Once they were in the car, Sun Binghe glanced sideways. "Boss, it'll take about forty minutes."
"All right," Chu Yilan said.
With that, Sun Binghe raised the partition between the seats, An Jing and professional.
Curious, Shen Lian asked Chu Yilan in a low voice, "Has Assistant Sun ever dated anyone?"
Chu Yilan shook his head. "Not that I've heard."
"That's what I figured," Shen Lian continued. "All he thinks about is work."
Chu Yilan felt no guilt whatsoever about gossiping with Shen Lian behind his own assistant's back. In fact, he seemed quite willing to tell him everything he knew. "But since Bing He started working as my assistant, he's had plenty of people pursue him. Never mind the people at the company—even my friend Zhou Yuanlin, whom you've met, expressed an interest."
Shen Lian's eyes widened instantly, and he tugged at Chu Yilan's sleeve, urging him to continue.
"I had no objections, as long as it didn't affect his work or the company's reputation." Chu Yilan slowly recalled, "Back then, Zhou Yuanlin often used business collaborations as an excuse to have dinner with Bing He. But after one of those dinners, he gave up completely."
Shen Lian thought about how Zhou Yuanlin usually behaved. "He's too much of a playboy."
"That wasn't it." Chu Yilan shook his head. "It was because Bing He said, 'I'm sorry, President Zhou, but I don't want to develop a deeper relationship with someone who barely passed Chinese. Of course, I'm not questioning your intelligence. It's just that you failed math, physics, and chemistry, and that really is too much for me to take.'"
Those words had been just as devastating for Zhou Yuanlin.
According to Zhou Yuanlin, even though Sun Binghe had tried his best to hide it, he had still seen