Chapter 1 — My Ex-Love Is My Boss Again Full

To completely cut off the three-year secret love affair with my senior, on graduation day I cruelly deleted his WeChat. I vowed to start a new life. Half a year later, I confidently walked into an interview with a leading company in the industry. However, when the main interviewer spoke, I was completely dumbfounded. That voice, that face, was clearly the man I had erased. He leaned against the back of his chair, his fingertips gently tapping my resume, the corner of his lips curled up in a cold smile: "You have a big gut, you've deleted me and still want to join my company?"01 The air conditioner in the meeting room was turned on at extremely high levels, cold air crept into every inch of my spine. My fingers clenched the resume until it turned white, my fingertips were cold. The man sitting across from me - Giang Triet, was using his eyes as if he was examining an item to evaluate me. That face has appeared countless times in my dreams. Bushy eyebrows, high nose bridge, and eyes that always carry a distant look. But now, in those eyes, only coldness and mockery remained. My head was buzzing, like there were thousands of bees flying around inside. The world seemed to be on mute, I could only hear my heart beating like a drum. It took me half a year to think I had completely cut him out of my world. Unexpectedly, fate would tease me in such a cruel way. He is the senior that I have secretly loved for three years. Also the person with whom I personally deleted all contact on graduation day. Now, he became my main interviewer, holding the survival of my career in his hands. The interviewers next to him glanced at each other, the atmosphere was extremely awkward. A woman who looked like a human resources employee tried to calm the situation: "Director Giang, let's take a look at Ms. Lam's profile first, her professional capacity..." Giang Triet just slightly raised his eyelids, that look made the HR person swallow the rest of his words. He didn't even bother to look at my resume - the file that I had stayed up many nights to complete and was extremely proud of - which he conveniently threw into a corner of the table. "What do you understand about our company's CEO?" He spoke, his voice calm, but like a knife stabbing straight into my heart. My throat was dry, I couldn't say a word. I only know that this company is a leading enterprise in the industry, with good compensation and great development prospects. As for who the CEO is, I never really paid attention. My silence clearly satisfied him. He changed to a more comfortable position, leaned back, his whole body sinking into the large leather chair. "It seems like you don't know anything." His voice could not hide the contempt. "What is the core competitive advantage of the Marketing department?" "How do you evaluate the latest situation of rival companies?" "If you were given a promotion project worth tens of millions, where would you start?" The questions he asked became increasingly sharp, highly specialized, completely surpassing from the preparation ability of a new graduate. I was questioned to the point of being speechless, all the things I had carefully prepared were choked in my throat, turning into useless gibberish. I felt like a clown stripped of all my clothes, exposed to everyone's gaze, only for him to unilaterally torture me. The feeling of humiliation rose like a tide, engulfing me completely. I want to run away, I want to disappear immediately from this place that makes me suffocate. Finally, he stopped. There was dead silence in the meeting room. "What is your biggest weakness?" He asked the last question, as if giving me a chance before pronouncing the death sentence. I took a deep breath,

Force yourself to calm down. "I... am sometimes too stubborn and inflexible." This is the answer I have prepared in advance - the most standard and safe. After listening, he softly let out a cold laugh, a laugh as light as a feather, but it tore my heart full of blood. "I see that he is both cowardly and likes to hide." Each word, each word, he trampled my self-esteem under his feet. All the composure I tried to keep, at this point completely collapsed. My eyes felt hot, but I bit my lip, not letting the tears fall. I can't cry in front of him. I stood up, picked up the resume on the table, bowed to the interviewers. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, sorry for bothering you." I didn't even look at him again, just wanted to quickly leave this hellish place. "Stop." His voice rang out from behind, carrying an order. I paused. "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, go to the market room to register." I turned my head and looked at him in disbelief. His face was still cold, no emotions could be guessed at all. The interviewers nearby also looked surprised. What is this? After such an extremely humiliating scene, to grant some mercy? My mind was a mess, anger, humiliation, doubt... all kinds of emotions were wrapped tightly together, almost wanting to tear me apart. But in the end I still heard myself replying in a dry voice: “… Okay.”