I'm Small Enough to Fit

Xuan Zhe got up to see Mr. Dilanda off. Wen Shuang left the office and waited in the hallway. Before long, the interviewer jogged over with a beaming face. He must have heard some news, because he was exceptionally courteous to Wen Shuang this time.

Looking at the cigarette offered to him, Wen Shuang waved his hand. "I don't smoke. Thank you, sir."

The supervisor did not press him. He took a drag himself, then slowly exhaled, looking as blissful as someone who had survived a disaster.

Wen Shuang kept his gaze lowered and asked, "Sir, isn't President Xuan the owner of Quanyi Entertainment? Why is he at Starwing?"

The supervisor looked surprised. "You didn't even check which company you were interviewing for? Starwing started expanding into real estate two years ago. This is just a temporary base President Xuan set up to break into a new field."

After saying that, he looked Wen Shuang over. He felt the kid had genuine talent and no airs about him. After some thought, he lowered his voice. "You saved our lives today. I'll treat you to a meal sometime."

Wen Shuang played along perfectly. "What are we having?"

The supervisor said, "Your call!"

The two exchanged WeChat contacts and phone numbers with familiar ease. The supervisor cleared his throat, intending to extend an olive branch to Wen Shuang. "How about you—"

"You're Wen Shuang, right?" Cao Nanyu walked over with a report from HR in hand and immediately spotted the two of them acting suspiciously across from each other.

The supervisor instantly straightened up. "Assistant Cao."

"Mm." Cao Nanyu was just as decisive in his work. He tipped his chin at Wen Shuang. "Come with me."

The supervisor froze for a moment, then his eyes widened. "This is...?"

Cao Nanyu said pointedly, his tone cool, "Can a small temple like Starwing hold a great Buddha like him?"

Wen Shuang seemed not to hear the mockery in his words. He smiled shyly. "I'm small, so I fit."

Cao Nanyu was rarely left speechless. After a brief pause, he asked, "Do you think you're funny?"

Wen Shuang: ...Why did everyone like asking him that? He was serious, okay?!

Once they entered the elevator, Cao Nanyu suddenly closed his eyes when they reached the twelfth floor and leaned against the wall. Wen Shuang was observant. He studied Cao Nanyu's complexion and seemed to realize something.

So when Cao Nanyu opened his eyes again, a fair, beautiful hand was held out before him, with a piece of milk candy resting in its palm.

Cao Nanyu did indeed have low blood sugar.

"Have one, Assistant Cao." Wen Shuang looked innocent and harmless, but he actually knew exactly how to speak. Afraid Cao Nanyu would refuse, he deliberately added, "Otherwise, it might affect your work later." The implication was clear: would Xuan Zhe tolerate that temperamentally?

Sure enough, when he thought of his boss's expression that seemed to say, "If you can't do your job, go die!", Cao Nanyu did not stand on ceremony. He took the candy and thanked Wen Shuang.

The sweetness spread through his mouth at once, and it worked. Cao Nanyu looked at Wen Shuang and found Wen Shuang looking back at him, smiling warmly. For no reason at all, Cao Nanyu's heart skipped a beat. Years of struggle had given him eyes that could see through people's hearts, yet Wen Shuang still looked like a clear spring to him.

This person's concern for him was genuine. Most of Cao Nanyu's lingering reservations toward Wen Shuang dissipated, and he awkwardly looked away.

"Assistant Cao, where are we going now?" Wen Shuang pressed his advantage.

This time, Cao Nanyu did not pull a long face. He answered seriously, "We'll return to Power One first. We're having dinner with Mr. Dilanda tonight, and we need you to interpret."

Wen Shuang nodded. That was no problem. He would definitely do well.

When they went outside, a black Bentley was parked at the entrance. Cao Nanyu was just about to ask whether Wen Shuang knew the address of Power One when he saw the man head straight for the car. "???"

The rear window rolled halfway down, revealing Xuan Zhe's cold, refined profile. Wen Shuang first took a quick moment to admire his face, then greeted him with a smile. "President Xuan, are you heading back to the company?"

Xuan Zhe turned to look at him. The sun was scorching, and after standing there for only a moment, the young man's face had already begun to redden. Even the fine hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat.

Cao Nanyu nervously patted Wen Shuang on the shoulder while pulling out his wallet, intending to let the man take a taxi to the company on the company's dime. Did he know that President Xuan's back seat had never carried a stranger? Not even him, the first assistant who had diligently followed at his heels for five whole years...

"Get in." Xuan Zhe spoke, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Cao Nanyu: "?!"