging by her overall temperament and appearance, she was not even inferior to Su Yu.

Secretary Jin tilted her head slightly, her red lips parting. "You should know who I am, right?"

Wen Ruan took a deep breath. "Of course. I heard of Director Jin's achievements long ago and have always admired you. I'm very pleasantly surprised to meet you here this time."

No matter what, no matter what the other party's intentions were, there was nothing wrong with saying something nice first.

"That's not what I meant." Secretary Jin's tone remained calm, yet carried a trace of deeper meaning.

"Uh..." Wen Ruan immediately understood and said softly, "I heard Su Yu mention your relationship with Tang Song, but I don't know the specific details."

"Su Yu." When Secretary Jin spoke that name, a complex emotion flashed through her eyes. "Then what do you think my relationship with Tang Song is?"

Wen Ruan's gaze flickered. After a moment of silence, she answered tentatively, "A couple?"

"A couple..." Secretary Jin repeated softly, then gave a Light laugh. "That answer isn't wrong, but it isn't entirely correct either. My relationship with him may be more complicated than you imagine."

Wen Ruan's heart jolted. She unconsciously clenched her fingers, her head spinning slightly.

It's fucking true!

Jin Meixiao really is Tang Song's woman!

Only then did she finally dare to confirm this absurd and bizarre matter.

First Su Yu, then Liu Qingning, and now Jin Meixiao.

She was practically numb, but she would never give up her Bottom line.

If she were made to leave Tang Song now, she truly felt she would go crazy.

Fortunately, she had great confidence in the relationship between herself and Tang Song. Some things could not be faked.

Secretary Jin suddenly asked, "Wen Ruan, how long have you known Tang Song?"

Wen Ruan paused, then answered, "Less than half a year."

Secretary Jin Nodded. "Not very long, but not that short either."

Hearing that, Wen Ruan pressed her lips together. "Although it hasn't been long, many unforgettable things have happened between us."

"Mm. I know a little about the things between you two."

"Then... Director Jin, how long have you known Tang Song?"

Secretary Jin rose from the lounge chair. Her bathrobe swayed slightly with her movements, revealing more of her delicate, jade-like skin.

She looked down at Wen Ruan, a complex emotion Flashed through her eyes. "When I first met him, he was still an eighteen-year-old boy. In the blink of an eye, more than seven years have passed.

"From 2016 to 2023, he was a very special person. To me, he was extraordinarily significant.

"You've met Mo Xiangwan, Luo Bin, and Zheng Qiu Dong, so you must have made many guesses about him.

"What I want to say is that he is far more complicated and special than you imagine, and even more outstanding than you imagine."

As Wen Ruan listened, a trace of bitterness rose in her heart.

Liu Qingning from his high school years. Jin Meixiao from his university years.

The emotions and experiences brewed by time were realms she could not yet reach.

If she could, she too would have liked to meet him in the prime of her youth, when he was Full of Lofty Aspirations.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Ruan tried to calm herself. "Director Jin, I know you and Tang Song may share a very deep bond. I've never tried to replace your place in his heart. I only... hope to stay by his side."

Hearing that, Secretary Jin's face suddenly blossomed into a smile. "Hehe, I think you may have some misunderstanding about me, or perhaps Su Yu said something bad about me behind my back?"

Wen Ruan was taken aback. "That... no... perhaps I misunderstood something. I'm very sorry."

She and Su Yu were very close, so she instinctively wanted to defend her.

Secretary Jin slowly sat back on the lounge chair, her posture elegant and relaxed as the expression on her face Became more vivid.

There was not the slightest hostility in her eyes. Instead, they held faint appreciation and curiosity.

"You don't need to keep addressing me so formally. Just call me 'you.' I only wanted to meet you today for a chat and to formally get acquainted."

Wen Ruan Sighed in relief. "All right. Thank you, Director Jin."

"Don't be so restrained. This meeting may have been a little sudden. If I disturbed you, I hope you don't mind."

"How could I? It's my honor."

Secretary Jin gave a Light laugh. Her long, shapely Legs gently crossed as she looked at Wen Ruan softly. "Your emotions must be a little messy right now. Relax first. We can chat while we eat later."

After saying that, she casually pressed the call button by the bed.

Immediately afterward, there was a knock at the door.

Two female therapists walked in with lowered heads, carrying trays filled with various Belongings.

The therapists first bowed respectfully, then went to stand beside each of them.

Wen Ruan lay down on the massage bed along with Secretary Jin.

She removed her bathrobe, revealing the simple disposable underwear beneath.

Wen Ruan hesitated, then glanced sideways at Secretary Jin not far away. Her eyes trembled.

She's fucking a bug! No wonder she's called a "novel heroine" living in the real world.

Her figure was not as exaggerated as Wen Ruan's, but it was exceptionally well-proportioned, with perfect ratios.

Her curves were soft yet taut, her fullness just right.

Her skin in particular was unbelievably good.

It was a shade between white porcelain and peach, neither overly pale nor dull, but radiating a healthy translucence, like rose petals beneath the first snow.

It was so delicate that there seemed to be no flaws at all. It must feel incredible to touch.

It was hard to imagine that a workaholic like her could maintain herself so well. All Wen Ruan could say was that she was truly gifted.

A warm towel was placed over her arm. The therapist, Xiao Li, dipped her fingertips into an appropriate amount of essential oil and began massaging her.

"Miss Wen, you can relax a little more. The results will be better that way," Xiao Li reminded her by her ear.

Wen Ruan gave an "Mm," adjusting her breathing to the therapist's rhythm.

The scent of burning aromatherapy candles mixed with the fragrance of essential oils and spread through the air.

As the massage deepened, comfort seeped from the outside in, gradually releasing the tension from her body.

At some point, Wen Ruan slowly closed her eyes, and her originally chaotic thoughts began to clear.

She vaguely understood why Jin Meixiao had come to see her.

She's here to assert her presence.

Now that Wen Ruan had begun coming into contact with Tang Song's inner circle, she would most likely make achievements in the business world in the future.

As the Main Wife, Jin Meixiao wanted to establish her authority and position in advance.

Wen Ruan could not help finding it oddly amusing. She had never expected that a "goddess" like her would have such a mindset too.

Tang Song really was something else!

The entire process lasted for more than an hour.

The therapists stepped aside and respectfully handed them warm wet towels to wipe themselves with.

Secretary Jin sat up, Organizing the collar of her bathrobe before Looking at Wen Ruan with a gentle smile in her eyes. "How is it?"

"Very good, thank you." Wen Ruan quickly answered, her voice having completely regained its calm.

"It's already noon. Let's go eat now." Secretary Jin stood and walked toward the door.

Wen Ruan Followed closely behind with light steps.

They returned to the changing room and changed back into their own clothes.

When Wen Ruan came out again, she saw Jin Meixiao dressed in professional attire.

A sheer silk blouse paired with a pencil skirt and High Heels—the standard Director Jin outfit. She looked especially elegant and fashionable. Secretary Jin's gaze swept over Wen Ruan, and she smiled and gestured to her.

They took the elevator directly to the top floor of the club. A carved wooden door slowly opened, revealing a private dining room that was luxuriously decorated yet understated.

After the two sat down, a server pushed open the door and began bringing out dishes one after another.

Every dish was carefully plated, presented before them like a series of paintings.

Steamed fish head with chopped chili, steamed cured meats, Stir-fried Pork with Chili...

"I heard you like Hunan cuisine?" Secretary Jin Looked at her softly. "I hired this chef from Hunan Province specifically to prepare this for you. I hope you'll like it."

Wen Ruan was Flattered. "Th-thank you... I mean, thank you for being so thoughtful."

"I told you, there's no need to be so polite between us." Secretary Jin Picked up her Chopsticks and elegantly placed a piece of Fish Meat into Wen Ruan's bowl. "Try it."

Wen Ruan accepted the bowl, quietly said, "Thank you," then lowered her head and took a bite.

The Fish Meat was delicate and tender. The sour, spicy flavor of the chopped chili bloomed across her tongue in an instant. It was incredibly delicious.

Of course, More important was the fact that Jin Meixiao had served it to her.

Not many people in this world got to enjoy such treatment.

"It's very good. It's the best I've ever had!"

Secretary Jin revealed a satisfied smile and began casually chatting with Wen Ruan.

From the heritage and evolution of Hunan cuisine, to development trends in the media industry, to the healthy eating concepts recently popular in fitness circles—her breadth of knowledge was astonishing. No matter the topic, she could discuss it eloquently, with clear organization and meticulous logic. Every word sounded as though it had been carefully polished.

Of course, she was not simply talking one-sidedly. Whenever Wen Ruan offered her own opinion, Secretary Jin could always quickly pick it up and give an appropriate response.

This way of communicating not only brought the two closer, but also gave Wen Ruan an unprecedented sense of comfort.

She even had the illusion that Jin Meixiao was an exceptionally considerate friend who understood her hobbies, social life, and work very well.

As the meal neared its end.

The server brought out several fresh, exquisite desserts.

Wen Ruan cut off a small piece of lotus seed paste cake and placed it onto Secretary Jin's plate.

Secretary Jin took a bite, a charming smile appearing on her face. "Thank you."

Knock, knock, knock— The private room door was lightly knocked on.

"Come in."

Immediately afterward, Shangguan Qiuya entered in a women's suit. "Director Jin, Miss Wen Ruan."

Secretary Jin waved her hand. Shangguan Qiuya quickly walked to Wen Ruan's side and placed the folder in her hand before her.

Wen Ruan paused. "This is..."

Secretary Jin set down her Chopsticks. "Today is our first meeting, so I prepared some gifts for you. They also align with Tang Song's plans for you. You can take a look first."

Wen Ruan Sighed softly and opened the documents before her, surprise appearing on her face.

A monthly commentary slot in the "Digital Marketing" column, allowing her to freely share her marketing views and build a reputation in the industry.

In mid-October, Fortune magazine would interview her and create a globally distributed "CEO Special."

Wen Ruan licked her Lips, feeling somewhat excited.

Tang Song had indeed told her before that her main task going forward was to actively expand her high-end connections and circles and gain a certain level of recognition in the industry.

As long as people lived, no one could escape fame and fortune.

She had struggled in the media field for so many years. It was impossible for her not to have ambitions.

Originally, she had planned to take things slowly, but Director Jin was about to give her cheats.

When she flipped to the final few pages, a black-and-gold card Appeared before her, with an introduction beneath it.

Her English was very good, and she quickly understood what it was.

A credit card jointly customized by Kate Private Bank and AmeCenturion (American Express).

Looking at the note beneath it stating that there was no spending limit, her face gradually flushed.

Naturally, she understood what that meant. Based on the current credit assessment, the cardholder's spending would essentially have no limit.

Of course, the bank would conduct a comprehensive evaluation based on the cardholder's credit standing, financial strength, and other factors to set a risk-control limit.

When spending exceeded that risk-control limit, identity verification and other procedures would generally be required.

Wen Ruan Looked up at Secretary Jin across from her. "Director Jin, this credit card is..."

"Oh." Secretary Jin smiled calmly. "It's linked to my personal account, so you don't need to worry about repayment.

"Consider it a convenience for your future travels and Business trips around the world."

Wen Ruan's breathing caught, and her voice could not help trembling. "Th-this isn't appropriate. I can't accept it."

She closed the folder, put it away, and sat there obediently, but her mind was a complete mess from the shock.

A card customized for Jin Meixiao's personal account—wouldn't the credit limit be through the roof?!

In other words, even if she wanted to buy a private jet, she could charge it to this card.

This was freaking holy crap!!

It was impossible to comprehend!

Compared to Tang Song and Su Yu, Director Jin seemed more like she wanted to keep her!

Secretary Jin said gently, "I don't mean any harm. Tang Song knows about this, and he won't blame you."

"That's not the reason." Wen Ruan shook her head firmly, her expression serious. "I really can't accept this. You may have misunderstood me somewhat."

Wen Ruan took a deep breath and continued, "My feelings for Tang Song are sincere. I accepted Juqing Huijin's Family Trust openly because I wanted to reassure my parents, to let them know that even if I don't get married, I'll still have proper security for the future,

and be able to let them live out their later years in peace.

I haven't touched a single cent of the trust dividends so far. My salary and benefits are already enough to support the life I like, and I'm very content.

Thank you for Director Jin's kindness, but I truly can't accept this card."

Secretary Jin stared at her for a long while. A bright smile appeared on her face, and a look of approval flashed through her eyes. "Then forget it. I'll keep this card for now and we can talk about it later. But you should understand what I mean. I bear you no ill will,

and I hope we can find a good way to get along in the future."

"I understand." Wen Ruan nodded, and the tension in her heart finally melted away.

This meeting had gone far more smoothly than she had imagined.

Director Jin was nothing like the terrifying figure Su Yu had described. On the contrary, she was exceptionally friendly and interesting.

Shangguan Qiuya took the folder, turned around, and walked out of the private room.

The two chatted idly for a few more moments.

Secretary Jin lightly tapped the table with her fingers, then suddenly said, "Actually, there's another very important matter I wanted to discuss with you today."

"What is it?" Wen Ruan's heart jolted. She immediately sat upright, her expression turning slightly nervous.

For Director Jin to call it "a very important matter," it had to be something enormous!

"Wen Ruan, I know you're in excellent physical condition, work out regularly, and are at the peak of a woman's desire, but..." Secretary Jin leaned forward slightly, her red lips pressed together, her expression stern and serious. "Excessive 'indulgence' is an enormous drain and burden on Tang Song. I don't want him to need medication at such a young age, and I'm also very worried about his physical condition."

Wen Ruan's face instantly flushed red. Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Heaven have mercy! She was more wronged than Dou E!

At first, she really had wanted to get him under control and make him powerless when it came to other women.

But later, she discovered that that damn man was practically a pervert. Every time, he tormented her half to death, made her say all kinds of filthy things, and pulled all sorts of lewd stunts.

Then the next morning, her waist and back would ache so badly she could barely get out of bed, while Tang Song would be full of energy and drag her into another morning workout—if not from behind, then from the front.

And now she was being accused of "draining" him dry?

Was there no justice left? No law at all?

Even if you were Jin Meixiao, you couldn't falsely accuse someone like this!

"Director Jin, I think you have a huge misunderstanding about him!" Wen Ruan's voice rose involuntarily, carrying a trace of grievance and indignation.

Secretary Jin frowned slightly. "Oh? What do you mean?"

"We're both adults. It's better to speak plainly about some things. Tang Song isn't like what you think in that regard. He's very—very good at it, and he's getting more and more intense—I sometimes can't satisfy him at all."

Then Wen Ruan lowered her voice and shared a few secrets from between the sheets, focusing especially on complaining about Tang Song's particular fetishes.

In her view, Jin Meixiao was practically one of their own. She often complained about these things with her Best Friend, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Of course, the main reason was that Zhuang Zhuang had taken far too much blame.

She absolutely would not take the blame for this one!

"Th-this..." Secretary Jin's eyelids twitched. Her mouth opened slightly, revealing soft pink lips and tongue, along with neat white teeth. She looked somewhat adorable.

Wen Ruan stammered out a few more details, then simply spread her hands and summarized directly, "Anyway, you'll know if you try him."

At her words, Secretary Jin's body trembled slightly.

A pink flush rapidly spread across her face, quickly covering her cheeks, earlobes, and neck.

She lowered her head slightly and took a sip of tea.

When she looked up again, her complexion had returned to normal.

"Mm, I was only reminding you." A faint smile curled at Secretary Jin's lips, as if she understood everything.

Two in the afternoon.

Wen Ruan and Secretary Jin shook hands and said goodbye.

After this exchange, the relationship between the two had clearly grown much closer.

As Wen Ruan left the club, Shangguan Qiuya personally escorted her out.

They did not say much along the way. Just as they were about to part, Shangguan Qiuya suddenly stopped.

With a serious expression, she said, "Wen Ruan, there's something I hope you'll understand. Director Jin actually treats you differently from everyone else.

For example, with these contracts and the Credit Black Card, you were the first, and you received the best treatment. Even Liu Qingning has never received such courtesy.

When you encountered those problems at Light and Shadow Media, Director Jin was extremely angry. She even had Jingwu Capital approach Light and Shadow Media,

and originally planned to resolve every one of your problems.

It was only later that Miss Su Yu suddenly intervened and disrupted Director Jin's arrangements."

Wen Ruan froze, a complicated rush of emotions rising in her heart. "I understand. Thank you, Assistant Shangguan."

Shangguan Qiuya nodded. "Mm. Drive carefully on the way back. If you have any trouble or problems in the future, you can contact me directly. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

She watched the Audi RS6 disappear around the street corner.

A meaningful smile appeared on Shangguan Qiuya's face.

She had not interacted much with Wen Ruan, but she could still see what kind of person she was.

She had strong opinions and knew where to draw the line. Although she appeared straightforward, she actually understood very well how to weigh the pros and cons.

She believed the other party would make the right choice.

After returning to the club, Shangguan Qiuya walked to the private room door, raised her hand and knocked, then stepped inside.

"Director Jin, Wen Ruan has left."

Secretary Jin gave a distracted "Mm," reclining languidly on the sofa with her eyes slightly narrowed.

For her, the biggest shock today had been learning about some of Tang Song's particular fetishes.

For example, he actually spanked people during sex? And forced Wen Ruan to call him "Dad"?

This completely overturned everything she knew about Tang Song.

She wondered if it hurt when he spanked someone?

Shangguan Qiuya quietly looked at the "goddess" before her, her eyes full of admiration and yearning.

At that moment, Director Jin appeared relaxed and at ease, as though none of the world's disturbances could trouble her.

The elegance and nobility radiating from within her were practically the ideal every woman yearned for.

Just then, Director Jin's somewhat serious voice suddenly sounded beside her ear. "Shangguan."

"Here!"

"Help me prepare a few rather special outfits."

Shangguan Qiuya blinked, somewhat puzzled. "Special outfits? You mean—"

"Lingerie."

"Ah!" Shangguan Qiuya's eyes widened, and she nearly lost control of her expression.

"Do you have any objections?" Secretary Jin raised a brow at her, a faint warning in her eyes.

"N-no!"