The Female Lead's Tragic Background

Song Shi'an: "!!!!"

Song Shi'an unconsciously took a small step back, while a piercing explosion went off in his mind!

Song Shi'an: [Damn gay, I knew you had designs on me! You even want me to stay in your room! After being your assistant for so many years, you've always had so much crap for me to do, and now you're lusting after my body! I can't do this job anymore! Fuck, I'm quitting!!]

Lu Mingyu: "..."

He merely thought that keeping Song Shi'an under his nose would let him hear more useful information.

Just as Lu Mingyu was about to explain, he heard Song Shi'an continue grumbling in his head: [No, I can't! I still have car payments, mortgage payments, and a wife to marry. If I quit, I'll have nothing.]

[Wuwuwuwu! Am I really going to have to submit to the tyrant CEO's lecherous power and offer myself beneath him?]

Song Shi'an glanced at Lu Mingyu, suddenly growing bold in his heart. [If they really were destined to have some kind of relationship, then he would just have to work harder and be the top, letting the tyrant CEO experience what it felt like to be passive.

At least the tyrant CEO was the male lead. His face and body were undeniably excellent.]

Lu Mingyu's expression turned slightly livid.

His assistant's imagination was a little too abundant.

Lu Mingyu cut off Song Shi'an's wild thoughts. "I'm injured right now, so some things are inconvenient at night."

Song Shi'an: [Excuse! Such an obvious excuse! Why didn't he ask someone else? Why did it have to be me?

Two lone men sharing a room—he definitely has ulterior motives! He's a pure and wholesome young man. Was he really going to surrender to money today?]

The corner of Lu Mingyu's mouth twitched. Was he really that desperate?

"Assistant Song." Lu Mingyu called out, interrupting Song Shi'an's thoughts. "There are many confidential company documents in my home. I don't trust anyone else to come."

Song Shi'an looked over suspiciously.

But for money, he still yielded.

Lu Mingyu's room was entirely decorated in gray, white, and black, minimalist to the extreme.

Other than the bed placed in the middle, there was only a desk and a sofa.

Afraid that Lu Mingyu would ask him to sleep in the same bed, Song Shi'an spoke first. "President Lu, I'll sleep on the sofa. If you need anything tonight, just call me. I'm a light sleeper, so I'll hear you."

Lu Mingyu nodded and replied, "All right."

Lu Mingyu was in no hurry to sleep either. He leaned against the headboard, reading a financial magazine in his hand.

Only the bedside lamp was on, so the room was not very bright.

Song Shi'an lay on the sofa, bored, his gaze repeatedly drifting toward Lu Mingyu.

He could not stop complaining in his heart. [What normal person reads magazines in the middle of the night? Young people nowadays all play on their phones and scroll through videos, don't they? He's even putting on airs. I'm too embarrassed to take out my phone and play with it myself.

I'm afraid it'll make me look like I'm neglecting my duties. Aaaahhh!! I'm so bored!]

[Maybe I should hide in the bathroom and play on my phone for a while. Squat there for an hour so Lu Mingyu thinks I have hemorrhoids and constipation, and give up on whatever ideas he has!]

At that thought, Song Shi'an's eyes lit up, and he nimbly flipped off the sofa.

He had just taken a step toward the bathroom when an icy voice came from behind him. "Assistant Song, where are you going?"

"The... bathroom." Song Shi'an stammered.

He was clearly just going to the bathroom, so why did he feel as awkward as if he had been caught red-handed?

Lu Mingyu put down his magazine. "Assistant Song, you aren't planning to stay in the bathroom for an hour, are you?"

Song Shi'an was horrified. "!!!"

How did he know? He stumbled over his words. "No... I'm... I'm just using the bathroom."

Lu Mingyu smiled. "Go early and come back early."

Why did that reminder sound a little strange?

Song Shi'an hurried into the bathroom. He did not dare stay even one extra minute, afraid Lu Mingyu would misunderstand and think he was eating shit in there.

When he came out, Lu Mingyu had stopped reading his magazine as well. He turned off the light and prepared to rest.

With the surroundings dim, Song Shi'an began to grow sleepy as he lay there.

Before long, he drifted off in a daze.

After Song Shi'an fell asleep, Lu Mingyu, lying in bed, slowly opened his eyes.

He could hear Song Shi'an's inner thoughts. He wondered whether he could hear what Song Shi'an was thinking about in his dreams too.

Just as he was wondering, he heard Song Shi'an's intermittent voice.

Song Shi'an: [Hehe, beautiful women, beautiful women...]

Song Shi'an: [Idiot boss! Pain-in-the-ass boss!]

Song Shi'an: [Hehehe, getting rich, money...]

Lu Mingyu: "..."

It was all useless nonsense, without a single piece of useful information.

Song Shi'an's sleep-talking was so incessant that Lu Mingyu could not sleep. He called out, trying to wake him.

"Assistant Song."

"Assistant Song."

Song Shi'an, supposedly a light sleeper, merely turned over and continued sleeping.

"Song Shi'an!!" Lu Mingyu raised his voice, practically gritting his teeth.

Song Shi'an slept as steadily as a dead dog, completely unmoved.

The next day.

Song Shi'an woke with a yawn. After sleeping on the sofa all night, even though it was a high-end luxury sofa, his body still felt uncomfortable.

His waist and back ached terribly.

Just as he was complaining, he felt a deep, gloomy gaze boring into the back of his head.

Song Shi'an turned around and saw Lu Mingyu's livid face.

Song Shi'an jumped in fright and hurriedly stood up. "President Lu, what's wrong?"

Lu Mingyu asked through clenched teeth, "Didn't you say you were a light sleeper?!"

Song Shi'an nodded with a sincere expression. "Yes. At home, even the slightest noise wakes me up."

Lu Mingyu was so angry he laughed. Song Shi'an had slept like a dead pig last night. If he had not been limping, he really would have gone over and kicked him awake.

"I called you last night. Didn't you hear me?" Lu Mingyu continued.

Song Shi'an looked utterly confused.

Lu Mingyu closed his eyes and forcibly calmed himself.

He kept chanting in his heart: Don't get angry, don't get angry. Song Shi'an still has other uses.

Knowing that someone would have improper intentions toward his younger sister at tomorrow's birthday banquet, Lu Mingyu made preparations in advance.

Song Shi'an was just about to find an excuse to get Lu Mingyu to take him along, so he could stop this troublesome incident.

Then he heard Lu Mingyu say, "Tomorrow is my sister's birthday banquet. Come with me."

Talk about getting exactly what he wanted...

Song Shi'an had no reason to refuse, so he nodded in agreement.

Lu Tingting's birthday banquet was exceedingly lively. Every influential figure in Sea City had come.

Quite a few media reporters had come as well.

As expected of the male lead, Lu Mingyu had been hospitalized after getting hit by a car a few days ago, yet he was already able to walk now.

The two entered through the main entrance. The moment they stepped inside, a timid voice called out, "President Lu, Assistant Song."

They turned and saw the female lead, Tang Ruan, dressed as a server.

Perhaps it was an instinctive stress reaction, but the instant Lu Mingyu saw Tang Ruan, he subconsciously took a step back.

As an NPC, Song Shi'an naturally asked, "Miss Tang, why are you here?"

Tang Ruan's eyes reddened, and a pitiful expression appeared on her face. "My family is short on money, so I came out at night to work part-time and help support the household."

A seriously ill mother, a gambling father, a younger brother in school, and a shattered her.

She truly was the female lead, with a tragically miserable background.