Chapter 1 — Single Dog Boss Becomes My Husband

I got drunk and posted online criticizing my boss for being a single dog that no one cares about. As a result, the next day, the company was bought by four different general managers at a high price. They stopped me right in the office, several acquisition contracts were thrown right in my face. The workaholic boss that I once criticized, with red eyes, pressed me into the corner: "Lam Mac, the company is mine now, where are you going to jump to?" The rival CEO, like a peacock with its tail spread out, smiled and said: "Baby, come back to me. Whatever he pays you, I'll pay you three times, the shares are whatever you want." The tech nouveau riche pushed his golden glasses, his voice monotone without wavering: "Marry me. I have 150 patents. My company is about to list. This is the optimal choice." As for the legendary tycoon, he never appeared. He only said one sentence: "I bought all the companies of the three of them. Now you belong to me." I was dumbfounded. It's just a complaint, why is it breaking through the sky like this? 1 Another Friday night working late into the night, I finally exploded. The boss who detonated me was Luc Tram Uyen. A thirty-year-old man who has no lover, treats the company like his wife, and pushes the employees to the point of half-life. Half past ten in the evening. There's still thirty minutes until shift ends. The boss threw a three-hundred-page PPT file straight into the working group, along with a sentence: "We will use it tomorrow morning at the meeting, everyone try their best." The group was dead silent, no one dared to speak. I was so angry that I rushed downstairs, grabbed two cans of beer from the convenience store, and drank them all on the spot. Borrowing a bit of alcohol, I pulled out my phone, opened the office forum, my fingers typing as fast as flying. Title: “Discussing the harmful effects of the boss being a naturally single dog on employees.” Content of the post: "Every day is exhausted to the last drop of blood, there is no nightlife, no sex life, when he comes home he doesn't even have the strength to pet the cat! I seriously suspect that he is dysfunctional, that's why he's psychologically perverted, can't stand seeing others happy! Can any CEO please save me from this overtime hell? No need for promotion or raise, just need to have Saturdays and Sundays off! Whoever can do it, I'll do it immediately! Marry!” After posting, I burped because of the alcohol. The world suddenly became quiet. I staggered back to work, face down on the keyboard, and fell asleep there. When I woke up the next morning, the cleaning lady used a mop to wake me up. “Girl, if you don't go, the building will be locked.” I had a headache from being drunk and fumbled for my phone, almost blinded by the light from the screen. The anonymous forum application icon displays the glaring number “999+”. My post exploded, being promoted to the hottest post of the year. Below are all comments like "The OP speaks for me", "Same world, same boss", "Hug the OP". My palms were sweating and I was about to delete the post when I saw some comments with... very strange style. ID "Phong Luu Not Lustful": "Little beauty, send me the company address. My company not only has Saturdays and Sundays off, but also has afternoon tea on the island and paid global travel." ID "World Changing Code": "Your company coordinates have been located via the post IP. The purchasing process has started, expected to take 24 hours, please wait patiently for a table." deliver." ID “Money Is Just a Number”: “@Code Changes the World, don't bother. The company you located, I bought it last night.” The most horrifying is the last line, from an anonymous ID without any information, just one word answer: “Oh.” Looking at these lines of answers, I sobered up in one fell swoop, cold sweat running down my spine. In this day and age, are some "young" patients online also that rich? Blatant without blinking an eye? I hastily deleted the post, comforting myself that this was just a wild dream. But reality quickly slapped me hard. Monday morning, I walked into the company door with dark circles under my eyes and immediately felt the atmosphere... wasn't quite right. The eyes my colleagues looked at me were a mixture of pity, jealousy, curiosity and awe, as if they were looking at a rare animal. My desk has now turned into a mini brand showroom. Nine hundred and ninety-nine Ecuadorian red roses imported by air occupied half the aisle, on the card was written in dragon and phoenix dancing characters: "My dear, good morning. — From Phuong Tu Nam.” A full set of the latest version of electronic devices, from computers to headphones, all of the highest configuration. Next to it is a set of sophisticatedly printed instructions for use and... an even more sophisticated prenuptial contract, signed: Ky Diem Technology — Ky Ngon. The most horrifying thing was a car key lying in a velvet box, next to a house ownership certificate, clearly stating the owner: Lam Mac. Donor: Tham Duc. The whole office was silent, even breathing was cautious. My best friend Chu Hieu Hieu leaned closer, lowered her voice, her face distorted: "Mac Mac, are you being raised by someone?" Or… who do you support?” I opened my mouth, but not a word came out. Just as I was about to figure out how to handle these hot potatoes, the door to the CEO's office opened. Luc Tram Uyen walked out. Today he wore a dark gray suit, his face was even darker than the suit. His eyes swept across the pile of things, sharp as a knife, finally pinning it firmly on my face. “Lam Mac,” he said, his voice cold and without any temperature, “Come into my office.” 2 I followed Luc Tram Uyen, feeling like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced. The six-figure set of real leather sofas in his office, today when I sat down, it felt like there were needles in my butt. Luc Tram Uyen did not sit, he stood in front of the giant ground-level window, his back straight, but it made me feel like in just a second... the sky would collapse. “What are those things?” He finally spoke, his voice so cold it could freeze someone. “I… I don't know.” I bowed my head, my voice smaller than a mosquito's. “Don't know?” He suddenly turned around, took a few steps in front of me, and threw a stack of printed documents on the coffee table. That's the post I wrote on the forum. Even the comments below are printed completely without missing any words. My face "boom" turned red, heat burned from my cheeks all the way up to my ears. “I… I was drunk… I was just talking nonsense…” I stammered to explain, the first and next sentences didn't match each other. “Ridiculous talk?” He bent down, put both hands on the sofa armrests, encircling me in his shadow. The smell of cold cedar mixed with dangerous breath come straight. “Whoever can do it, I will immediately marry that person!” He read every word clearly, his eyes locked on me. "Lam Mac, do you want to get married that much? Do you want to leave the company that much?" Being stared at by him, my heart was in turmoil, I didn't even dare to breathe loudly. At this moment, the office door was pushed open with a "bang". A man wearing a floral shirt, as frilly as a peacock with its tail spread out, leaned against the door frame, smiling at us. "Yo, General Luc, did you scold your staff early in the morning? My company's corporate culture doesn't have this kind of thing." I recognized him — Phuong Tu Nam, general manager of Phuong Thien Group, a direct opponent of our company. Luc Tram Uyen stood up straight, his face even darker: "Tong Phuong, who let you in here?" “Of course it depends on this.” Phuong Tu Nam shook the documents in his hand and smiled charmingly: "Thirty-five percent of your company's shares now belong to me. As the largest individual shareholder, I came here to inspect a bit... isn't that too much?" As he spoke, he glanced lovingly at me: "Baby, I'm here to pick you up from work." Me: “…” It's only nine in the morning! Luc Tram Uyen's fist was clenched so tightly that it made a cracking sound. The atmosphere in the room was tense like a string, and at that moment, another person appeared at the door. This person was wearing a white shirt and gold-framed glasses. His appearance looked elegant but made others dare not approach him. He pushed up his glasses and calmly spoke: "Tong Phuong, I'm afraid you're not the largest shareholder. I just completed buying back shares from two other small shareholders, currently holding 36%." It's Ky Ngon — the general talent of Ky Diem Technology! The person who is rumored to not be interested in anything other than coding, a true tech nerd!