novelraw Chapter 315: I Was Once Assistant to Director Jin
Chapter 315: I Was Once Assistant to Director Jin
Chengyuan Tower, Reception Area
"Hey, Ziqi, are you even listening to me?" her coworker grumbled. "This is a big deal! Why do you seem so unconcerned?"
Zhang Ziqi tilted her head and grinned. "Heh, I’m not worried. I’ve got someone backing me!"
"Seriously?" The coworker leaned closer and whispered, "Ziqi, do you already have a backup plan lined up?"
"Not yet, but if I ask, it’ll be a done deal!" Zhang Ziqi replied confidently, her lips curving into a sly smile as she refocused on her phone.
In her friends’ chat group:
[Zhuangzhuang]: {Red Envelope}
[Zhuangzhuang]: "@Ziqi, I’m almost at Chengyuan Tower. Hurry to the entrance and greet your queen properly!"
Zhang Ziqi moved swiftly, claiming the red envelope worth 200 yuan in an instant.
Her face lit up with excitement as she replied, "On my way!"After sending the message, she informed her coworker and hurried to the building entrance.
Her heart raced.
That morning, her bestie Wen Ruan had dropped two major bombshells in their group chat, leaving both Zhang Ziqi and Hu Mingli stunned:
Xingyun International Group had acquired Guangying Media outright. Under Tang Song’s arrangement, Wen Ruan, as the group’s representative, had been appointed the company’s new president.Chengyuan Tower’s 29th floor housed Slover Trust, which had deep ties to Tang Song. Wen Ruan had become a beneficiary of the family trust established there, though the specific amount was undisclosed.This was a true leap in social class. Her close friend had suddenly risen to the ranks of the elite.
Hu Mingli, the self-appointed “matchmaker,” had been yelling in the chat all morning, while Wen Ruan generously distributed red envelopes nonstop. In less than an hour, Zhang Ziqi’s WeChat balance had grown by 6,000 yuan.
Recently, Zhang Ziqi had been feeling uneasy.
She currently worked as a receptionist in the building’s property service department. However, rumors suggested the company wanted to "refresh" its image by hiring younger employees, including reception and customer service staff, to improve the tower’s overall appearance.
At 29 years old, she was directly in the line of fire. Despite her best efforts to maintain her looks, there was no competing with girls in their early 20s.
Her job wasn’t great to begin with—most receptionists didn’t last past their early 30s. She had been contemplating a career change but hesitated, caught in her comfort zone and doubting her abilities.
Now, with her bestie’s meteoric rise, her anxiety finally eased. She wouldn’t even need to ask Tang Song for help. With a friend who was a media company president, finding a job would be the least of her concerns.
The three had already joked in their chat group about riding Wen Ruan’s coattails and living the high life.
But Wen Ruan had actually made it happen.
"Ziqi, what are you daydreaming about? You’re grinning like a creep," came a familiar voice.
“Nothing, nothing!” Zhang Ziqi looked up quickly and turned around with a smile. "Welcome, Empress Zhuangzhuang! All hail the mighty Zhuangzhuang!"
Her gaze froze as she took in Wen Ruan’s appearance.
Wen Ruan was wearing a deep purple dress with a luxurious texture that perfectly outlined her curvaceous figure. Her flawless skin was radiant, her features accentuated with exquisite makeup.
It had only been ten days since they’d last met, but it felt like she had transformed—her energy was vibrant, almost youthful.
The sparkling diamond necklace she wore added a touch of elegance and nobility, while her voluptuous figure exuded undeniable allure.
"What’s the matter? Don’t recognize me?" Wen Ruan teased, tossing her wavy hair playfully, her mature and captivating aura on full display.
Zhang Ziqi swallowed hard, her face full of admiration. "No wonder you’re a company president now. Your aura is on another level—it’s even more commanding than our boss's."
"Haha," Wen Ruan chuckled, patting her friend on the back. "Alright, let’s get you checked in. Lead the way. And don’t call me Zhuangzhuang here—I’m a respectable woman now."
Zhang Ziqi grabbed Wen Ruan’s arm affectionately. "As you wish, Madam!" She leaned closer and whispered mischievously, "President Tang’s little sweetheart, heh."
Wen Ruan covered her mouth and laughed. "I like that title. I might just change my group nickname to it later."
"Tsk, tsk. Having a man really changes things. Look at your glowing skin—married life must be treating you well," Zhang Ziqi teased.
“Hmph, you wouldn’t believe how well,” Wen Ruan said, biting her full lips, her eyes brimming with playful joy.
With her dashing, six-pack-toting, and playful billionaire boyfriend, she was utterly smitten.
They entered the bright elevator lobby, passing curious glances from passersby. Wen Ruan remained calm and composed, focusing on her visit to the trust company.
Her main purpose today was to see the family trust Tang Song had established and to coordinate with the rights services team for her grandmother’s private medical arrangements.
What truly set her mind at ease, however, was Su Yu’s unexpected kindness—especially regarding the acquisition of Yanbei Printing Factory.
It meant that even if Su Yu became Tang Song’s wife in the future, Wen Ruan, as the “mistress,” wouldn’t face hostility.
Besides, if it were Su Yu, Wen Ruan could accept being second best.
The elevator opened on the 29th floor, and they stepped into the corridor.
Zhang Ziqi tugged Wen Ruan’s sleeve and pointed toward one direction. "It’s that company over there. They moved into Chengyuan Tower last year. From what I’ve heard, it’s a top-notch financial firm."
“Got it, Ziqi. You can head back now. I’ll handle it from here,” Wen Ruan replied, her eyes fixed ahead.
The office doors were open, revealing a sophisticated reception area with sleek counters and a stylish white logo wall. It left a strong first impression.
As Zhang Ziqi prepared to leave, the elevator dinged softly.
A tall, elegant woman stepped out, wearing a dark gray business suit with a pencil skirt. Black stiletto heels clicked against the floor, and her long, slender legs were on full display.
Holding a work ID, Lin Muxue froze slightly upon seeing Wen Ruan and Zhang Ziqi before her.
Her lips parted slightly in surprise.
Having seen Wen Ruan’s ID copy during the trust contract process, Lin Muxue immediately recognized her.
It was the first time they’d met in person.
While her appearance was ordinary enough, her figure was absurdly striking—ample curves, a slim waist, and a mature, sensual allure.
But Lin Muxue quickly composed herself. After leaving the presidential suite that morning, she had called the Porsche dealership to confirm the details of her new car:
A 2023 Carrera 4S 3.0T.
With a sticker price of 1.57 million yuan (before options), the actual cost easily exceeded 1.6 million.
With such a luxury car in her name, Lin Muxue felt any lingering jealousy toward Wen Ruan dissipate.
Her love for Tang Song overflowed.
After all, a great figure was nice, but Lin Muxue and her friend Zhao Yaqian weren’t far behind—and she knew she had a better "burn rate" to match!
Chengyuan Tower Lobby
Click-clack, click-clack—high heels struck the marble floor as Lin Muxue walked confidently up to Wen Ruan and Zhang Ziqi. Her smile was poised as she stopped in front of them.
Meeting Wen Ruan’s gaze, Lin Muxue extended her hand and said politely, “Hello, Ms. Wen Ruan. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Lin Muxue, an assistant to the Trust Committee.”
“Hello, Assistant Lin,” Wen Ruan replied, giving her hand a light shake while discreetly sizing her up.
Lin Muxue had a sharp, well-defined face with striking features, enhanced by heavy makeup. Her presence was lively and exuded a commanding aura—she looked every bit like the antagonistic second female lead in a Korean drama.
An assistant to the Trust Committee? Wen Ruan mused. Isn’t that essentially Tang Song’s assistant? And she’s dressed this flamboyantly?
Hehe. Little brother Tang, you really know how to play the game.
Wen Ruan’s perceptive mind quickly picked up on the subtle expressions and small movements Lin Muxue had made upon seeing her. It was enough to hint that something was off.
The two women exchanged pleasantries for a moment before Lin Muxue led Wen Ruan inside.
Watching their backs disappear down the corridor, Zhang Ziqi blinked thoughtfully. There was something peculiar about the atmosphere between those two.
Opening her WeChat app, she snapped a photo of the pair and sent it to Tang Song with the caption:
“President Tang, your little sweetheart just visited the trust company at Chengyuan Tower. I escorted her in, and Assistant Lin received her. Just letting you know.”
Though Wen Ruan and Tang Song were clearly a couple now, Zhang Ziqi had gathered enough hints to recognize that Tang Song was, without a doubt, a “master of time management.”
Otherwise, Wen Ruan wouldn’t have hesitated or backed off so many times in the past.
Still, this situation meant that her role as a “double agent” held value, and she could continue to benefit—occasionally pocketing a red envelope or two.
As she stepped into the elevator, her phone pinged with a new message.
[Tang Song]: "Got it. By the way, Sister Ziqi, you’re in Chengyuan Tower’s property management department, right?"
Zhang Ziqi’s heart skipped a beat as she sensed an opportunity.
She quickly typed back:
"Yes, but I’m 29 already and thinking of switching careers. I’ll probably leave this job soon."
Hitting send, she couldn’t stop her hands from trembling slightly.
The elevator moved up and down, but Tang Song’s reply didn’t come. Worried it was a signal issue, Zhang Ziqi exited onto a random floor and waited anxiously.
A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as she stood in the hallway, fiddling with her phone. As a seasoned office worker, she knew when to seize opportunities.
Sure, Wen Ruan was a company president now and could probably help her land a job in administrative management at a media company. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel✦fire.net
But Tang Song? He was a true capitalist with power that could fundamentally change her life.
Now wasn’t the time to hold back. Even the slightest chance was worth grabbing.
Her phone finally pinged.
[Tang Song]: "It’s good to plan ahead. Zhang Ziqi, are you interested in the hotel industry? It’s somewhat related to your current field."
Zhang Ziqi’s pulse raced. She immediately replied via voice-to-text:
"I’m absolutely interested! When I first started working, I was in a four-star hotel in Yan City. After a few career changes, I ended up here at Chengyuan Tower."
[Tang Song]: "That’s great. I’m currently looking for a few trusted people for my hotel. You can consider which department you’d like to join—lobby, housekeeping, dining, or marketing."
Thump-thump-thump! Zhang Ziqi’s cheeks flushed with excitement.
It’s true—when one person rises, so do those around them!
Her best friend’s boyfriend had casually flipped her entire career trajectory.
Walking a few steps in the hallway to calm herself, Zhang Ziqi tapped her forehead lightly and typed back:
"I’ll leave it to you, President Tang. Wherever you need me, I’ll go! By the way, is the hotel in Yan City? Even if it’s elsewhere, I’d be willing to try!"
[Tang Song]: "It’s in Yan City—Lanfeng International Hotel."
Boom! Zhang Ziqi’s mind went blank for a moment, her mouth opening and closing silently.
After a long pause, another message appeared:
[Tang Song]: "I think you’d be a good fit for the marketing department. It involves brand promotion, and there’s a chance you’ll collaborate with Guangying Media later. Since you’re friends with Wen Ruan, working together should be seamless."
Zhang Ziqi’s hands trembled as she replied,
"President Tang, please just call me Ziqi or Xiao Zhang. I’ll start my resignation process immediately!"
Romantic French Restaurant
Clink! The sound of wine glasses meeting filled the air.
A tangy, fragrant red wine slid over Xie Shuyu’s lips as she savored the taste, her expression languid.
After a pause, she remarked, “Your school’s summer vacation starts tomorrow. Nearly 50 carefree days—I envy you.”
“Heh. I plan to travel around the country and catch up with old friends,” Jiang Yourong said, setting down her glass. Noticing the tired look in Shuyu’s eyes, she added, “You know, you could take it easy too.
"Shimmer Coffee has always aimed for a premium business model. Why not stick to managing your own little corner of the market instead of making things so hard for yourself?"
Xie Shuyu shook her head lightly and took another sip of wine. “It’s not that simple. With the economic downturn, we’re seeing consumption downgrades, changing consumer habits, and the rise of cost-effective chains like Luckin and Cotti Coffee. Shimmer Coffee is already in decline.
"If I can’t make significant changes, we’ll have to start closing stores by next year.”
Jiang Yourong looked surprised. “Is it really that bad?”
“It’s very serious,” Shuyu replied with a nod. “The market has shifted. People are tightening their belts, and business is getting harder.”
Shuyu had started Shimmer Coffee’s first location in 2017 during an economic boom. The premium business café concept was thriving at the time.
With strong supply chain connections and excellent management, she expanded to four stores within two years.
By 2021, Shimmer Coffee had eight locations across Yan City’s major CBDs. Along the way, she had cashed out some shares, taken on two partners, and earned a considerable fortune.
She bought a home in Shengyuan Scenic Residence, a BMW 7 Series, and ensured her parents in the countryside lived comfortably. Her personal assets, excluding company shares, approached 10 million yuan.
But in the past two years, market shifts and intensified competition had brought growth to a standstill.
Shimmer Coffee’s prime locations and upscale decor came with high costs, leaving it unable to compete on price. Many loyal customers had turned to affordable, smaller-scale coffee shops, including long-term corporate clients.
Seeing the unyielding ceiling ahead, Shuyu knew Shimmer Coffee was approaching a breaking point.
Unwilling to give up on years of hard work, she had decided to fight back by seeking funding and diversifying.
Her plan involved splitting the brand into two types:
Premium business cafés with enriched offerings.Smaller community-focused retail locations.With Shimmer Coffee’s local reputation and established partnerships, the plan was feasible—but it required a significant financial investment.
High investment comes with high risk.
Individual investors are often deterred, while institutional funding is notoriously hard to secure.
Take Tiancheng Capital, for example, which was currently conducting due diligence on Shuyu’s plan.
With years of experience in consumer investments, Tiancheng had its own strict rules and logic.
Signing a betting agreement was non-negotiable, and they also demanded stock repurchase clauses.
This was the primary reason the other two shareholders of Shimmer Coffee were so vehemently opposed. The company’s bylaws clearly stated that they only held rights to dividends, not decision-making power. Frustrated, they had filed a lawsuit against Xie Shuyu in retaliation.
"Shuyu," Jiang Yourong said softly, “I think you’ve already achieved financial freedom. Is it really necessary to push yourself this hard?”
“I’m just not willing to give up,” Shuyu replied with a sigh. “And besides, it’s only relative freedom. I’m still far from being truly wealthy.”
“Fair enough,” Yourong conceded with a faint smile. “I’m in no position to lecture you.”
“Oh, by the way,” Shuyu said, “Yu Sicheng is coming to Yan City for business tomorrow. Let’s all get together in the evening—are you free?”
Yourong blinked, a knowing expression dawning on her face. “Ah, so that’s why you’re treating me to this fancy dinner! You’re so transparent.”
“Don’t put it like that. We’re all alumni, and it’s rare to meet up in Yan City,” Shuyu said with an unusually playful look.
“Spare me,” Yourong teased. “You just don’t want to be alone with him because it feels too romantic. But since he’s your coffee supplier, you can’t outright reject him. You’re dragging me along to be the third wheel, aren’t you?”
The two women, who had been university classmates, had reconnected after returning to Yan City to work and start their businesses.
Their friendship was close, with Yourong often helping Shuyu secure corporate clients for her coffee business.
They bantered back and forth, and the atmosphere lightened considerably.
After a moment, Shuyu turned to Yourong and asked curiously, “Be honest—do you regret leaving Smile Holdings?”
Yourong paused, then shook her head with a wistful smile. “It would be a lie to say I don’t regret it. I truly didn’t expect Smile Holdings to grow so explosively, nor did I anticipate Director Jin’s brilliance.”
She clinked glasses with Shuyu and continued, a touch of nostalgia in her tone, “And to think, I was once Director Jin’s assistant. If I hadn’t left because of work stress, you might be trembling in awe when you see me today, haha.”
After finishing her master’s degree, Yourong had unexpectedly landed a job at the then-newly founded Smile Investments (now Smile Holdings).
At the time, the company already had significant funding and scale but was still an emerging capital firm—not the behemoth it is today.
Director Jin Meixiao, a paragon of brilliance, had left a lasting impression on Yourong with her capabilities, intellect, and demeanor, which only highlighted the disparities in the world.
What Yourong hadn’t foreseen was that after she left to pursue her PhD, Smile Holdings would grow into its current monstrous form.
If she could have seen the future, she’d never have quit—even if someone threatened her life. Being Jin Meixiao’s assistant was a coveted opportunity, one that countless people dreamed of.
If she had stuck it out for a few years, she might have been promoted to a director role at one of Smile Holdings’ subsidiaries by now.
Shuyu chuckled. “I’d love to meet this legendary Director Jin. I want to see what kind of person she is.”
“She’s absolutely extraordinary,” Yourong said with a playful smirk, taking a bite of foie gras. “But as it happens, she does own property here in Yan City. She bought it back in 2016. Who knows? You might bump into her on the street one day.”
“Oh? Where is her property?”
“Yanjing Huating. I don’t know the exact address, though—I only worked for her for six months.”