Did the Tsundere Miss Get Slapped in the Face Again Today? - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: “I’m Going to Live Here.”

“What kind of rubbish company is this? Not only is it broken down, but it’s tiny.”

“I’m going to have to work in this kind of environment from now on?”

“You want me to sit here? This cramped space, this broken-down desk—is this a place fit for a person to sit?”

“No, no, I don’t like it, I’m not satisfied. Change it! Change everything for me!”

“This is so annoying!”

The sounds of kicking, banging, and angry complaints were incessant.

Even though they were currently inside a meeting room with good soundproofing, it couldn’t block out the furious and critical voice of the Miss Lin from outside.

And the topic currently being discussed inside the meeting room was directly related to that very Miss Lin.

The task was to select a “lucky” employee to guide the group’s pampered daughter through the work process—in simple terms, it was to be Miss Lin’s personal attendant and keep her happy.

Although it meant being an attendant, it was still a chance to get close to the daughter of the CEO, which, logically, should have been a sought-after position.

After all, if one seized the opportunity, performed outstandingly, and made a good impression on the young miss, they wouldn’t have to worry about promotions or raises in the future.

But the problem was, this young miss was rather hard to deal with.

Lin Anran, the youngest daughter of the Lin Group, known as Miss Lin, had a notorious reputation.

Of course, it was all bad.

Vicious words like critical, arrogant, haughty, and overbearing could all be perfectly applied to her.

She was well-known far and wide.

Perhaps the Lin family realized they had spoiled their youngest daughter too much and that she had turned out crooked, so they wanted to correct her.

Thus, they stopped her credit cards, limited her spending, and sent her down to work at a small magazine under the company’s umbrella.

The official reason was to experience the hardships of the common world and temper her personality.

The young miss was there to experience life, but it only brought suffering to the ordinary employees below.

Who would dare truly order such a demanding ancestor around just so she could “experience” life?

The long conference table was filled with people, each one tacitly keeping their heads low, not daring to breathe loudly.

The atmosphere was oppressive and silent enough to hear a pin drop.

When the Chief Editor, sitting at the head of the table, scanned the room, everyone’s heads seemed to want to bury themselves in the floor.

Jiang Zhi was one of the employees ducking her head like a quail, frantically chanting in her mind, Don’t pick me, don’t pick me, don’t pick me…

“Knock, knock.”

The Chief Editor tapped his finger twice on the table, breaking the dead silence.

“I won’t force anyone. During the period you guide Lin Anran through the work, the salary will be doubled. Who is willing to take it?”

Jiang Zhi secretly lifted her head, blinked a few times, and felt a slight urge.

The editor held up three fingers and scanned the crowd: “Forget double, I’ll make it triple the salary.”

Triple? How much is triple? Jiang Zhi calculated quickly, and her eyes lit up.

She raised her hand: “Me.”

Without hesitation, there was no need to hesitate. As long as the money was right, who cares about being an attendant? Who cares about being a lackey? She’d even be a dog if the price was right.

A “Bang!”

The conference room door was suddenly kicked open.

Following the sound, they saw Lin Anran standing at the doorway. She wore an exquisite, luxurious red dress, her wavy hair cascaded to her waist, her chin slightly raised, her eyes upturned, radiating condescending arrogance.

“What do you people mean? The whole department gathers for a meeting, leaving me out here alone? Oh, I see! You’re bullying me on my first day, trying to exclude the newcomer, right?”

Everyone: “…”

Lin Anran haughtily scanned the room, frowning in disgust.

“What a pathetic meeting room. This decor, these furnishings, they’re truly tacky! I don’t like it. I can’t have a meeting in this environment. Change it! Change everything for me…”

Lin Anran strode inside, her high heels clicking loudly, inspecting the entire room as if on patrol.

The entire process was filled with, “I don’t like this potted plant,” “This chair is hideous,” “Change it for me,” and “Replace all of it.”

Her demanding inspection finally stopped, her gaze settling on…

“You.” Lin Anran’s delicate eyebrows slightly narrowed.

“Me?” Jiang Zhi looked left and right, pointing to herself with uncertainty.

“Yes, you. What kind of glasses are those? So drab and tacky, they’re hideous and such an eyesore.” Lin Anran impatiently rolled her eyes, flipped her head haughtily, and left.

Seeing her leave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Zhi pushed up the black-rimmed glasses, which Lin Anran had labeled “drab and tacky,” with her index finger. Besides the incredibly unfashionable black-rimmed glasses, she also wore an equally drab red cloth bracelet on her right wrist.

Perhaps due to long-term wear, the red cord was slightly faded, giving it a sense of age.

Jiang Zhi and Lin Anran were completely different people, whether in terms of background, clothing style, or even personality.

One was a flamboyant and exquisite princess, while the other was a reserved and simple ordinary person.

They were two parallel lines that would never intersect.

Lin Anran was extremely displeased that the dull-looking Jiang Zhi was assigned to her, so her attitude was naturally nasty, and her words were intentionally mocking.

She had expected Jiang Zhi to take the hint and leave, so they would replace her with someone more pleasing to the eye.

But unfortunately, the person in front of her had skin as thick as a city wall and absolutely no temper.

All of Lin Anran’s punches landed on cotton—nothing ruffled her—which was incredibly boring.

In the end, with Lin Anran’s reluctant attitude, she grudgingly accepted Jiang Zhi, the unsatisfactory and plain-looking attendant.

One month later.

“Finally home.”

Jiang Zhi kicked off her shoes, took off her black-rimmed glasses and put them aside, then slumped backward, collapsing onto the sofa.

Her body was enveloped by the soft couch. She let out a long sigh, gradually relaxing.

She rubbed her stomach; she was hungry.

Languishing bonelessly on the sofa, she went to order takeout. She selected a dish of home-style food, but when she factored in the packaging and delivery fees, she looked at the total price.

The finger poised to pay froze mid-air.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she silently put away her phone.

She should just make a bowl of noodles. Earning money was too difficult; she needed to save.

She got up and headed toward the kitchen.

She filled the pot with water, expertly turned on the stove, and waited for the water to boil before adding the noodles.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

A sound came from the door, interrupting Jiang Zhi’s noodle-making.

She pricked up her ears and listened closely. It didn’t sound like knocking, but rather kicking the door.

That’s right, it was kicking. Just by the sound, she could tell the person outside was frustrated and impatient.

For some reason, this immediately made Jiang Zhi think of Lin Anran. After a month of interaction, she had discovered that Miss Lin had a little quirk: she never used her hand to knock on doors—she always kicked them. The office door had been kicked open and damaged several times already.

Jiang Zhi shook her head and chuckled softly. What was she thinking? How could Lin Anran possibly appear in a place like this?

However, she really was here.

It felt momentarily bizarre and absurd.

The person standing outside the door wore a long dress with high heels, had wavy hair that reached her waist, red lips, and upturned eyes, her chin slightly raised, as arrogant as a peacock.

Jiang Zhi froze, staring blankly at her.

Lin Anran stared back, sweeping a critical gaze over Jiang Zhi. She still wore her drab low ponytail and a plain white shirt, though at least the hideously ugly black-rimmed glasses were off.

She was marginally more tolerable.

“Miss Lin, why would you…” Before she could finish her sentence about coming here, Lin Anran walked straight inside.

Her headlong momentum bumped into Jiang Zhi’s shoulder, making the person blocking the doorway stumble.

Jiang Zhi grabbed the door frame, steadied herself, and twitched her lips, internally muttering that she was truly an impolite jerk.

“What a dump this place is! There isn’t even an elevator; climbing up here is exhausting!” While speaking, Lin Anran was already inside the room, looking around and judging. As expected, she frowned. “This tiny little space, you can see everything in one glance. Is this even fit for human habitation?”

Jiang Zhi shrugged, unsurprised.

Lin Anran was a critique machine. She’d mock the shape of grass on the roadside, so expecting her not to criticize the small rental apartment was impossible.

Lin Anran walked around the living room, inspecting it, shaking her head constantly and making “tsk, tsk, tsk” sounds.

“I don’t know how you can stand living in such a broken-down place.” Lin Anran sneered, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi smiled widely, not the least bit annoyed by the ridicule, and even felt like agreeing: “You’re right, it’s too small and too broken down. But mainly, my financial means are limited, so I can only afford a small place like this.”

For the sake of the triple salary, she had to keep this young miss comfortable. She couldn’t sacrifice money for dignity.

Lin Anran glared at her: “You’re quite self-aware.”

Jiang Zhi offered a professional smile and blinked: “So, distinguished Miss Lin, do you have any instructions for coming to my little broken house? You really didn’t have to come in person; a phone call would have been fine. I’m available anytime.”

Lin Anran acted as if she hadn’t heard her, speaking to herself: “Although your place is small, it has the advantage of being clean. It’s tolerable for living.”

For some reason, a strong, bad feeling suddenly rose in Jiang Zhi’s heart.

Lin Anran paced back and forth in front of the sofa, chose a spot she seemed satisfied with, patted away non-existent dust on the cushion, and sat down elegantly: “I’m thirsty. Go get me a glass of water.”

Her demanding tone made it seem as if Jiang Zhi really was her servant.

Jiang the Servant obediently went to pour the water.

When she handed over the water, Lin Anran glanced at the cup and asked, “What material is this cup?”

Jiang Zhi: “Glass?”

Lin Anran’s haughty eyebrows furrowed: “I never drink water from such cheap cups.”

Jiang Zhi choked, ready to take the cup back.

Before she could, Lin Anran took the cup first: “Though it’s cheap, it’s marginally usable.”

Lin Anran slowly took a small sip from the rim of the cup.

After drinking, she frowned again: “What kind of water is this?”

Jiang Zhi: “Boiled water.”

“Tsk,” Lin Anran asked worriedly, “It won’t give me diarrhea, will it?”

Jiang Zhi forced a smile: “Probably, maybe not.”

Lin Anran grudgingly said “Oh,” and put down the cup. She showed no intention of leaving and didn’t state why she was there.

Jiang Zhi massaged her forehead: “Miss Lin, my place is broken down and small. You must be very uncomfortable staying here, so…”

Lin Anran glared at her in dissatisfaction: “What is that attitude?”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

“Fine, I’m too lazy to argue with you,” the person on the sofa lazily raised her hand, saying as if giving a great reward: “I’m going to live here.”

Jiang Zhi subconsciously nodded in agreement: “Oh, living here, that’s great, great…”

“Wait, hold on—live here?!”

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