Chapter 1 — Dad's Good Brother Is My Boyfriend

My father kicked me to his brothers' company, but he never said the boss here was that young. Don't even tell me, this handsome boss is the "good brother" I have loved online for the past three months. Yesterday I texted him steamily: "Dear, I miss you." Today he wore a handsome suit and stood right in front of me: "Call uncle." My legs were weak, half because of his beauty, half because he was too embarrassed. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: "Last night's recording, send it again." I was speechless: "What recording? General Manager La got the wrong person." He laughed, opened the phone, the message pinned at the top was clearly displayed: "Madam, sir". It's all degenerating!” Degeneration is degeneration, with this face of mine, I can shine even lying down. His last sentence was: "Go find La Thua, dad has already made the arrangements." La Thua. When you hear this name, it exudes a classic, serious atmosphere, sometimes even with a hint of Mediterranean-style wine and olive oil. I pouted, automatically attaching to him my father's serious face in my mind, except that he had less hair. Pushing open the heavy glass door, the receptionist was so sweet that it made people get goosebumps: "Who are you looking for?" "La Thua, General Manager La." I tried to make my voice not sound like I was being forced to go to work. "Oh! New assistant, right?" Her eyes lit up, her smile was even sweeter than before, "The General Manager told me, just go straight to the back room." I trudged along with the high heels I bought yesterday, which were rubbing. to the point of wanting to peel off the skin from my heels and walk towards the door called "the official start of working life". Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. "Please come in." A low voice rang out from inside, with a strange penetrating force, like an electric current running down my spine. This voice… why does it sound so familiar? Like a whisper from a headset in the middle of the night, magnetic, ghostly. I quickly shook my head, forcing the thoughts that I shouldn't have on the first day of work to disappear. Push the door and step in. Afternoon sunlight spread across the large room, small dust particles floating in the air. Behind the large desk, a man raised his head. The image of "my father's good brother" in my mind immediately shattered to pieces. He leaned against a high-backed leather chair, his dark gray suit was perfectly tailored to highlight his wide shoulders and slim waist, he was not wearing a tie, the two buttons of his shirt on his chest were opened arbitrarily, revealing a sharp collarbone. The sunlight passed over his angular face, his jawline was as neat as if it had been cut by a knife, his nose was high, his lips were... well, thin and shiny. The most deadly thing is those eyes. A few meters away, through the light and dust, he looked towards me. His pupils were as dark as a bottomless lake, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, revealing something almost mocking and slightly tentative. I couldn't help but choke for a moment. Handsome. Not the sweet, scholarly type, but an experienced, sharp and controlled beauty, like a precious sword hidden in velvet. At most, only in his thirties? Where did my father come up with this kind of old friend? He is the living model of the "ideal partner" in my imagination! "To Mieu Mieu?" He spoke, it was the same voice I heard outside the door just now, but now it rang in the quiet room, echoing even more strongly in my ears. "Yes, General Manager La." I quickly replied, feeling like my voice was floating. In my mind, I couldn't control it and started to run away: If this voice whispers in my ear... or those hands, long slender fingers, are now at their disposal.

placed on the desk… if those arms hug my waist then… Stop! To Mieu Mieu, wake up! This is your father's "brother"! Your uncle in name! Today is the first day of work! "Yes." He replied gently, the corners of his lips seemed to curl up a little, so fast that I thought I was dizzy. He stood up, walked around the large desk, and walked towards me. The pressure immediately skyrocketed. He was very tall, and when I got close, the faint, cold woody smell typical of grown men enveloped me. My heart rebelled, beating like a war drum. I even imagined how firm and warm those arms would be, hugging me, then when he leaned in to whisper in my ear, I might soften my legs and fall to my knees... He stopped in front of me, keeping a respectful but distant distance. Sunlight outlined his silhouette, illuminating a small patch of skin on his neck. My eyes seemed to be pulled by a hook, stopping dead on his throat. Right there, at the intersection between the collarbone and the neck, there is a very small, dark mole. Bang——！ My brain went blank. All the blood rushed to his head, then in the blink of an eye it was gone, leaving behind numbness and thunderous ringing in his ears. This mole… this mole! I've seen it. No, I've touched it! In those hazy late nights, I begged my "good brother" to turn on the camera. The lighting was dim, the camera angle was vague, only revealing a small patch of skin. I saw that mole right away, like a small mark. I even used my fingertips, through the cold screen, to trace it, as if I could feel the slight convexity and warmth of my skin. The hot cup of coffee in my hand suddenly felt heavy and slippery. It fell from my hand, shattering on the floor with a "bang". The dark brown liquid like an ugly spider web spread quickly, soaking the toes of my shoes and also splashing onto the toes of his shiny leather shoes. The burning temperature also seemed to hit my head, sizzling. That small mole, enlarged in front of my eyes, rotating, overlapping the blurry and mysterious video on the phone. It's him! Oh my god, it's him! La Thua! My father's "brother"! My direct boss! The person I loved online for three months, loved half to death, even "gave birth" to a few children (in the game) - was that "good brother"! "S-sorry! General Manager La!" I suddenly woke up, my voice was so high that my voice broke. A huge wave of shame and panic swept over me like a tsunami, my face was hot, I just wanted to dig a hole to hide, or disappear on the spot. I frantically bent down, trying to pick up the pile of debris, but my hands were shaking and I couldn't pick it up. The edge of the porcelain piece cut through my finger, causing pain... but it was nothing compared to the tsunami in my heart. Above my head, that intense gaze was still covering me. There was no blame, no urging, just a deep look that made it impossible to escape. "It's okay."