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Secretary Sun: "Sorry, boss, I really won't ever... Huh? Divorce?"

Oh, divorce.

Secretary Sun came back to life, proudly puffing out his chest. "How could that be? I've been single all this time. Don't worry, boss, I'll never ask for divorce leave."

For a diligent and dedicated employee, who else could it be but him?

Who knew that not only did his boss fail to praise his workhorse spirit, he actually waved him out with disappointment.

Secretary Sun left the office, completely baffled. It was not until he sat down at his desk that a thought struck him like lightning. "Holy shit."

Shocking—his boss was getting divorced?

Shocking—his boss had been secretly married??

He quickly covered his mouth and looked around. Seeing that no one had noticed his odd behavior, he slumped over his desk and quietly let out a breath. He swore he would help his boss keep this secret. After all, secondhand men weren't worth much.

When he looked up at his coworkers again, his eyes held the lofty pride of one sober man among a crowd of drunks.

He now held an earth-shattering secret about his boss! None of them knew.

Inside the office, concerned for his reputation, Zhou Jingcheng began searching online for so-called divorce declarations. Yet he found nothing at all. What declaration was there for divorce? There was only a criminal record. You asked where the ex-husband was? Dead. Dead in a trash can ^-^

Before he could make any headway, Shi Jihan barged in recklessly and shoved open his office door.

"Xiao Zhou, you really hadn't left." Shi Jihan tossed his canvas bag onto the leather sofa, walked up to Zhou Jingcheng, and handed him a matcha mochi ice cream cup.

"Here. I'm not freeloading. This is your salary."

The ice cream was sprinkled with chocolate shavings and came with wafer sticks and almonds. On top of the largest scoop sat a mochi ball, soft and squishy like a little matcha snowman.

It had come from the cold drink shop downstairs from Zhou Jingcheng's company. The new shop was having an opening promotion: half off the second cup.

The moment Shi Jihan saw it, he had rushed over.

Missing out on a bargain was as painful as losing money.

He bought two cups, both flavors he liked: matcha mochi and mint chocolate.

Zhou Jingcheng said, "You eat it. I don't like—"

Before he could finish, the hand holding the ice cream pulled back, and Shi Jihan bit off the little snowman's head in one bite. "You don't like it? What a shame. I'll eat it for you, then."

So he really wasn't being polite at all. Zhou Jingcheng narrowed his eyes, seriously suspecting that this guy had only been talking big and had never intended to give it to him.

Seeing Shi Jihan about to take a second bite, he tapped his knuckles against the desk to get his attention. "I want some again."

Shi Jihan: "Huh?"

"Wasn't that my salary?" Zhou Jingcheng said leisurely, deliberately drawing out the last syllable to tease him. "How could you take it back after giving it to me?"

Shi Jihan looked longingly at his matcha mochi. "But I already bit it."

He tried to dissuade Zhou Jingcheng with his eyes: Xiao Zhou, you wouldn't want to eat ice cream someone else had bitten, right?

"It's fine." Zhou Jingcheng shifted his gaze to the other untouched mint chocolate ice cream cup.

Shi Jihan:!!

Protect the mint chocolate!

The instant Zhou Jingcheng looked over, he opened his mouth and bit off the little snowball on top as well.

The cold made his gums ache sharply. His tongue practically cooked several dishes in his mouth before he forced it down, then he pointed at the evidence and said indistinctly, "See? I bit both."

You get nothing, hehe.

Zhou Jingcheng: "..."

Zhou Jingcheng was so annoyed he laughed.

His competitive streak had been roused too. He took the matcha mochi cup that had originally belonged to him. "It's fine. I don't mind."

His long fingers held the silver spoon as he dug deeply into the spot that had been bitten, then brought a spoonful to his mouth.

The fine ice crystals were extremely cold, yet melted quickly once they entered his mouth. The rich, bitter fragrance of matcha broke through the cold, followed by a clean, sweet tea aroma and a milky aftertaste.

Even Zhou Jingcheng, who did not particularly like sweets, had to admit it was genuinely delicious. No wonder someone had been so protective of his food.

But when he looked up after taking a bite, he found Shi Jihan staring at him without blinking. "That's where I bit it. Is that really okay?"

Zhou Jingcheng:?

He looked down at where he had taken his bite.

The faint bitterness still lingered on his tongue. Realizing that it was where the other man's lips and teeth had touched, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He took a sip of water to wash away the bitter matcha fragrance in his mouth, then lowered his eyes and said, "What does that matter? Your family probably shares dishes at meals too."

Seeing Shi Jihan still staring at him, he turned his face aside. "Then sue me."

When Shi Jihan saw that he would not look at him, he slowly said, "Oh... Okay. You're right."

Wanting to skip past the subject quickly, Zhou Jingcheng held out his hand to him.

Shi Jihan did not understand.

He raised his own hand and tentatively placed it lightly on top.

Their palms met for only an instant.

Zhou Jingcheng abruptly pulled back, curling his fingertips as residual warmth remained. "Not that. I'm asking for your outline. Give me a general direction."

Shi Jihan was displeased. "Then use your words. Why were you just holding out your hand like some mute? Didn't you charge your language system last night?"

After he said that, it seemed as if Zhou Jingcheng's eyes filled with countless scrolling comments. Every one of them wanted to be posted, but all were ultimately strangled by censorship. He only said, "Give me your outline."

Shi Jihan flashed him a brilliant smile. "There isn't one."

Zhou Jingcheng's mouth twitched. He wanted to curse.

Shi Jihan dragged his chair over, squeezed into the space between them, bumped Zhou Jingcheng toward the edge, and occupied the large desk. "What's the big deal? I'll dictate, you write. We'll improvise."

Zhou Jingcheng unscrewed his pen cap, claiming a pitifully small patch of desk space. He took a deep breath. "Go on. I'll write."

"Then I'll begin." Shi Jihan cleared his throat, and his tone became sorrowful in an instant.

"When the speed at which cherry blossoms fall becomes the speed at which I write upon paper, I think our relationship has already reached its end."

"Who has seen City A at three in the morning? Only me. Leaning against the cold floor-to-ceiling window, I touched the tears sliding from the corners of my eyes. I was missing someone who never came home."

"...When you came close, wanting to embrace me, I instinctively dodged away. It turned out that the body betrayed the heart first."

Zhou Jingcheng wrote two lines, then stopped writing.

Shi Jihan urged him, "Write. My inspiration is fleeting and incredibly precious. Hurry up and catch it."

Zhou Jingcheng capped his pen, his expression strange. "Shi Jihan, aren't all those tragic romance novels online enough for you? You have to write one yourself too?"

No wonder he had been puzzled before, thinking Shi Bochuan's relationship had gone wrong and he wanted a divorce.

Divorcing after two years of marriage—maybe he wanted to get married again and make money off the wedding gifts.

Shi Jihan said, "What novel? This is a divorce declaration. Don't you understand?"

Zhou Jingcheng said slowly, "I think melodrama has gone to your head."

Shi Jihan was just about to retort when 000 poked its head out. [Host, why don't you let Dianjia Bro write it? He definitely won't have a problem. Our mission can't fail.]

Shi Jihan: [Could his writing be better than mine?]

[He got 707 on the college entrance exam. He ranked thirteenth in the province for Chinese,] 000 said faintly.

Shi Jihan immediately told Zhou Jingcheng, "Then write it your way."

"A divorce declaration, right?" Zhou Jingcheng pulled out a fresh sheet of paper. "Simple."

The fountain pen spun a silvery arc between his fingers. When he put pen to paper, it was like a blade splitting ink. He finished in one fluid motion, wielding the pen like a knife.

Shi Jihan waited expectantly, thinking that 707 really was no joke, that his thoughts must flow like a spring. He lowered his head and saw the words on the paper:

—Get lost!!

The strokes pressed through the paper, dancing like dragons and snakes. Even the punctuation was bold and forceful, cutting deep into the page.

He was so furious that he nearly slapped the paper onto Zhou Jingcheng's face on the spot!

Seven hundred and seven points!!

And this was what he came up with?!

Seeing the Super Saiyan glaring at him with eyes that spat fire, Zhou Jingcheng nodded in sudden understanding. "You think the emotion isn't strong enough, right?"

He wrote again. His wrist moved after the words "Get lost," leaving ink behind in smooth, flowing strokes, turning it into—

Get lost!!!!!

A truly magnificent declaration.

The power of five whole exclamation marks—anyone who had done reading comprehension understood.

Zhou Jingcheng was satisfied. "There. Done."

"You can submit my short story. I'm willing to transfer the copyright." He was exceedingly generous.

Shi Jihan:???

Shi Jihan practically burst into flames. Furious, he said, "Zhou Jingcheng, you've pissed me off!"

He grabbed the matcha ice cream from the desk and inhaled it all in a storm, stuffing it into his mouth. Before he had even swallowed, he loudly declared, "I'll never let you eat my ice cream again!!"

000 was dumbfounded.

Okay, okay, that was a severe punishment.

It had not even dealt 0.01 Malice Points of damage.

That day, no one knew what had happened in President Zhou's office. They could only hear cries of "Zhou Jingcheng" rising and falling, filled with gritted-teeth fury.

Only Secretary Sun vaguely guessed that the secondhand man might be appreciating in value.

If this wasn't clarified, he was about to start spreading rumors.

"Secretary Sun?"

"Secretary Sun!"

Secretary Sun only came back to his senses after being called several times. Looking up, he saw a hat, sunglasses, and a large mask—thoroughly concealed. Yet he recognized him at a glance. "Pei Mingxuan? Weren't you filming a reality show?"

Under the mask, Pei Mingxuan's expression twisted. "Do you think I can still stay there?"

"Hard to say," Secretary Sun said with a serious face. "Your skin is pretty thick, after all."

Pei Mingxuan: "..."

Secretary Sun asked, "What are you here for?"

"To see President Zhou." Pei Mingxuan could not be bothered to argue with him and stepped toward Zhou Jingcheng's office.

Secretary Sun hurriedly stopped him. "No, President Zhou isn't available to see visitors right now."

Pei Mingxuan was displeased. "Available or not, he needs to make himself available. President Zhou should know what public opinion about me is like online right now, shouldn't he? I need him to give me a solution. I still have so many endorsements. You don't want to lose money with me, do you?"