The lounge was very quiet.
Occasionally, employees passing by would steal a glance at the unfamiliar, sexy figure before hurriedly looking away.
On the tiled floor, a brand-new employee badge lay quietly.
White background, black lettering.
In the photo slot was a face so familiar that it made Lin Mu Xue's soul tremble.
Light golden-brown, slightly wavy long hair; exquisitely delicate features, like a painting someone had painstakingly refined stroke by stroke.
Long, graceful brows, a delicate high nose bridge, and full, faintly red lips.
Even the somewhat old-fashioned thick-framed glasses could not conceal the exquisite beauty beneath them.
The person in the photograph looked young, gentle, and harmless.
Like an outstanding graduate fresh out of university—high-achieving, obedient, and sensible.
Like the kind of good girl who would diligently take meeting minutes, arrive fifteen minutes early every day, and compulsively arrange folders by shades of color.
But Lin Mu Xue's mind had already gone completely blank.
If she had to name the person she feared most in her life, it used to be Tang Song. Now, without question, it was Director Jin.
It was not the ordinary kind of fear—fear that she would scold someone or lose her temper.
Director Jin did not scold people much.
She rarely even raised her voice.
What was truly frightening was that calm, detached look in her eyes.
Thinking back on those little more than two weeks of study in London still sent chills down Lin Mu Xue's spine.
Every day, those deep, bright eyes had scrutinized her from head to toe.
Every word she said could be picked apart by her.
Every little thought was like a fish placed in a transparent glass tank. The moment its tail twitched, she already knew where it wanted to swim. She was not someone