Tang Song spent the entire next day seriously playing Director Jin's new assistant.
As a temp, he obviously couldn't get involved in the real work.
So he very consciously took over Lin Tiantian's role, focusing on providing his boss with emotional support and personal services.
As for work matters, they were all handed over to Shangguan Qiuya, who had come to the Imperial Capital with Tang Song.
The morning's operations management meeting and cross-time-zone remote conference.
On the surface, Tang Song seemed to be taking meeting minutes, but in reality, he was sketching Director Jin in his notebook.
Her profile, her front view, her lowering her head to flip through documents, her raising her eyes to survey the room...
After finishing each drawing, he would put on a stern expression as if he had "important feedback to report," then respectfully hand the notebook to Director Jin. Without changing her expression, Director Jin would take it, glance at it, score it with her fountain pen, and hand it back.
There was one she was particularly pleased with. Beside the score, she discreetly drew a tiny heart.
The entire exchange flowed seamlessly, their coordination flawless.
The executives below remained solemn throughout, thinking the two were exchanging some kind of opinions. Every one of them sat upright, scarcely daring to breathe. Only Shangguan Qiuya, seated in the back row, lowered her head and bit her lips hard to keep from laughing.
At noon.
Tang Song ordered a lavish work lunch and personally delivered it to the office.
Director Jin flipped through documents while absentmindedly poking at the food on her plate with a fork. Every now and then, she looked up at him, eating with little focus. Assistant Tang, the considerate gentleman, moved right over, speared a piece of beef, and brought it