Chapter 2 – Nine-to-Five With a Million-Yuan Salary

Back in the real world, Yan Dun had worked as a CEO’s secretary, and he’d been busy to death every single day.

But after arriving in the world of a domineering CEO novel, he discovered that he barely had to work at all!

There was no need to worry about business matters, because every decision the domineering CEO made was always correct and brilliant. The entire world revolved around the CEO. As long as you casually carried out his orders, success was guaranteed.

As the CEO’s secretary, all Yan Dun had to do every day was help emphasize how wise and mighty the CEO was.

He could finish a day’s work effortlessly, clock out exactly on time, and occasionally accompany the CEO to social engagements—which were always extremely high-end events.

In the real world, Yan Dun hated business socializing.

But in the world of CEO novels, socializing was awesome!

The places the domineering CEO frequented were all elegant, luxurious venues. Nobody shouted drunken nonsense or forced people to chug baijiu¹. Instead, there was soft music, graceful dancing, and glamorous people everywhere.

And unlike the real world—where most bosses at these events were greasy middle-aged men with beer bellies—the CEOs here were mostly devastatingly handsome young men.

As a gay man, Yan Dun found this very enjoyable.

Even if nothing could happen, just admiring handsome men was refreshing enough, wasn’t it?

There was another difference too.

In the real world, secretaries always felt awkward asking for raises, and raises were hard to get.

But here, when Yan Dun cautiously asked An Chi for a salary increase—

An Chi asked, “How much are you making now, and how much do you want?”

Yan Dun answered carefully, “Uh… I’m making thirty thousand now. Could I maybe get fifty thousand…?”

An Chi’s eyes widened.

“Are you looking down on me, An Chi?”

The domineering CEO waved a hand grandly.

“If my secretary isn’t earning at least a million a year, how am I supposed to face people?”

Yan Dun was instantly invigorated.

I will never secretly call my boss an idiot again.

Idiotic bosses are adorable!!!

And so, Yan Dun began living a nine-to-five life with a million-yuan annual salary.

He even started wondering:

Why was I so desperate to return to the real world and work exhausting 996² office hours while getting forced to drink liquor at business dinners?

An Chi said to him, “Are you satisfied with what you’ve seen?”

Looking at his thick paycheck, Yan Dun nodded furiously.

“President, you’re amazing!”

Soon, it was time to accompany the CEO to another social event.

This time it was a charity gala. The venue was filled with domineering CEOs and beautiful celebrities, and the food was exquisite—allowing Yan Dun to feast both his stomach and his eyes.

At the gala, glasses clinked everywhere.

Suddenly, Yan Dun’s eyes lit up.

The Mary Sue heroine had arrived!

He recognized her instantly because she was technically his “coworker.”

She had transmigrated here too.

Yan Dun could only sigh at how unfair fate was. He had transmigrated into a CEO novel as a miserable secretary, while she had transmigrated in as the universally adored heroine.

Her appearance could be summarized as:

“At first glance she looked like an ordinary girl, but she possessed a pair of unforgettable eyes.”

Classic old-school “plain-looking Mary Sue” style.

She looked ordinary, but her eyes were supposedly irresistible.

No matter how Yan Dun looked at her, he couldn’t see what was so captivating.

After thinking it over, he reached a conclusion:

Maybe it’s because I’m gay, so I can’t appreciate her unique feminine charm.

The heroine was dressed in a waitress uniform, clearly working part-time at the banquet.

She glanced around and immediately locked onto the domineering CEO’s location. Instantly, she performed a snake-like maneuver while carrying champagne and “accidentally” crashed into An Chi.

As expected, the wine spilled all over him.

Her eyes immediately filled with tears as she panicked.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

A “ding-dong” sounded in Yan Dun’s head.

The system prompted him:

“Please begin acting like a bully using your master’s power.”

Yan Dun immediately switched into lackey mode.

“Do you even know who my boss is? One outfit of his costs more than you could afford in a year without eating or drinking! Call your manager over!”

The heroine cried even harder, tears falling like pear blossoms in the rain.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I can’t lose this job!”

The manager hurried over and apologized repeatedly before turning to the heroine and snapping:

“You don’t need to come to work tomorrow!”

The heroine sniffled pitifully.

“But tomorrow’s Saturday… I wasn’t scheduled to work anyway…”

Yan Dun received another system prompt telling him to continue acting like a tyrannical lackey, but he’d already run out of lines.

So he could only repeat the system-provided dialogue template:

“Do you even know who my boss is? One outfit of his costs more than you could afford in a year without eating or drinking!”

The heroine internally rolled her eyes.

The same line again? Is this guy a broken record?

The heroine continued sobbing.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

Yan Dun internally rolled his eyes too.

The same line again? Is this Mary Sue a broken record too?

An Chi waved a hand.

“Forget it.”

The heroine and manager both looked as though they’d been pardoned from execution.

“Thank you, President An! Thank you, President An!”

The heroine temporarily exited the stage.

Yan Dun felt pretty pleased.

The heroine had now made an impression on the domineering CEO, meaning the plotline had officially begun. Nice, nice.

In a cheerful mood, Yan Dun picked up a glass of champagne and walked forward, humming happily to himself.

Then he accidentally bumped into someone.

The wine in his hand splashed all over the other person.

Yan Dun froze in confusion before hearing someone nearby point at him and say:

“Do you even know who my boss is? One outfit of his costs more than you could afford in a year without eating or drinking!”

Yan Dun blinked.

Why does that line sound strangely familiar?

The system’s voice rang inside his head:

“Plotline triggered. Customer, please begin tearful apologizing.”

Yan Dun: ????

The system repeated mechanically:

“Please begin tearful apologizing.”

Yan Dun thought frantically:

I can apologize, but how am I supposed to cry on command? Tears don’t just appear instantly!

System:

“Understood. Activating [Electric Shock Tear Induction].”

Yan Dun: ?!?!?!?!

At that moment, Yan Dun finally understood why his Mary Sue coworker had been able to cry instantly and tremble nonstop earlier.

He’d thought she was just an incredible actress!

Turns out she was being forced?!

So the system had this kind of asshole function too?!

A current surged rapidly through Yan Dun’s body. He was terrible with pain, and tears nearly burst from his eyes. His body trembled from the electricity, making him look utterly terrified.

His teeth chattered.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to!”

Only after speaking did Yan Dun finally have the strength to look up clearly at the other person.

Another sculpted, devastatingly handsome face.

Even though it was a formal gala, unlike everyone else wearing full suits, this man only wore a simple white dress shirt. The top three buttons were undone, giving him a casually sexy appearance—and that sexiness increased three or four levels after the shirt was soaked.

The damp white fabric clung to his chest, subtly outlining enticing muscle contours.

Yan Dun subconsciously swallowed.

This guy is way too handsome.

The CEO looked at him with an amused half-smile.

Meanwhile, the assistant beside him continued repeating mechanically:

“Do you even know who my boss is? One outfit of his costs more than you could afford in a year without eating or drinking!”

Yan Dun paused, then said:

“I know. This is President Hua, right? Actually… with my current salary, I probably could afford his outfit if I didn’t eat or drink for a year.”

After all, Yan Dun now earns a million annually.

That secretary sneered.

“So you do know President Hua. Then you deliberately crashed into him to scam him for attention? What are you supposed to be?”

“You’re the one asking what he is?”

An Chi’s voice rang out from behind Yan Dun.

“How dare you bully my people?”