What If My Boss Is Gay?!

Afternoon.

After lunch, Song Shi'an was just about to slack off for a while when a shadow suddenly fell over him. Looking up, he saw the female lead's innocent little-white-flower face.

Tang Ruan held something out to him, her voice soft and sweet. "Assistant Song, I... I think I made President Lu unhappy today. I made these little cakes myself. Can you tell me what I did wrong?"

Little cakes personally made by the female lead?

Song Shi'an's gaze inevitably fell on what Tang Ruan held in her hands.

In the original story, after the domineering CEO ate these little cakes, his headache disappeared, his legs became nimble, and even his stomach felt better than ever. It was more exaggerated than Indian miracle medicine.

He suddenly became curious about what magic these cakes possessed.

After clearing his throat, he accepted them and put on a serious expression. "President Lu might like people who stand out."

Given Lu Mingyu's status, he had met every sort of heiress from prominent families.

His favorable impression of the female lead came from her unyielding spirit and fresh, unconventional nature.

The male and female leads' first meeting had already died before it could happen. As cannon fodder, he had to give her a few pointers, didn't he?

He remembered that after the male and female leads got together, they would have triplets. The domineering CEO would spoil his delicate wife, showering her with affection and taking her on honeymoon after honeymoon, while handing the company over to him to manage. He would get promoted and receive a raise!

For that alone, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he would still bring the domineering CEO and the female lead together!!!

After hearing him out, Tang Ruan thanked him, then left with her head lowered, deep in thought.

After dealing with the work at hand, he still had to accompany Lu Mingyu to meet a client that afternoon.

Once he had organized the documents, Song Shi'an checked the time and knocked on Lu Mingyu's door.

"President Lu, we're meeting President Wang this afternoon. It's about time."

Lu Mingyu did not waste words. He rose directly from his seat and nodded. "All right, let's go."

Song Shi'an followed Lu Mingyu out of the office.

The domineering CEO had long legs and walked fast, as if he were rushing off to reincarnate.

Poor him—every time he followed behind Lu Mingyu, it was like working out. He had to speed-walk the entire way.

After five years as an assistant, his legs had gotten noticeably thinner.

As they rounded a corner, there was a bang, followed by a shrill scream. Documents instantly scattered everywhere, and a dainty figure toppled backward.

Her long hair fluttered, and her face wore just the right amount of alarm and fear.

But things did not unfold like they did in television dramas, with the two of them embracing and spinning in circles.

Tang Ruan was sent flying head-on by Lu Mingyu's one-meter-ninety-plus, muscle-packed frame.

With another bang, Tang Ruan flew out and landed directly on her butt. It looked painful just watching.

Tang Ruan sat miserably amid the scattered documents, while Lu Mingyu stood firm as a mountain.

So? Was this what made Tang Ruan stand out?

Song Shi'an suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth.

Still, Tang Ruan really had listened to him. Knowing the domineering CEO's clothes were expensive, she had not splashed water on him this time.

Song Shi'an hurried over and immediately put on a harsh expression as he reprimanded Tang Ruan. "How do you do your job?! How did you end up crashing into President Lu!"

As expected of the little-white-flower female lead. She had only been reprimanded once, yet her eyes were already reddening, tears spilling from them. She cried so pitifully that even he could not help wanting to comfort her.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't see..." Tang Ruan lowered her head and apologized.

Song Shi'an stood to one side, waiting for Lu Mingyu to comfort her.

After a long silence, Lu Mingyu simply did not move.

Song Shi'an looked over in confusion, thinking, What's going on? You sent the female lead flying, and you still don't know to comfort her? Every time you walk, you charge around like a wild boar. Now that you've run into someone, you don't even know to apologize. Scumbag!

That collision just now must have hurt. Who knows if he should take her to the hospital.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but why did Lu Mingyu's face seem a little dark?

After the silence, Lu Mingyu finally opened his noble mouth. "Be more careful next time."

Then he strode away.

That was it?

So quickly?

Wasn't this supposed to develop further?

Seeing that Song Shi'an was still standing there in a daze, Lu Mingyu paused and looked back. "What? Is Assistant Song close with her? Do you want to take her to the hospital?"

Song Shi'an hurried after him. "Nothing of the sort, President Lu."

Song Shi'an got into the car with Lu Mingyu.

Only, the atmosphere inside was terrifyingly quiet.

For some reason, Lu Mingyu seemed to have taken the wrong medicine today. His face was as dark as Bao Gong's, wearing an arrogant, unpleasant expression for no one knew who to see.

Song Shi'an felt uncomfortable all over sitting beside him, so he could only keep his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.

Anyway, Lu Mingyu had always had this rotten temper.

After serving as his secretary for so many years, he was used to it.

Lu Mingyu closed his eyes. By his ears was Song Shi'an's incessant inner voice, filled entirely with dissatisfaction and contempt toward him.

He had not known that his own secretary held such deep grievances against him.

The drive from the company to President Wang's place took around twenty minutes, and Song Shi'an did not stop complaining about him once.

Only after they arrived did Song Shi'an stop his internal grumbling. "President Lu, we're here."

Lu Mingyu got out of the car, gave Song Shi'an a cold glance, and strode inside.

The cooperation between the two companies went extremely smoothly. Once the deal was finalized, President Wang suggested they have a meal together.

Lu Mingyu could not exactly refuse.

President Wang's secretary was a beautiful woman in a black business suit and black high heels. As she walked, her hips swayed, and she was utterly alluring.

During the meal, she deliberately sat beside Lu Mingyu and lavished attention on him, pouring him wine and serving him food. From time to time, she even cast him seductive glances.

Seeing this, President Wang chuckled meaningfully. "President Lu, it seems my secretary likes you very much!"

Lu Mingyu's expression did not change. He picked up the wineglass beside him and gestured toward President Wang. "President Wang, this toast is to you. May our cooperation proceed smoothly."

President Wang picked up his glass, drained it in one gulp, then added, "President Lu, my secretary is quite good. How about letting her keep you company tonight?"

Lu Mingyu had seen plenty of women who threw themselves at him.

His gaze swept over Song Shi'an. Receiving the signal, Song Shi'an immediately said, "President Wang, sorry, but President Lu has matters to attend to tonight. I'm afraid it won't be convenient."

President Wang looked very regretful. "I see. I'd heard before that President Lu doesn't get close to women. I thought it was only a rumor, but it turns out to be true."

Lu Mingyu smiled. "President Wang, my apologies. There happens to be something going on at home tonight, so it isn't very convenient. Another time."

President Wang did not force the matter, but he curiously asked one more question. "President Lu, I've never seen a woman by your side. Could it be that you like men? If you really do, I have some connections on my end as well."

Cough, cough, cough!!

Song Shi'an choked on his tea and could not stop coughing.

Lu Mingyu's face instantly darkened as he denied it. "President Wang, you're overthinking it."

Seeing this, President Wang did not continue. He waved his hand. "I certainly was overthinking. My apologies!"

The speaker had no intention, but the listener took it to heart.

Even Song Shi'an's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

He had been Lu Mingyu's assistant for five years, and Lu Mingyu's private life was as clean as a monk's. Could he really like men?

His asshole clenched...

Fuck, fuck!!! Could Lu Mingyu like me? There isn't a single woman around him, and he often uses work as an excuse to make me go to his house!

Oh my god, oh my ancestors!! My shirt, my coat!! Help! Urgent!! What if my boss is gay!!