novelraw Chapter 484: A Little Shock for Secretary Jin
Chapter 484: A Little Shock for Secretary Jin
Inside the spa room, wisps of aromatherapy smoke curled in the air.
Wen Ruan stood frozen, her eyes fixed on Jin Meixiao seated before her.
In that moment, countless images flashed through her mind.
That cold, stunning profile on the cover of TIME Magazine, the title “Goddess of Business” in financial news, the name ranked No.1 on the “World’s Most Influential Women” list, and the fleeting, elegant figure seen in trending videos.
Those once-distant, blurry images had now become a real person, right in front of her.
Even though she had mentally prepared herself many times before, the actual moment of meeting her left her shaken beyond words.
Aside from the confusion, shock, and curiosity about her relationship with Tang Song, what Wen Ruan felt most was a deep sense of awe.
If you took Tang Song out of the equation, she had no negative feelings toward Jin Meixiao at all.
After all, to the old Wen Ruan, this woman was like a star in the sky—far more elusive and dreamlike than Su Yu.
But now, because of Tang Song, they were meeting face to face.And deep inside, a kind of fear she couldn’t suppress began to take hold.
According to Su Yu, Director Jin was like the evil queen in a fairy tale.
Far less “righteous” than she looked on the outside—deeply scheming and terrifying, ruthless in her methods.
She’d isolated Su Yu from her social circle, restricted some of her resources, and applied constant psychological pressure, warning her repeatedly to stay away from Tang Song.
For Wen Ruan, none of the rest mattered—the part that scared her most was the last one.
The two women quietly stared at each other for quite some time.
Secretary Jin didn’t show any emotion. She simply gazed at Wen Ruan, her eyes calm as water yet unfathomably deep.
Wen Ruan finally began to regain her composure, doing her best to suppress her shock and unease as she opened her mouth with difficulty, “Director... Director Jin, hello.”
Her voice trembled slightly—clearly, her heart was still reeling.
“Hello, Wen Ruan. Please, have a seat.”
Secretary Jin’s voice was like a clear spring—gentle, pleasant, yet resolute in a way that left no room for refusal.
Wen Ruan hesitated, then slowly walked to the lounge chair next to her and sat down.
Secretary Jin waved her hand lightly, signaling the spa technician to step out, then slowly sat up straight.
The robe’s collar fell open slightly, revealing a sliver of snow-white collarbone—elegant and subtly sensual.
They were seated barely a meter apart.
Wen Ruan couldn’t help but look at that exquisite, beautiful face in front of her. Her first impression?
—Beautiful. Truly beautiful.
In terms of both aura and looks, she was easily on par with Su Yu.
Secretary Jin tilted her head slightly, lips parting, “You know who I am, right?”
Wen Ruan took a deep breath. “Of course I do. I’ve known about your achievements for a long time. I’ve always admired you. I’m truly surprised and honored to meet you here.”
No matter what the other person’s intentions were, saying something nice never hurt.
“That’s not what I meant.” Secretary Jin’s tone was still calm, but carried something deeper.
“Ah…” Wen Ruan immediately caught on and lowered her voice. “I’ve heard Su Yu mention your relationship with Tang Song, but I don’t know the details.”
“Su Yu.” When Secretary Jin said the name, a flicker of complex emotion passed through her eyes. “So, what do you think my relationship with Tang Song is?”
Wen Ruan’s gaze flickered. After a pause, she cautiously replied, “Are you... a couple?”
“A couple…” Secretary Jin repeated softly, then smiled. “That’s not exactly wrong, but it’s not entirely right either. My relationship with him is probably more complicated than you think.”
Wen Ruan’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. She clenched her fingers and felt her head go a little fuzzy.
So it’s f***ing true!
Jin Meixiao really is Tang Song’s woman?!
Only now did she finally dare to accept this absurd and ridiculous truth.
First Su Yu, then Liu Qingning, now Jin Meixiao?
She was going numb. But she had no intention of giving up her bottom line.
If she were asked to walk away from Tang Song right now, she really might lose her mind.
Thankfully, she was confident in the bond between her and Tang Song. Some things just couldn’t be faked.
Secretary Jin suddenly asked, “Wen Ruan, how long have you known Tang Song?”
Wen Ruan froze, then answered, “Not quite half a year.”
Secretary Jin nodded. “That’s not long, but not short either.”
Hearing that, Wen Ruan pressed her lips together. “It may not be long, but we’ve been through a lot... unforgettable things together.”
“Mm, I’ve heard a bit about you two.”
“Then... Director Jin, how long have you known Tang Song?”
Secretary Jin stood from the lounge chair. Her robe shifted slightly with her movement, revealing more skin that was smooth like jade.
She looked down at Wen Ruan, a flicker of complicated emotion in her gaze. “I first met him when he was eighteen. In the blink of an eye, more than seven years have passed.
From 2016 to 2023, he’s always been... a very special person. Someone who means a lot to me.
You’ve been around people like Mo Xiangwan, Luo Bin, Zheng Qiudong—you must have guessed a lot about him.
But what I want to say is, he’s far more complex and extraordinary than you can imagine.”
Wen Ruan listened, a quiet bitterness rising in her heart.
High school: Liu Qingning.
College: Jin Meixiao.
The emotions and experiences shaped by time were something she simply couldn’t compete with right now.
If she could, she too would’ve loved to meet the best version of him at the height of his youth.
Taking a deep breath, Wen Ruan tried to calm herself. “Director Jin, I understand there may be a deep bond between you and Tang Song. I’ve never tried to replace your place in his heart. I just… hope I can stay by his side.”
Upon hearing that, Secretary Jin suddenly smiled. “Heh. I think you’ve misunderstood me. Or maybe Su Yu’s been talking bad about me behind my back?”
Wen Ruan blinked in surprise. “No… Maybe it’s just me misreading things. I’m really sorry.”
She and Su Yu were close, so her instinct had been to defend her.
Secretary Jin gracefully settled back into her lounge chair, her posture elegant and relaxed. Her expression grew livelier.
There wasn’t a hint of hostility in her eyes—just a calm appreciation and curiosity.
“There’s no need for all the formalities. Just call me ‘you.’ I asked to meet you today because I wanted to talk—and officially get to know you.”
Wen Ruan let out a long breath. “Alright. Thank you, Director Jin.”
“No need to be so stiff. This meeting might’ve been a bit sudden—if it disrupted your day, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. It’s an honor.”
Secretary Jin chuckled. Her long, graceful legs crossed gently, and her eyes softened as she looked at Wen Ruan. “You must be feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. Just relax a bit. We’ll chat more over lunch.”
With that, she casually pressed the bedside call button.
A moment later, there was a knock at the door.
Two female spa therapists walked in with their heads slightly bowed, each holding a tray filled with various items.
They bowed politely, then each walked to one of the women.
Wen Ruan followed Secretary Jin and lay down on the massage bed.
She removed her robe, revealing a simple set of disposable underwear underneath.
She hesitated for a moment and glanced sideways toward Secretary Jin nearby, her eyes trembling slightly.
Goddmn, she really is a f**ing bug. A literal walking “female lead from a novel.”
Even though her figure wasn’t exaggerated, it was incredibly well-proportioned—perfect, even.
The soft yet tension-filled curves, the perfect touch of fullness—
And especially her skin, it was ridiculously flawless.
That tone between porcelain and peach, neither too pale nor dull, radiating a healthy translucence—like rose petals beneath fresh snow.
So smooth it was almost impossible to spot any imperfections. Touching it had to feel amazing.
It was hard to imagine that someone so famously workaholic could maintain herself this well. The only explanation had to be: born gifted.
A warm towel was placed on her arm. The technician, Xiao Li, dipped her fingers into just the right amount of essential oil and began the massage.
“Ms. Wen, you can relax a little more. That’ll help the results,” Xiao Li gently reminded her.
Wen Ruan hummed in response, adjusting her breathing to match the rhythm of the massage.
The scent of burning aromatherapy candles blended with the fragrance of essential oils, filling the air.
As the massage deepened, the comfort seeped from the surface to within, gradually releasing all the tension in her body.
At some point, Wen Ruan slowly closed her eyes, and her once-scattered thoughts began to clear.
She began to understand what Jin Meixiao’s real intention in meeting her today was.
It was about making her presence known.
Now that Wen Ruan had begun entering Tang Song’s inner circle, and would likely have future achievements in the business world,
Jin Meixiao—as the “official partner”—wanted to establish her authority and position early.
Wen Ruan found it ironically amusing. Who would’ve thought a “goddess” like her could have that kind of mindset too?
Tang Song, that bastard, really was something.
………
The entire process lasted over an hour.
The technicians stepped aside and respectfully handed over warm, damp towels for the two women to wipe down.
Secretary Jin sat up, adjusted the collar of her robe, and looked at Wen Ruan with a gentle smile. “How do you feel?”
“Great. Thank you,” Wen Ruan answered quickly, her voice now completely calm.
“It’s already noon. Let’s head to lunch.” Secretary Jin stood and headed toward the door.
Wen Ruan followed closely behind with a spring in her step.
Back in the changing room, she changed into her own clothes.
When she came out again, she saw Jin Meixiao dressed in full professional attire.
A silk chiffon blouse, paired with a pencil skirt and heels—the standard “Director Jin” look. Elegant and fashionable to the core.
Secretary Jin glanced at Wen Ruan and gave her a subtle nod and smile.
They took the elevator straight to the top floor of the club. A carved wooden door slowly opened to reveal a private room with luxurious yet understated décor. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ noveⅼfire.net
Once seated, a server entered and began bringing out the dishes one by one.
Each plate was beautifully arranged—works of art on porcelain.
Steamed fish head with chopped chili, clay pot steamed cured meats, stir-fried chili pork...
“I heard you like Hunan cuisine,” Secretary Jin said softly, eyes full of warmth. “This chef is from Hunan Province, brought in specially for you. I hope you enjoy it.”
“W-wow—thank you… I mean, thank you for being so thoughtful.” Wen Ruan was overwhelmed.
“I told you, no need to be so formal between us.” Secretary Jin picked up her chopsticks, elegantly picked up a piece of fish, and placed it in Wen Ruan’s bowl. “Try it.”
Wen Ruan took the bowl, whispered a soft “thank you,” and took a bite.
The fish was tender and smooth, the sour and spicy flavor from the chopped chili bursting across her tongue. Absolutely delicious.
And more than anything—this dish had been served to her by Jin Meixiao.
There weren’t many people in the world who could say the same.
“It’s amazing—easily the best I’ve ever had!”
Secretary Jin smiled with satisfaction and began chatting with Wen Ruan.
From the evolution of Hunan cuisine, to current trends in the media industry, to the latest health-conscious eating habits trending in fitness circles—
Her breadth of knowledge was astounding. No matter the topic, she could speak with clarity, logic, and fluency—every word polished and graceful.
It wasn’t a one-sided conversation either. Whenever Wen Ruan shared her views, Secretary Jin was quick to follow up with just the right responses.
The way they communicated not only brought them closer, but also made Wen Ruan feel an unprecedented sense of comfort.
She even started to feel that Jin Meixiao was a very considerate friend—someone who understood her interests, social habits, and work.
As the meal neared its end, the server brought in a few light, delicate desserts.
Wen Ruan cut a small piece of lotus paste cake and placed it on Secretary Jin’s plate.
Secretary Jin took a bite and smiled charmingly. “Thank you.”
Knock knock knock— came a soft knock on the private room door.
“Come in.”
Next, Shangguan Qiuya entered, dressed in a tailored women’s suit. “Director Jin, Ms. Wen.”
Secretary Jin waved a hand, and Shangguan Qiuya quickly walked over to Wen Ruan, placing a folder in front of her.
Wen Ruan blinked. “This is…?”
Secretary Jin set down her chopsticks. “Since this is our first meeting, I’ve prepared a little something for you. It also aligns with Tang Song’s plans for you. Take a look.”
Wen Ruan let out a small breath and opened the folder, her expression quickly turning to stunned disbelief.
A monthly columnist seat in the Digital Marketing section, where she could freely share her marketing insights—perfect for building industry recognition.
In mid-October, Fortune Magazine would feature her in a globally distributed “CEO Special.”
Wen Ruan licked her lips, feeling a little emotional.
Tang Song had mentioned that her next major goal was to expand her high-end network and build a name in the industry.
At the end of the day, people lived for two things: fame and fortune. No one could really escape that.
She’d been in media for years—of course she had ambitions.
She’d planned to move slowly, but Director Jin was clearly handing her a fast pass.
Flipping to the last few pages, a black-and-gold card appeared—with an introduction below.
Her English was excellent, and it didn’t take long for her to understand what it was.
A custom credit card jointly issued by Kate Private Bank and Amex Centurion.
Below it, one line stood out in bold: No Pre-set Spending Limit.
Her face flushed red.
She understood what that meant. Based on current credit evaluations, the cardholder’s spending was essentially unrestricted.
Of course, the bank would assess the cardholder’s credit and asset profile and assign a risk control cap—
If purchases exceeded that cap, identity confirmation and other verifications would be required.
Wen Ruan looked up at Secretary Jin. “Director Jin, this credit card is…?”
“Oh,” Secretary Jin smiled calmly, “it’s linked to my personal account. You don’t need to worry about repayments. It’s just for your convenience—when you travel or go on business globally.”
Wen Ruan’s breath hitched, her voice trembling, “T-this… this isn’t appropriate. I can’t accept it.”
She quickly closed the folder and placed it neatly aside, sitting there obediently—but inside, her mind was a complete mess.
A credit card linked to Jin Meixiao’s personal account? That limit must be sky-high.
Which meant—
Even if she wanted to buy a private jet… she could swipe it.
This was f**ing insane. Holy sh*t.
This is unbelievable.
Compared to Tang Song and Su Yu… this Director Jin—
She’s more like trying to sponsor her!
Secretary Jin’s voice was soft and gentle. “I mean no harm. Tang Song knows about this, and he won’t blame you.”
“That’s not the reason,” Wen Ruan shook her head firmly, her expression serious. “I really can’t accept this. I think you might’ve misunderstood me.”
Taking a deep breath, she continued,
“My feelings for Tang Song are sincere. I accepted the Slover Trust not because I’m trying to replace anyone, but to ease my parents’ worries. I want them to know that even if I don’t get married in the future, I’ll still have the ability to provide for myself and ensure their peace of mind.
As for the trust dividends, I haven’t touched a single cent.
My current salary and benefits are more than enough to support the lifestyle I want. I’m very content.
Thank you for your kindness, Director Jin, but I really can’t accept this card.”
Secretary Jin stared at her for a moment, then a radiant smile bloomed on her face, a glint of admiration flashing in her eyes.
“Alright then. I’ll hold onto the card for now—maybe we’ll revisit the idea later.
But I believe you understand what I meant. I hold no hostility toward you, and I do hope we can find a good way to get along in the future.”
“I understand.” Wen Ruan nodded, the knot in her chest finally loosening.
This meeting had gone much smoother than she’d imagined.
And Director Jin didn’t seem nearly as scary as Su Yu had described. In fact, she was rather friendly—and quite interesting.
Shangguan Qiuya took the folder and exited the private room.
The two women chatted casually for a bit longer.
Then Secretary Jin gently tapped her fingers on the table and said suddenly,
“Actually, there’s something very important I need to talk to you about.”
“What is it?” Wen Ruan’s heart skipped a beat. She straightened her back, looking a little nervous.
If something could be called “very important” by Director Jin, it had to be huge.
“Wen Ruan, I know you’re in excellent shape. You work out regularly, and you're currently in the peak stage of female desire, but…”
Secretary Jin leaned in slightly, lips pursed, her expression serious and composed.
“Excessive… indulgence is a huge burden for Tang Song. I don’t want to see him relying on medication at such a young age. I’m genuinely concerned about his health.”
Wen Ruan’s face flushed crimson in an instant. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Heavens, she’d never been more wrongly accused in her life!
Sure, at first she had thought about wearing him out so he couldn’t bother other women.
But later, she realized—
That damn man was an absolute pervert!
Every time he’d torment her till she was barely alive, making her say all kinds of filthy things, pulling all kinds of wild moves…
The next morning she couldn’t even get out of bed with all her back pain, and meanwhile, Tang Song would be full of energy, ready to drag her into morning training, front or back, didn’t matter!
And now someone was saying she was “draining” him?
Is there no justice?! No f***ing law?!
Even if you’re Jin Meixiao—you can’t frame someone like this!
“Director Jin, I think you’ve seriously misunderstood him!” Wen Ruan couldn’t help raising her voice, a mix of grievance and disbelief bubbling up.
Secretary Jin raised her brows slightly. “Oh? What do you mean?”
“We’re all adults here, so let’s just be direct—it’s better that way. Tang Song is nothing like what you think. He’s extremely… extremely vigorous. In fact, I can barely keep up with him sometimes.”
Then, Wen Ruan lowered her voice and started spilling some of their bedroom secrets—venting about Tang Song’s special kinks.
To her, Jin Meixiao kind of felt like “one of us” now. She and her besties would always roast their boyfriends about this stuff. No big deal.
Of course, the main reason was:
She, Zhuangzhuang, had taken enough of the blame.
Not today. This time, she was not taking the fall.
“Wait, what…”
Secretary Jin’s eyelids trembled slightly. Her lips parted, revealing her soft tongue and neat white teeth—making her look surprisingly… adorable.
Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment, then just went all in.
She threw her hands up and concluded frankly,
“Anyway—just try him once, you’ll see.”
At that, Secretary Jin’s body jolted ever so slightly.
A rosy blush swept across her face, quickly spreading to her cheeks, ears, and even her neck.
She bowed her head slightly and took a sip of tea.
By the time she looked up again, her face had returned to normal.
“…I was just giving you a reminder.”
Her lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile.
……
2:00 PM.
Wen Ruan shook hands with Secretary Jin and said goodbye.
After this exchange, the relationship between them had clearly become much more relaxed.
As Wen Ruan exited the club, Shangguan Qiuya personally walked her out.
They didn’t speak much along the way, until just before parting.
Shangguan suddenly stopped and said seriously,
“Wen Ruan, there’s something you should know. Director Jin treats you very differently from others.
For example, those contracts and the Centurion card—you’re the first to receive them, and also the one with the best terms.
Even Liu Qingning never got that kind of treatment.”
“When you were having trouble at Light and Shadow Media, Director Jin was furious.
She had Jingwu Capital start talks with them, planning to resolve everything for you.
But then Miss Su Yu suddenly intervened and disrupted her arrangement.”
Wen Ruan froze slightly, emotions stirring inside her.
“…I understand. Thank you, Assistant Shangguan.”
Shangguan Qiuya nodded. “Mm. Drive safe. If you ever run into any trouble or issues, feel free to contact me directly. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
As the Audi RS6 disappeared around the corner, Shangguan Qiuya revealed a thoughtful smile.
She hadn’t interacted much with Wen Ruan before, but she could tell what kind of person she was.
Very principled. Very composed.
She might look direct on the surface, but she clearly understood how to weigh pros and cons.
Shangguan believed she would make the right choice.
Back inside the club, Shangguan Qiuya walked to the private room and gently knocked, then stepped in.
“Director Jin, Wen Ruan has left.”
“Mm,” Secretary Jin responded absentmindedly, lazily reclining on the sofa with her eyes half-closed.
For her, the most shocking takeaway from today…
Was learning about some of Tang Song’s special preferences.
Like how—he spanks during sex?
Or how he makes Wen Ruan call him “Daddy?”
This completely shattered her previous understanding of Tang Song.
She couldn't help but wonder…
Would it hurt?
Shangguan Qiuya quietly stared at the goddess in front of her, eyes full of admiration and longing.
At this moment, Director Jin looked completely at peace, as if no chaos in the world could disturb her.
The elegance and dignity radiating from her was what every woman dreamed of becoming.
Just then, Jin Meixiao’s voice, now with a hint of seriousness, rang out.
“Shangguan.”
“Yes!”
“…Get me a few sets of… special outfits.”
Shangguan blinked, puzzled. “Special outfits? You mean…”
“Lingerie.”
“Ah!” Shangguan’s eyes widened. She almost lost her composure.
“You got a problem with that?”
Jin Meixiao raised an eyebrow and shot her a warning look.
“N-no, not at all!”