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Things like "a pie falling from the sky" are hard to happen. But, once it does, and everyone knows it's one of those "pie from the sky" moments, then the person who wants to share this pie definitely won't be the only one.

Looking at the sea of people lined up in front of me for the interview, I felt an overwhelming urge to faint. Of course, I can't rule out the possibility that I felt faint because I had just run too fast and was a bit oxygen-deprived.

"With this many people, how long are we going to be waiting?" I muttered, trembling at the sight of the massive crowd, my mind completely blank.

"They're not here for interviews. They're just here to watch the people interviewing you," said Gong Benhan as he guided me through the crowd, weaving past layers of onlookers, leading me into a white building.

"The people interviewing me?" I frowned, looking at Gong Benhan, confused.

"I forgot to mention, the person who'll be interviewing you, and probably your future boss, is the famous idol star, Yu Wenye," Gong Benhan said, not even turning around as he continued walking ahead.

Yu Wenye? Famous idol? Why haven't I heard of him? Maybe it's because I haven't had time to watch TV.

However, since he's a well-known idol and could be my future boss, shouldn't I know a little about him before meeting him? But is it too late to start learning about him now?

"Here it is." Just as I was pondering whether I should find out more about this big star, Gong Benhan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

But I was still lost in my thoughts. As a result, Gong Benhan's "sudden stop" led to a rather loud and intimate collision between my head and his rigid back.

"Ouch!" The pain shot through my head, and I let out a sharp cry.

I don't know if Gong Benhan reacted because of my loud scream or if his back felt the same pain my head did, but in an instant, he quickly turned around. And due to the inertia, my feet couldn't stop in time after the pain, the scream, and his sudden turn.

So... the consequence of all this was that I ended up in Gong Benhan's arms.

And following this chain of events, the result was — I ended up in a hug with Gong Benhan! And this happened in a luxurious building, just outside a fancy room.

If what happened before could be described as an absolute tragedy, then what happened next was certainly a legendary tragedy — a disaster.

Because just when I was in this awkward position with Gong Benhan, that very luxurious door beside us unexpectedly opened!

Everything happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to react. Even if I had time to think, I wouldn't have known how to respond. After all, if I acted flustered and quickly pulled away from Gong Benhan, it would have felt like we were caught in an affair. And we're just a pure, innocent man and woman, after all! So, this kind of feeling shouldn't exist between us. What should I do now? Should we continue hugging like this? But that also feels wrong. My mind raced with countless thoughts while I glanced at the guy standing in the doorway, who looked like he was in a daze.

And then... what does "strikingly beautiful" even mean? In that moment, I understood. I had never known that there could be such a stunning person in the world. He himself seemed to glow, surrounded by an invisible light, making everyone else around him seem dim in comparison.

Perhaps it was because the sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, but his entire figure radiated like the statue of Apollo. The difference was, he seemed even more handsome than Apollo.

His bright eyes shone like the brightest stars in the midnight sky, as though they could peer straight into your soul and see through you. I'd often read descriptions in books about "crystal-clear eyes," but I could never imagine what they looked like. Now, standing in front of me were those very eyes, and I realized those descriptions were true. People really do have such bright and clear eyes. His high nose bridge made me wonder if he had some foreign ancestry because it was so perfect in its angle. His full, smooth lips reminded me of cherries, so glossy and tempting. His delicate features all rested on a fair, smooth face. In that moment, I lost all focus. I thought, surely when God created this person, He must have spent a lot of time and effort.

So, there really are people this good-looking in the world, I thought to myself, unconsciously.

But because I was so captivated by his looks, I completely forgot that I was still tightly hugging Gong Benhan.

The unknown gorgeous man who had just opened the door saw me in this position and immediately had a somewhat unnatural expression on his face. Of course, if it were me, I would feel awkward too, since Gong Benhan and I were still in an embrace.

"Gong Ben? What's going on here… oh, you two, continue, continue..." The man, grinning mischievously, said.

Continue? Continue what? Wait, I'm still hugging Gong Benhan!

His words snapped me back to reality, and I immediately pushed away from Gong Benhan. My face flushed as I lowered my head, unsure of how to deal with the situation.

Although I don't usually have many "girly" traits, I'm still a girl, and blushing in front of a handsome guy is something that happens no matter who you are.

*Clears throat* Gong Benhan coughed loudly. It was obvious he was trying to hide his own awkwardness.

His cough made me realize something. If I hadn't pushed him away earlier because I was distracted by the handsome guy, then why didn't Gong Benhan push me away? Surely, he wasn't just as distracted by the handsome guy as I was, right?

Sigh, even though I had these questions, now wasn't the time to ask Gong Benhan. After all, admitting I didn't push him away because I was distracted by a handsome guy felt just a little too embarrassing. So, in the silence that followed, the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

"Well..." At times like this, I always feel like I should say something, but what can I say in this situation?

"This is the assistant I'm introducing to you." Just as I was at a loss, Gong Benhan, who was by my side, unexpectedly spoke up. However, what came out of his mouth only surprised me more.

If I'm understanding this correctly, does he mean that this stunningly handsome guy in front of me could possibly be my boss? As soon as I realized this, I couldn't help but glance at the handsome guy standing at the door again.

How is it even possible for someone to be this good-looking? How could such exquisite features appear on the face of one person? Is it unfair of God, or... plastic surgery? Suddenly, the word "plastic surgery" popped into my head.

No, it probably isn't plastic surgery! Because, although medical technology is so advanced now, it would still be extremely difficult to achieve this level of handsomeness. Those perfect features could only have been crafted by God himself.

"Wow! I said, my dear, revered, and beloved manager, you even placed your girlfriend beside me to keep an eye on me! You really are..." The handsome guy skipped over to my side, seemingly examining me.

If watching the handsome guy was a pleasant experience, then being watched by him? Definitely more harmful than beneficial. Under his gaze, my hands and feet started to feel a little awkward.

"She's the only one who meets your criteria." Just when I felt like I was suffocating from the handsome guy's stare, Gong Benhan suddenly spoke up.

I meet his criteria? Aside from knowing that this guy is really handsome, I have absolutely no idea who he is! How did I become the one who fits his criteria? What are his criteria even? Although I can do all sorts of household chores, a superstar like him must have plenty of people to choose from. Why am I the one who fits his standards? It must mean he has some special requirement, right? But what exactly is that special requirement?

As I pondered this, I accidentally met his gaze. For a brief moment, our eyes locked, and although no sparks flew, it made my heart race in a way I didn't expect.

"I need to talk to her alone to see if she meets my criteria." After scanning me up and down, from head to toe, the handsome guy stroked his sharp chin and said to Gong Benhan.

Talk alone? No way! I don't even know anything about this so-called superstar!

The only thing I remember from what Gong Benhan said earlier is that his name starts with "Ye," but beyond that, I don't know anything about him!

"I…" I felt like I should ask Gong Benhan about this handsome guy first before going in, but just as I was about to speak, the handsome guy unexpectedly grabbed my hand. Before I could react in any way, he abruptly pulled me into the room behind him. It all happened so suddenly, I didn't even have a chance to grab Gong Benhan, who was standing beside me.

So, I ended up being dragged into this room with massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

I awkwardly looked up and glanced around the room. This should be a conference room, right? At least from the long rectangular table and the huge electronic screen, it certainly looked like one.

But... do they really need such a luxurious conference room just to interview for a little assistant position?

"Sit." Just as I was feeling nervous because of the conference room setting, the super handsome guy, who was named Ye or something, suddenly spoke, giving just a single word.

I mechanically sat down at the table.

And he casually sat opposite me.

Now what is he going to do? I cautiously observed the situation. After all, this is about 300,000 yuan—a direct ticket for me to go to my dream destination, the Le Cordon Bleu pastry school in France! I felt incredibly anxious, my heart pounding.

"Your name." He asked with a simple question.

"Zuo An'an." I reflexively answered him in a similarly simple manner.

"Such a common name." After hearing my answer, he actually threw out such an irritating comment.

This guy really… So, they say when God gives you one thing, He might take something else away. God gave him that exquisite face—but wait, who knows if it's been enhanced afterward—let's assume God gave it to him! And yet, it seems God also took away his brain. There are people in this world who can't even speak properly? Just the way he said that, I felt like I wanted to squash him.

"Yeah, my name is pretty ordinary. I'm really sorry!" I forced myself to hold back my anger, though there was still a hint of irritation in my tone.

Upon hearing that, he seemed quite satisfied and even nodded approvingly.

"Although your name is ordinary, your taste isn't really all that ordinary!" He said with a big smile on his face.

Why is he looking at me like that? What's wrong with me? I followed his gaze and looked myself up and down. Suddenly, I realized the meaning behind his words.

Because I was so excited to hear about the 300,000 yuan offer, I came here in a rush, and because of a bunch of random things, I ended up standing before him... still wearing the cheongsam I wore when selling rice cakes this morning!

Oh my God! I'm going crazy! He must think I'm out of my mind, right? After all, what kind of normal person would wear such a short cheongsam to interview for an assistant position? This isn't some talent show!

"Well, I absolutely didn't mean to seduce you!" I nervously clarified.

However, after I said that, the atmosphere in the large conference room became even more awkward. I suddenly felt like I had that "burying a thousand gold coins under the ground" vibe. Maybe he felt it too, so the faint smile on his face quickly expanded into an uncontrollable burst of laughter.

"This seems a lot more fun than I imagined!" he said, laughing.

What does he mean by "more fun than imagined"? Is he talking about me? I frowned, pondering his words.

"Which of my dramas do you like the most?" Just as I was thinking about what he meant, he suddenly asked me this question.

Which of his dramas do I like? That's a tough one... So, I said, opportunity favors the prepared, but I really didn't know anything about him, and here I am, going for an interview. How am I supposed to answer this? If I say I haven't had time to watch TV, would he believe me? Probably not. Of course, if this was happening to someone else, they would be totally panicking right now. But! This just had to happen to me, and I am absolutely the best at thinking on my feet!

"Well, I like the one where a guy really likes a girl, and they go through a lot of twists and turns, but in the end, they get together."

For someone like him, a handsome guy, he must be in those kinds of idol dramas, right? You know the kind—usually the story is about one person liking the other, the other not liking them, but in the end, they end up together. So, based on the "idol drama theorem," I just made something up.

"I see!" He nodded while rubbing his chin, seemingly pleased with my answer.

Haha! I knew it, someone like me who's seen it all, this little thing is nothing! Haha!

"It seems like you are exactly the type I'm looking for. But... could it be fake?" His face suddenly moved closer to mine, as if he was inspecting me carefully, trying to find some clue on my face.

What exactly is this guy's goal? I looked at him, who was scrutinizing me from head to toe. Could it be... he's already figured out that I haven't watched any of his dramas? Then... "Well, actually, I haven't watched any of your dramas. Mainly because I think things like TVs are not only a waste of money but also waste electricity. For the sake of the Earth's well-being and the world's beauty, I've decided to conserve energy and reduce carbon emissions. So, I don't have a TV at home! Without a TV, I obviously wouldn't have seen any of your dramas, even though I really want to! I'm sure you must act very well in them..."

When he heard what I said, the eyes of this handsome guy suddenly sparkled.

"I've confirmed it now! You're the one!" he said excitedly.

Could it be that my quick thinking and spontaneous answer touched him? That's why he said those words that made me feel so moved! His words, "You're the one," made me see a bright future for myself at the French Le Cordon Bleu Pastry School.

"So, does this mean I got the job?" I asked, looking at him with excitement.

"Yes, from now on, I'll give you the honor of taking care of my daily life and handling everything for me," he replied with a cocky expression.

Looking at this expression on his handsome face, I couldn't help but think it was such a pity. It was like a beautiful landscape painting with two mismatched dogs ruining it.

"So, Master, could you answer two questions for me?" I asked, feeling frustrated.

"Sure, ask away!" When he heard this, he seemed even more smug!

This guy... if I say he's arrogant, he'll just puff himself up even more!

"I just want to know, what's your standard for hiring people?" I asked, feeling confused.

What could his "standard" be? Honesty and integrity? Abiding by the law? I still don't know why he even wants to hire me! I really feel a bit insecure about all this!

"To be honest, it's nothing special. My only requirement is that you can't be my fan! And since you don't even know what dramas I've been in, that already proves you meet my standard! As for my second condition, it's pretty simple: you can't fall in love with me. It's pretty obvious that you and Miyamoto are... Hehehe! So, you totally meet my standard!" he said proudly.

This guy thinks he's in an idol drama or something? And talking about how I can't fall in love with him? He actually believes in that cliché drama logic? Doesn't he know that in these kinds of shows, once the characters make such a deal, they inevitably end up together?

Although I was quite frustrated with his childish conditions, as someone with impeccable professional ethics, I would never let it show. After all, upsetting the boss is a major crime.

"Then, my last question, what exactly would my job as your assistant entail?"

Though I can do everything, it's still better to clarify some things.

"Well, you'll know when you start. Here's my address, and I have a spare guest room. Move in today!" He handed me a note with the address and phone number on it.

Move in? Does this mean that to be his assistant, I also have to live with him? Are we supposed to imitate the plot of something like *Full House* and... Oh my God! What am I thinking about?! My professional ethics... professional ethics... I think I just saw a little bird named professional ethics flying away and never coming back.

"Live with you?" My voice carried a bit of surprise.

"Yep! Waking me up in the morning is also a very important task. Since you're going to be my personal assistant, of course, you need to live at my place!" He spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Why is he so sure about this? Did I say I would live with him?

After all, I'm a young, lively, and adorable girl. Living with a guy is kind of risky... Wait, but living in his place means I won't have to pay rent and can save a ton on utilities!

With that thought, a sweet smile instantly appeared on my face.

So, you see, when you're lucky, even running naked can be considered performance art.

A beautiful life, here I come! Le Cordon Bleu Pastry School, here I come!