novelraw Chapter 236: Slover Trust’s Offer
Chapter 236: Slover Trust’s Offer
Staring at her phone screen for a long while, Xu Qing’s face turned redder by the second, her mind churning with all sorts of thoughts.
“Little Jing! I wasn’t wrong about you; you’re absolutely a deranged yandere!”
Right now, you’re fantasizing about strangling Tang Song and hitting him. What’s next? Binding him, slapping him, making him crawl, and even writing humiliating things?
The thought made Xu Qing shiver uncontrollably.
“Little Jing, oh Little Jing! I can’t believe you’re such a perverse woman!”
ヾ(༎ຶД༎ຶ)ﾉ
“Tang Song, my poor male protagonist, I have to rescue you from this fire and water!”
Resolved, Xu Qing furiously typed her reply:
“Little Jing, your thoughts are dangerous! He’s your boyfriend, not your pet! From what you’ve described, he seems like a very gentle and emotional guy. If you’re with him just to satisfy your own desire for domination and humiliation, I think you should let him go sooner rather than later. He’s not suitable for you.”
“Buzz buzz buzz—”Little Jing:
“o(>﹏<)o Qingqing, you’ve misunderstood! What I meant was for him to discipline me.”
=͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)
Alright, so you’re the submissive one here.
Xu Qing stuck out her tongue. In the novel she was writing, Bai Jing was a pretty wild character, so she’d instinctively associated her with Little Jing.
But hey, this was great material to recreate in the book.
She opened her notes app and quickly jotted down her inspiration.
Xu Qing’s eyes darted around, and she replied,
“Relationships develop step by step. You two haven’t been together long. If you start playing these extreme games now, what if he develops negative feelings toward you? Little Jing, as someone who’s been there, this is my most heartfelt advice to you. Ahem. (Looks to the stars) Cherish this relationship!”
Little Jing, I’m saying this for your mental and physical well-being.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
Little Jing:
“Fine, I get it. Thanks for your guidance, Qingqing onee-san.”
Seeing Little Jing’s reply, Xu Qing felt both embarrassed and a little guilty.
Despite her popularity, Miss Xu Qing had never actually dated anyone before. Her knowledge of couples’ playful dynamics and interactions was entirely based on anime, novels, and TV dramas.
The “experienced and knowledgeable” persona she had in her 2D community was completely borrowed from the heroine of her own novel, Wrong Room, Found a Tyrannical CEO.
Although, she was starting to think the title wasn’t quite right anymore.
After all, her male protagonist had now turned into the affectionate “Tang Song,” while the original tyrannical CEO… who knew where he was, probably off plowing fields on a tractor, waiting for his turn to make an appearance.
For now, she couldn’t think of a better title, so she just stuck with it.
Using an alternate account to join group chats and play the role of “Xu Yanquing” was all part of her master plan—encouraging discussions to help analyze and push her story forward.
(^▽^) In the end, she, Xu Qing, was a bona fide career-focused heroine.
Lost in her thoughts, Xu Qing took off her clothes and checked herself out in the full-length mirror.
“Where am I fat? I’m clearly well-proportioned. And a little meat on the legs is even better!”
She pinched her Nana, but couldn’t help feeling a little deflated.
Even Little Jing had a C cup.
Yet here she was, Miss Xu Qing, stuck with a pitiful B.
“Life is so unfair!”
(ಥ﹏ಥ)
Just then, her phone buzzed again.
Little Jing:
“Honestly, I really cherish this relationship, and I like him a lot. But his hands are just so beautiful. Every time I see them, I want him to do more with them. It makes me feel so at ease.”
Little Jing:Hand.jpg
They continued chatting, with Little Jing enthusiastically describing how attractive and fun his hands were.
Xu Qing clicked on the photo and examined it closely, her expression turning a bit strange.
“Okay… yeah, those hands are impressive.”
As she stared at the picture, her mind inevitably wandered to Tang Song.
Smacking her lips, Xu Qing suddenly felt a burst of excitement. She hopped over to her computer and began typing rapidly on the keyboard.
“Tap tap tap…”
“Don’t!” Xu Yanquing instinctively leaned back, her expression shy and flustered.
She was dressed in a gray pencil skirt, black stockings, and a brown blouse, exuding a polished, professional air.
Tang Song, however, acted as though he hadn’t heard her. His eyes were tinged red, and his breathing was hurried as he leaned closer.
“Riiip—”
With a strong pull, he tore apart the stockings beneath her skirt.
His hands were long and well-proportioned, with a healthy, luminous white glow to the skin. When he exerted force, faint blue veins appeared beneath the surface—radiating the vitality of youth.
“Tang Song! This is my office!”
“I can’t wait another moment. Just lean over the desk, okay?”
“Someone might barge in! If that happens, I’ll lose all my dignity!”
“Qingqing, we’ve known each other for nine years. I’ve loved you for 36 seasons, 108 months, and 3,285 days…”
Tang Song’s deep, magnetic voice whispered sweet words.
Xu Yanquing’s charming eyes misted over with unshed tears.
...
The sound of rapid typing filled the room, “Tap tap tap.”
Xu Qing’s breathing grew more erratic as her writing became increasingly steamy.
After a while, she licked her dry lips.
The air felt heavy with moisture.
The weather in June was muggy and oppressive, and Xu Qing felt an itchiness spread across her whole body. She couldn’t help but start entertaining herself.
Just as she began...
Click—Creak—
The door suddenly swung open.
Standing in the doorway was Shen Yuyan, perfectly composed in a gray pencil skirt, black stockings, and a brown blouse—looking like the spitting image of Xu Yanquing from the novel.
Their eyes met.
Shen Yuyan’s mouth fell open, growing wider and wider as she stared at Xu Qing’s “perverted” expression and actions.
“Ah! Ahhh!” Xu Qing let out a shriek, her face instantly turning crimson.
Shen Yuyan scowled and asked, “What are you even doing, you idiot Qing?”
“I… I don’t even know what I’m doing!” Xu Qing instinctively responded with a meme-worthy line before quickly snapping back to her senses. Covering her face, she mumbled in embarrassment, “Oh, right! I had a sudden burst of inspiration and was jotting down a new scene.”
Thud thud thud—Shen Yuyan walked closer.
Xu Qing hastily turned off her computer screen. “What are you doing?”
“Heh, don’t think I don’t know. You’re writing some spicy R18 stuff, aren’t you?” Shen Yuyan teased as she pinched her best friend’s smooth cheek. “And you got way too into it, didn’t you?”
“I... I... I… wasn’t!” Xu Qing stammered, her eyes darting around nervously. She wriggled free from her friend’s grasp and dove under her blanket, poking her head out just enough to say, “It’s... it’s a little perk for my readers in the fan group! I’m doing this to make money!”
“Pfft~” Shen Yuyan shot her a disdainful look. “As if I don’t know you by now.”
Xu Qing’s head disappeared entirely under the blanket. “I don’t want to talk to you!”
“Heh, just admit you were fantasizing. Why so scared to own up to it?”
“Ahhh! Shen Yuyan, you shameless fox!”
“Ha ha! Qingqing, you’re still as cute as ever. Don’t forget to take the afternoon off, prep the ingredients, and wait for me to come home and cook dinner.”
After teasing Xu Qing to her heart’s content, Shen Yuyan turned and left, satisfied, heading off to work.
Her next task involved finalizing U-Clean’s financing arrangements, another busy day ahead.
Xu Qing, on the other hand, had already handed in her resignation and was wrapping up work handovers. With plenty of vacation days left to use, she had all the time in the world.
...
19th Floor, Yunxi Tower: Rongxin Venture Capital Co., Ltd.
The rhythmic clicks of black stilettos echoed on the marble floor: click, click, click.
Lin Muxue walked confidently, wearing a perfectly tailored office outfit. A blue folder rested in her hands, and her gray slacks hugged her figure, showcasing a rounded curve at her hips.
Her slightly raised chin and slender waist swayed gracefully with each step, a picture of both sensuality and intellect.
She drew the attention of many male and female colleagues as she passed by, their gazes lingering.
Lin Muxue maintained a faint, polite smile, occasionally nodding at them. Her demeanor struck a perfect balance between warmth and detachment—like a poised female leader addressing her subordinates.
Knock knock knock.
She rapped lightly on the door to the HR and Administrative Department office before pushing it open.
“Supervisor Guo, here’s my resignation form and handover documents.” Lin Muxue handed over the folder in her hands.
Administrative Supervisor Guo Wenlei glanced up at her and smiled. “Alright, I know it’s pointless to try convincing you to stay, so I won’t bother. I wish you a bright future.”
She truly admired Lin Muxue as a subordinate. With her good looks, professional demeanor, and excellent communication and adaptability skills, Lin Muxue was undoubtedly a star employee.
But rules were rules. As a receptionist, the company had capped her salary, and there was no room for a raise to retain her.
Besides, Lin Muxue clearly didn’t need the money.
“Thank you, Supervisor Guo.” Lin Muxue smiled and nodded politely.
Nearby, Sun Yang watched her wistfully, struggling to find the right words.
This goddess colleague of his ticked all his boxes for an ideal partner, from her looks to her figure to her presence.
He had once hoped that being close at hand would give him an advantage. Now, it was clear that he had no chance at all.
Li Xuejiao, one of Lin Muxue’s close friends, stepped forward and gave her a gentle hug. “Sigh, I knew it! Someone like you was never going to stay a receptionist for long. Stay in touch, alright? Don’t forget us.”
“Of course not. We’ll still see each other often,” Lin Muxue said as she tidied her wavy, slightly curled hair.
Sun Yang hesitated for a moment before awkwardly chiming in with the group, “Let’s keep in touch, yeah? Maybe we can hang out sometime.”
Lin Muxue didn’t respond to him.
After waving goodbye, she walked away without looking back.
Returning to her familiar desk, Lin Muxue methodically began packing her belongings: her water cup, makeup, mirror, tissues…
Dingdong—
The sound of a WeChat notification interrupted her.
She picked up her phone to check and saw an email.
[Subject: Lin Muxue Employment Notification]
Her heart skipped a beat, and she leapt to her feet, her eyes shining with uncontainable excitement and joy.
Tang Song! Tang Song! You’re amazing!
Unable to wait, she clicked open the email.
The first thing she saw was a bilingual welcome letter in both Chinese and English.
Opening the attached PDF, she scanned the document quickly.
Dear Ms. Lin Muxue,
Slover (HK) Trust is pleased to invite you to join us as a “Senior Assistant to the Trust Committee”…
Lin Muxue’s eyes skimmed over the offer, honing in on the key details almost immediately:
Base monthly salary: ¥42,000Annual bonus: 4–12 months’ salaryPerformance bonusesTriple pay for holiday overtimeSix types of insurance and a housing fundExpense reimbursements, paid vacations, holiday perks, meal and phone allowances…Her heart raced. She quickly opened the calculator app on her computer.
Even at the minimum, her annual salary would be ¥670,000. If she performed well, she could easily break ¥1 million.
One million yuan a year!
That was the salary of top executives at Rongxin Venture Capital.
Even Investment Manager Gu Cheng barely made ¥500,000 annually, and that was in a good year with strong performance.
Staring at the generous compensation package, Lin Muxue’s cheeks flushed.
Squeezing her thighs together tightly, she bolted toward the restroom.
The sheer excitement and the lure of wealth left her feeling an intense urge to pee.
The sound of running water echoed in the restroom as Lin Muxue sent a quick message to Tang Song while multitasking:
"I've received the offer. My resignation here went smoothly, and I'll start at Slover Trust tomorrow. By the way, I want to move some of my things to Yanjing Tiancheng today. When will you have time?"
Tang Song:
"I’ll meet you in the café downstairs shortly. I’ll give you the access card, and you can set things up yourself."
Lin Muxue:
"Got it! I’ve already packed. Heading down now."
Finishing up, Lin Muxue cleaned up, stood, and checked herself in the restroom mirror. A satisfied smile spread across her face.
Returning to her workstation, she began organizing her desk methodically: water bottle, makeup, mirror, tissues...
Ding!
A notification lit up her phone—a new email.
[Subject: Lin Muxue Employment Notification]
Her heart raced as she stood abruptly, excitement and joy lighting up her eyes.
Tang Song! You’re the best!
Eagerly, she opened the email.
The first thing she saw was a bilingual welcome letter. She clicked on the PDF attachment in Chinese.
Dear Ms. Lin Muxue,
Slover (HK) Trust is pleased to invite you to join us as a "Senior Assistant to the Trust Committee"...
Skimming through the document, Lin Muxue’s eyes quickly captured the key points:
Base monthly salary: ¥42,000Annual bonus: 4–12 months’ salaryPerformance bonusesTriple pay for holiday overtimeComprehensive benefits: six insurances, a housing fund, reimbursements, paid leave, holiday perks, meal and phone allowances...Her heart pounded as she hastily calculated on her desktop calculator.
Guaranteed annual income: ¥670,000. With excellent performance? Easily ¥1,000,000.
A seven-figure salary!
This was comparable to the earnings of high-level executives at Rongxin Venture Capital. Even someone like Gu Cheng, an investment manager, would only hit ¥500,000 in a good year.
As she absorbed the details, a deep blush spread across her cheeks. Pressing her thighs together tightly, she bolted for the restroom.
The surge of excitement and promise of wealth overwhelmed her to the point where she urgently needed a moment to compose herself.
Returning to her desk, Lin Muxue encountered Hao Yanping entering the office.
The woman, in her mid-twenties, wore a navy-blue business suit and heavy makeup. Her body language was brazen, exuding flirtation.
Hao Yanping glanced at Lin Muxue, who was holding her bag, and raised her brows.
"Xiao Xue, heading home for an early lunch break? That’s against company policy, you know. By the way, I just sent you a file on DingTalk. Print it and mail it to the client—the address and contact details are in the second attachment."
“Sorry, Xiao Ping, but I’ve already resigned.” Lin Muxue gave a faintly disdainful smile. “You just got back from traveling with Manager Xu? Must’ve been a tough trip.”
This Hao Yanping had joined the company alongside Lin Muxue in the administration department. Initially, they’d been friendly, at least on the surface.
But after Hao Yanping became Assistant to Xu Desheng, the marketing department manager, her true colors began to show. She’d frequently gone out of her way to create friction.
Lin Muxue could guess why.
Initially, Xu Desheng had wanted Lin Muxue as his assistant. With her stunning looks and figure, she was his top choice, and the promised benefits were tempting.
The implication was obvious to anyone with a brain—he wanted her as more than just an assistant.
When she turned him down, he’d approached Hao Yanping instead.
In a finance company full of beautiful women, temptation was rampant.
Xu Desheng, in his early forties, was tall, well-built, and ruggedly handsome. As a high-ranking executive, his maturity and charm made him popular among the women in the office.
Hao Yanping, unable to resist, willingly became his assistant. From then on, she’d seen Lin Muxue as a competitor and worked tirelessly to push her out.
This was why Lin Muxue had carefully crafted her “White Rich Beauty” persona in the company—it deflected a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Hearing Lin Muxue’s jab, Hao Yanping maintained a smile and replied casually, “It’s good you’ve thought it through. That’s great, really. Try to find something with more growth potential. Staying in reception for years is just handling deliveries and greeting visitors, after all.”
At that moment, a few colleagues who’d heard about her resignation gathered around.
“Muxue, why are you leaving all of a sudden?”
“Are you going back to inherit the family business, or did you find another job?”
Lin Muxue’s radiant smile lit up the room. Meeting Hao Yanping’s gaze, she said, “I’m changing careers, mostly to challenge myself. I didn’t want to waste any more time.
Starting tomorrow, I’ll be joining Slover (HK) Trust Company Limited as a Senior Secretary to the Trust Fund Committee.
Oh, by the way, while the company is international, they have a branch here in Yan City at Chengyuan Tower. They occupy the entire 29th floor.
I won’t be heading to the Hong Kong headquarters for now. I’ll be managing local committee affairs here in Yan City, so we can still meet up when we’re free.
And since it’s also a financial investment firm, who knows? Rongxin Venture Capital and Slover Trust might even collaborate someday.”
Her spoken English wasn’t great, and her accent was far from polished, but when she pronounced the company’s name—Slover Trust—it rolled off her tongue with remarkable fluency and a hint of reverence.
After all, she’d dreamed of this job for so long that she’d practically been chanting the name in her sleep.
The information hit her colleagues like a bombshell.
Hao Yanping’s face flushed red, then white, her emotions tumbling in chaos.
Still, she couldn’t entirely believe it. She’d seen Lin Muxue’s resume—just a diploma from a vocational school.
How could she possibly land a high-ranking role at an offshore trust company?
A male colleague from the Risk Control Department blurted out, “Slover Trust?”
Lin Muxue crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly. “Brother Zhan, you’ve heard of our company?”
Zhan Ge forced a stiff smile. “Our risk data is shared with theirs. Our chairman even visited their Trust Committee’s Director Qin.”
Lin Muxue’s eyes sparkled with recognition as she recalled what Qin Yingshuang had once told her:
"Oh, I’ve had a few interactions with Li Xinguo and worked with Rongxin Venture Capital before."
“Hmm.” Lin Muxue kept her expression calm, mimicking Qin Yingshuang’s tone from before as she replied casually, “Ah, Director Qin Yingshuang. Yes, she does know Chairman Li Xinguo, and they’ve collaborated in the past.”
While she didn’t know much about Qin Yingshuang’s true background, the fact that she could stand alongside Mo Xiangwan already spoke volumes.
Rongxin Venture Capital was already a powerhouse in Yan City, managing over ¥1 billion in funds.
It had been established by a group of local entrepreneurs to provide financing and credit risk assessment services to small and micro-enterprises. As chairman, Li Xinguo was indeed someone qualified to rub shoulders with a big name like Qin Yingshuang.
“Yeah, that’s her!” Zhan Ge’s eyes lit up, and his gaze toward Lin Muxue changed entirely.
In fact, the way everyone in the office looked at her shifted dramatically.
No matter how much Lin Muxue had built up her "White Rich Beauty" persona before, it had only left them thinking she came from a reasonably well-off family.
But suddenly leaping from a receptionist to an executive at a prestigious trust company—someone who could interact on equal footing with their chairman—that carried a whole new level of awe.
Hao Yanping clenched her fists tightly, lowering her head to avoid meeting Lin Muxue’s gaze.
Her nails dug into her palms as a mix of jealousy and fear coursed through her.
“All right, everyone,” Lin Muxue said, picking up her large tote bag, her eyes sweeping over the familiar faces of her colleagues. “Let’s catch up sometime. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.”
She felt a rush of emotions, her heart surging with exhilaration.
So this is what it feels like to pull off a flex. It’s amazing!
In the past, she’d lacked the confidence to back up her claims. Her bluster was little more than empty posturing.
But now, she was genuinely living her dream—financially savvy, earning a seven-figure salary, and holding a senior assistant role on a prestigious trust committee.
Though she hadn’t yet climbed to the top of the social ladder, this moment marked a pivotal step forward.
Her status now completely overshadowed those in this room.
“Xiao Ping, keep working hard,” Lin Muxue said, her gaze lingering on Hao Yanping for a moment, a touch of melancholy in her expression.
If she hadn’t resisted Xu Desheng’s temptations, she might’ve ended up just like Hao Yanping—compromising her principles for short-term gains.
If that had been the case, she wouldn’t have stood a chance with someone like Tang Song.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Muxue calmly walked through the crowd and out the office door.
For the first time, she felt an expansive sense of freedom, as if the vast ocean and endless skies were hers to explore.
Building B, Huayun Center - Light and Shadow Media
At a floor-to-ceiling window, Wen Ruan slowly lowered her phone, her gaze complicated as she looked out at the city below.
She had just gotten a call from her former university classmate, coworker, and roommate, Sun Simin, who was now in Beijing.
Sun Simin was getting married.
Their dorm had housed six women who had always been close.
Now, Wen Ruan was the only one still unmarried.
After graduating from Beijing Normal University, three of them had pursued graduate studies, one became a civil servant, and she and Sun Simin had entered the workforce.
Wen Ruan could still vividly recall those days.
She and Sun Simin had shared the master bedroom of a rented apartment in Jiugong, near the South Fifth Ring.
Each day, they transferred between two subway lines, getting off at Liangmaqiao Station on Line 10.
Breakfast was often a ¥5 jianbing guozi pancake bought along the way, eaten while walking to their company building.
Lunch was a ¥14 boxed meal from a nearby alley.
Many nights, they worked overtime until after 9 p.m., leaning against subway windows on the ride home, mulling over unfinished projects.
She’d endured that lifestyle for five years.
Initially, she had been ambitious, brimming with dreams for the future.
But a series of workplace setbacks, combined with toxic office politics, wore her down over time. Her health declined, her body changed, and emotional breakdowns became a regular occurrence.
Eventually, she left Beijing for the stability of Yan City, slowly rebuilding herself through travel, cycling, gaming, and fitness.
Sun Simin, however, had been luckier, landing a supportive boss who helped her rise to department director and find a capable, caring boyfriend.
Though wistful, Wen Ruan felt genuinely happy for her friend, who had finally found happiness.
“Wen Ruan! Wen Ruan!”
A voice called out from behind, pulling her back to reality.
She turned and smiled. “What’s up, Shasha?” This text is hosted at novelꜰire.net
Shasha pointed toward their manager’s office and whispered, “Director Ning wants to see you.”
“Got it.” Wen Ruan exhaled, composed herself, and walked toward the office.
Knock knock knock.
“Come in,” said a voice from inside.
Wen Ruan pushed open the door and smiled, “Director Ning, you were looking for me?”
“Take a seat,” Ning Song gestured warmly. “It’s good news. If I remember correctly, you worked in Beijing before, right?”
“Yes, for five years.”
“Well, our company’s Beijing branch just landed a massive project with a top domestic client. To show our commitment, headquarters wants to send a few key employees to assist for a few days.
“You’ve been with us for two years now and have performed consistently well. This is a great opportunity. If it goes smoothly, your position will be promoted to mid-level management. I’ll also recommend to the higher-ups that you be made a department supervisor.”
Wen Ruan froze momentarily, then asked, “When would I need to go?”
“The 21st, next Wednesday. Is that a problem?”
Wen Ruan pursed her lips before nodding. “No problem. I can go.”
The timing was serendipitous—it coincided perfectly with Sun Simin’s wedding.