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" Beep...beep...beep..." Dressed
flamboyantly, Chen Xin was painting her nails at the company reception desk when the phone rang. She carefully picked it up, afraid of ruining her freshly painted nails.
"Hello..." Chen Xin used every breath to say "hello," because she had recently read Liu Yong's book, *The Charm of Speaking*, which mentioned in the chapter on speaking techniques that using more breath, fewer words, and a softer voice makes a greater impression on the listener, conveying more emotion in just one or two simple words.
(Has anyone had this experience: calling a company and the operator only answers "hello," and you feel a sense of gentleness, friendliness, and good manners? Chen Xin's "hello" had that effect.)
The person on the other end of the line clearly paused before speaking: "Chen Xin, go home early and prepare. I'm taking you to meet a client tonight." It was a deep, resonant middle-aged male voice. Chen Xin recognized the voice as belonging to her boss.
"Boss, I'm just a receptionist." "Chen Xin said decisively.
"Seven o'clock, I'll pick you up downstairs. Dress elegantly; Mr. Jiang, whom you're meeting tonight, doesn't like shallow, uncultured women." The boss didn't allow Chen Xin to refuse and hung up. After putting the phone away, Chen Xin glared resentfully at her bag in her drawer, wondering what her boss was up to.
Just as Chen Xin was hesitating whether to knock on the door of her boss's office, his secretary came over, looking apologetic. "Chen Xin, I'm sorry, I was supposed to go to the boss's social event tonight, but something came up, so..." "So you recommended me to the boss, right?" Chen Xin had long disliked this so-called secretary. Every day, she dressed like a hostess, her tasteless, revealing clothes, her heavily made-up makeup, and the mosquito-killing perfume all irritating Chen Xin. How could someone like this be a secretary? Was she some kind of exceptionally skilled woman? Chen Xin replied curtly.
"There's nothing I can do," the hostess-like secretary rudely picked up the mirror Chen Xin had placed on the table and started looking at herself. Chen Xin was furious. She snatched the mirror back from the secretary and said, "I need to go home and get ready. Don't waste my time, thank you." "
Damn it, even a lowly secretary who only knows how to flaunt her figure dares to look down on me!" Chen Xin felt a pang of resentment and unknowingly returned home. A wicked thought sprouted in her mind. "If you mess with me, Chen Xin, I'll make sure you can't even be a secretary anymore!" Then she crawled into the closet and began to prepare herself.
Seven o'clock. Right on time, a car horn sounded downstairs. Chen Xin turned around in front of the full-length mirror, gave a charming wink,
and went downstairs with great satisfaction. Seeing the look in her boss's eyes, Chen Xin knew that her outfit was perfect for tonight. "Boss, drive carefully." Chen Xin noticed that her boss kept glancing at her while driving, ignoring the road conditions. Her boss blushed with embarrassment. Chen Xin smiled and said, "Boss, do you think I look beautiful tonight?"
"Hmm, beautiful. You're a real beauty when you're dressed up." "Seeing the slightly awkward atmosphere in the car, the boss deliberately spoke to Chen Xin in a teasing tone. Chen Xin, of course, understood that the boss wanted to ease the tension, so she cooperated perfectly: 'Am I usually ugly?' she said, even pretending to be angry. 'Hahaha…' Unexpectedly, the boss's laughter was hearty: 'I really haven't noticed you usually.' Chen Xin turned her head away angrily, this time not pretending.
This only made the boss happier, and his mind started wandering. The car quickly arrived at the place where she had arranged to meet the client. A very high-class restaurant. Standing on the thick red carpet, Chen Xin, wearing high heels, felt a little unsteady, so she blinked her bright eyes at the man beside her. The boss smiled, very gentlemanly, and bent his hand, indicating that she could take his arm, which Chen Xin readily accepted. She deliberately moved closer to the boss. At this moment, Chen Xin had no idea that the boss's secretary, who looked like a hostess, was following behind..." Behind them, someone snapped a few photos with a camera, deliberately choosing angles that looked quite suggestive.
The casual dinner party became much more lively with Chen Xin's presence; her beauty and poise earned her many points with the boss. Chen Xin was also happy, because tonight's dinner wasn't as indecent as depicted in movies and television. The boss had only brought her along to avoid the awkwardness of two grown men eating alone without discussing business.
Meanwhile, at home, the boss's wife, looking at the photos taken by the secretary, gritted her teeth and asked the secretary sharply, "Who is that woman next to your boss?!" The secretary feigned fear: "She...she's our company's new receptionist. The boss was supposed to take me to today's social event, but then he said I didn't need to go. I thought it was strange, so I secretly followed them..."
Chen Xin woke up to a bright and sunny morning and arrived at the company in a good mood. However, even before she reached the company, many strange eyes were fixed on her. Chen Xin took out a mirror to check her face; there was nothing dirty. So she continued walking towards the company. But the closer she got, the more intense the gazes became on her. Chen Xin was very annoyed by the stares: "Why are you looking at me like that! I'm not a monster!"
"Look, she's the boss's mistress, so arrogant." Passerby A whispered to Passerby B.
"She's just a vixen, what's she so smug about?" Passerby B replied, though very softly, Chen Xin still heard it. Chen Xin felt incredibly humiliated: "What are you talking about? Who's the vixen?"
"You, you dare to do it but don't dare to admit it?" At this moment, the secretary, still heavily made up as usual, waved the photos taken last night in her hand, drawing everyone's attention to Chen Xin. Chen Xin stepped forward, snatched the photos from the secretary's hand, her face contorted with rage. "You
...
you
... Chen Xin slapped her face violently: "
I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming, wake up!" She then stumbled towards the company's front desk, only to be stopped by the secretary: "You vixen, you're fired. Take this letter to HR to complete the formalities. It's the boss's wife's decision; no matter how many times you sleep with the boss, it won't matter." Chen Xin immediately shook off the secretary's hand: "I told you I'm not a vixen!"
In the hotel room, a woman with an unusually strong scent of perfume coiled around a middle-aged man like a snake. Both were panting and sweating.
"Let's do this less often in the future. My wife seems to know about us." The middle-aged man was the boss of the company Chen Xin had just left.
"Don't worry, I've found a scapegoat, so our relationship is perfectly safe." The woman with the perfume raised an eyebrow, speaking smugly. She was the arrogant secretary from earlier that day.
"Who is it?" The boss was completely bewildered and asked hastily. "It's that new receptionist. I've disliked her for a long time; she's just a pretty face." The secretary smiled flirtatiously, shifting her position and climbing on top of the boss. But the boss's expression immediately changed: "What did you say! Her? What did she do to you! To frame someone like this, don't you know my wife's methods?"
"I know, that's why I need a scapegoat. Your wife, oh, she's really terrifying. Last night I showed her the photos of you and that vixen. She got angry and made a phone call saying she was going to find someone to deal with that vixen. I was so scared then! If your wife knew I was having an affair with you, I might be the one in trouble tonight!" The secretary still sounded a little shaken. The boss's wife was good in every way, except for her unusually strong possessiveness towards her husband. Trying to steal her husband was simply courting death!
The secretary nestled tenderly against her boss's chest, saying, "I'm so scared right now." She wanted a hug, but the middle-aged man pushed her away, raised his hand, and slapped her across the face. "Are all you women crazy?!" he yelled, then put on his clothes and left, leaving the embarrassed secretary staring blankly at her flushed face.
The next morning, the secretary went to work as usual, but was stopped by security at the office door. Dressed in a sexy and elegant manner, Chen Xin walked out of the boss's office, glanced at the woman who had been turned away, and sneered, "Vixen, go to HR and complete your resignation procedures."
With that, Chen Xin ignored the stunned woman and pushed open the boss's door: "Boss."
The middle-aged man walked behind Chen Xin and closed the door behind him: "That bitch has been fired?"
Chen Xin smiled smugly: "Yes, she's still trying to use me as her scapegoat. Little does she know, I'm the one the boss's wife sent to keep an eye on you and see if you're having an affair." The middle-aged man laughed heartily, then hugged Chen Xin from behind: "But my wife would never have guessed that the person she sent as a spy is the real vixen."

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