Daily Life of a Villain at Work [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: The Seventh Day of Being a Stingy (Frugal) CEO

After much consideration, Chu Qi extended an invitation to Wen Qingyun on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

However, she didn’t ask to meet that very day. Instead, following tradition, she suggested a movie on the afternoon of the fourth day, followed by dinner back at her place. This arrangement was almost a blatant invitation for intimacy. Wen Qingyun didn’t refuse, replying with a concise “Okay.”

On the first day, Wen Qingyun had no plans to go out. But seeing her mother boil a large batch of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), she picked out several flavors she liked and called a delivery runner to send them to Chu Qi’s neighborhood.

By the time the thermal bag arrived, the zongzi were still steaming. Chu Qi felt a lump in her throat, a sudden urge to cry. But before she could get sentimental, the big orange cat meowed and began pawing at the bag.

“Little kitty, do you want to eat with me?” Chu Qi picked up the ten-pound orange cat and buried her face in its soft belly. Having the fat cat and the warm dumplings completely erased the loneliness of spending the New Year alone.

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Family Ties and Hidden Fangs

While Wen Qingyun only truly cared for her mother, she had plenty of other relatives—enough aunts and uncles to overflow a banquet hall. Fortunately, they were much more sensible than her father. Most held tiny fractions of shares and spent the meal showering Wen Qingyun with flattery.

During the meal, an uncle who had a bit too much to drink started mumbling something. Wen Qingyun didn’t hear clearly, but seeing her aunt quickly cover his mouth and pinch his thigh told her it wasn’t anything good. She didn’t ruin the atmosphere; she simply watched them scramble to please her.

The reason for their subservience was simple: they had heard Wen’s father had been “packed off” abroad. If she could be that ruthless to her own father, dealing with distant relatives would be child’s play. No one wanted to be the next exile.

After two days of social obligations, Wen Qingyun returned to her penthouse on the third day, waiting for Chu Qi to pick her up.

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Sci-Fi and Future Plans

The New Year’s movie lineup was strong. Chu Qi had bought tickets for a domestic sci-fi film with high ratings and stunning visual effects.

“The setting is fifty years in the future, but some of the tech isn’t impossible with current levels,” Wen Qingyun commented as the CEO of Tread Snow Technology.

“Like self-driving cars?” Chu Qi asked.

“The systems are already being implemented, but they need constant iteration due to complex road conditions,” Wen Qingyun replied. “As for life-simplifying tools, Tread Snow has already set up project groups. They’ll be on the market in a few years.”

As they talked, the topic shifted to Chu Qi’s future role at the company.

“The branch company has been established,” Wen Qingyun said. “The position I can offer now is a general management role. I can arrange for you to enter directly, but you’ll need to earn your colleagues’ respect through your own merit.”

“Will I be working in the same building as you?” Chu Qi inquired.

“My office is on the top floor. The branch will likely take up two floors in the building,” Wen Qingyun explained.

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Of Cats and Cold Nights

When they reached Chu Qi’s apartment, the orange cat greeted them with loud meows.

“You have a cat?” Wen Qingyun crouched down to pet the cat’s head.

“A colleague went home for the holidays and left ‘Big Orange’ with me for a few days,” Chu Qi explained. “He’s very well-behaved. As long as he’s fed, he’ll let you pet him as much as you want.”

Wen Qingyun picked up the cat, a smile playing on her lips. “Is he a bit thick?”

“I fed him a can and filled his bowl this morning…” Chu Qi trailed off, seeing the empty bowl. “Well, he must have a good appetite today.”

Since the owner had strictly requested a diet, Wen Qingyun only fed the cat a small treat strip. After the cat settled down for a nap, Wen Qingyun took a photo of him before casually asking, “Is there hot water?”

“The heater is on,” Chu Qi said, subconsciously licking her lips. “Do you want to go first, or… together?”

“I’ll go first. The bathroom door isn’t very soundproof; we might wake the cat,” Wen Qingyun replied. It was only 9 PM; they had plenty of time. Plus, a water heater has its limits—if they got too enthusiastic in the shower, the hot water wouldn’t last.

After they both showered and changed, the bedroom door on the second floor was promptly locked. It had been over ten days since they last met, and the air was thick with urgency. It was a night of equal standing, both giving as good as they got until they finally drifted into a deep sleep.

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The Resignation Trigger

As a CEO, Wen Qingyun didn’t have to worry about a fixed schedule. But as an employee, Chu Qi wasn’t so lucky. On the sixth day, her boss, Fu Huan, sent a message: she was to attend an industry gathering as his “plus-one” on the evening of the seventh.

Chu Qi, already planning to quit, flatly refused, claiming she was out of town. Within a minute, Fu Huan called.

“Where are you? Buy a ticket and fly back now. I’ll reimburse everything,” Fu Huan demanded.

“President Fu, it’s impossible to get a flight during the Spring Festival without a prior booking,” Chu Qi said calmly.

“Then drive! Or take a taxi! I’ll cover it!” Fu Huan assumed it was a matter of money.

Chu Qi sighed. “President Fu, I have private matters I cannot walk away from. If you need a companion, please find someone else.”

Fu Huan’s tone turned cold. “You’re my assistant. Your duty is to fulfill the tasks I assign. Think carefully—if you’re not at the office tomorrow, I might have to find a new assistant.”

Chu Qi’s heart leaped. I don’t have to be your assistant anymore? Such a good thing exists?

Assuming her silence was fearful, Fu Huan snorted and hung up.

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The “Sugar-Coated” Offer

On the seventh day, the HR Director called Chu Qi. “Xiao Chu, did you have a conflict with President Fu? He told me to fire you.”

The HR Director was savvy; he knew Chu Qi was talented and favored by the Chairman. He wasn’t about to take the blame for firing her over a petty whim.

“It wasn’t a conflict,” Chu Qi said. “He wanted me back before my holiday ended for a private social event. I told him I couldn’t.”

The HR Director sighed. Fu Huan was being unreasonable. “I’ll talk to him. It’s a misunderstanding. Just come back to work as usual on the ninth.”

After hanging up, Chu Qi’s colleague arrived to pick up the cat. The colleague, a self-proclaimed lover of beautiful people, was instantly captivated by the “cold and elegant” Wen Qingyun sitting on the sofa.

“Chu Qi, is that your friend holding Big Orange? She looks so cool,” the colleague whispered, then noticed a fresh hickey on Wen Qingyun’s neck. Her eyes widened. She looked at Chu Qi, but Chu Qi’s high-collared shirt hid everything.

After the cat left, the apartment felt empty. Wen Qingyun looked bored, contemplating whether she should go home. Chu Qi, sensing this, seized the moment.

“I think it’s nice having a cat at home,” Chu Qi sat beside her. “I hear the pet shop nearby has some strays for adoption. Should I get one?”

“You?” Wen Qingyun raised an eyebrow. “Will you have time once you start at Tread Snow?”

“Will I have to work overtime?”

“It’s a new branch, so yes, it’s inevitable. But we pay 1.5 times the normal rate for overtime,” Wen Qingyun said seriously.

Chu Qi smiled. “If I change jobs, I might need to move. Qingyun, you have a spare bedroom. Could I move in for 5,000 yuan a month?”

Wen Qingyun’s first instinct was to say no. It was her home. But then Chu Qi added, “I can do all the cooking and housework. If I work late, you could help me feed the cat. I can even be your personal driver, taking you to and from work.”

A free driver, a private chef, a housekeeper, a cat to play with, and 5,000 yuan in rent.

“Talk to me after you officially join the company,” Wen Qingyun finally compromised.

She knew Chu Qi was hitting her with “sugar-coated bullets.” But she couldn’t help it—the sugar was just too sweet.