I Secretly Read My Boss' Diary (GL) - Chapter 12

Ever since accidentally grabbing Gong Muyu’s hand, Yan Zhao couldn’t shake the feeling that the other woman’s gaze held a strange intensity. Moreover, whenever Yan Zhao tried to ask her something, Gong Muyu seemed to subtly avoid her.

Could Dong Wan’s “crow’s mouth” prophecy have come true? Was Gong Muyu really interested in Sun Yiming?

Otherwise, why would she have gotten so angry just because Sun Yiming had said a few words to defuse the situation? Why would she even keep Yan Zhao under her watchful eye?

Yan Zhao’s suspicions solidified that morning when she went to make coffee. Gong Muyu’s expression darkened the moment she saw Yan Zhao, Dong Wan, and Sun Yiming in the break room.

Using the excuse that Yan Zhao’s plan from the previous day had flaws, Gong Muyu summoned her back to the office for another lecture. This only reinforced Yan Zhao’s conviction that Dong Wan’s theory was correct.

Gong Muyu might genuinely have a crush on Sun Yiming, because she drove away every female creature that came near him.

After enduring a scolding, Yan Zhao silently corrected the plan that Gong Muyu had deemed utterly worthless. She glanced sideways at Gong Muyu’s inscrutable expression, sighed, stood up, and walked over to place the revised plan beside her.

“General Manager Mu, is this format acceptable?”

Yan Zhao had worked at the company for years; she knew the basic plan format inside out.

She knew her excuse was flimsy, but seeing Sun Yiming’s eyes glued to Yan Zhao, she couldn’t suppress her anger.

Since her work with Sun Yiming was minimal, she lacked a legitimate reason to lash out. However, nearly all of Yan Zhao’s projects had to pass through Gong Muyu’s hands, leaving Yan Zhao to bear the brunt of her frustration.

Though Gong Muyu stared at the plan, her mind was elsewhere.

She had made her feelings for Yan Zhao abundantly clear, yet the anxious little fool before her remained completely oblivious.

While this made their interactions more natural, Gong Muyu couldn’t shake a sense of dissatisfaction. The conflicting desires to reveal her feelings while fearing rejection warred within her, making everything around her seem irritating.

“Let’s leave it at that for now. I’ll explain everything in detail later.”

Yan Zhao obediently nodded and returned to her desk with the plan. She refreshed her email and saw nearly twenty messages from Mikai, the head of CHI, all sent within the past half-hour.

Opening each email, she discovered they were all requests for expedited shipping.

“General Manager Mu, Mikai has sent numerous emails, all urgent shipping requests. I’ve glanced at the timestamps, and they all need to be completed within the next two days.”

While CHI’s orders were usually substantial, they had never been this rushed or concentrated. If they accepted all these requests, the pressure on the Shipping Department would be immense.

Gong Muyu rose and came behind Yan Zhao, leaning forward with her hands on the armrests of Yan Zhao’s chair to peer at her computer screen. Being more than ten centimeters taller, Gong Muyu’s position effectively trapped Yan Zhao in her embrace. With just a slight downward tilt of her head, Gong Muyu’s chin could rest on Yan Zhao’s head.

“Call the Shipping Department and check the train schedules for the next few days. We might not be able to handle such a large volume.”

“Right away, I’ll contact them immediately.”

With the double holiday approaching, every client was increasing their pre-holiday shipments. The Shipping Department was already operating at maximum capacity, and taking on CHI’s orders at this point would likely overwhelm them completely.

Gong Muyu could tell from Yan Zhao’s expression that the conversation hadn’t gone well. After a moment of silence, she said, “Reject all of these orders.”

“But if we do that, their system will automatically deduct points from our KPI assessment. Then…”

Gong Muyu shook her head at Yan Zhao.

“They know exactly how our industry operates during the pre-holiday rush. Suddenly dumping so many orders on us means something must have gone wrong internally.”

Knowing Yan Zhao wouldn’t be able to grasp the full implications on her own, Gong Muyu explained her analysis.

Although they were one of CHI’s largest suppliers, their orders weren’t exclusive to their company. Each supplier had a set quota, and they had the right to refuse orders beyond that limit. This time, the decision lay with them, not CHI.

“Do you think other companies might quit taking on projects? Some of CHI’s orders don’t pay very well.”

Gong Muyu nodded to Yan Zhao. “It’s possible. For now, just reply to the email declining the offer. I bet their manager will call us soon.”

As they spoke, it was already lunchtime. The steady drizzle outside made going out for a meal impossible.

Yan Zhao, who always struggled to make decisions, scrolled through her phone, agonizing over what to eat. By the time she finally decided, lunchtime had passed. Remembering Gong Muyu’s earlier warning about not eating in the office, she reluctantly gave up on lunch.

When Gong Muyu returned from her phone call, she noticed Yan Zhao’s desk was completely empty. “You didn’t eat lunch?” she asked, puzzled.

“I wasn’t very hungry, so I skipped it,” Yan Zhao replied, patting her empty stomach with a sheepish chuckle.

Gong Muyu knew from their college days that Yan Zhao was someone who needed three meals a day. Seeing her plump hands secretly pressing against her stomach, Gong Muyu knew she was lying. She set down her work, grabbed her coat from the back of her chair, and called out to Yan Zhao as she headed for the door.

Hearing no footsteps behind her, Gong Muyu turned to see Yan Zhao still standing in the same spot. “Why aren’t you coming?” she asked.

“Oh, right.” Yan Zhao replied, picking up her phone from the table. She jogged to catch up with Gong Muyu and followed her out the door.

When they reached the self-serve restaurant in the mall, Yan Zhao gazed at the dazzling array of food, barely able to suppress her drool. “General Manager Mu,” she asked, “isn’t it a bit inappropriate to eat out during work hours?”

Gong Muyu pressed her gently into a seat, handing her phone and coat to Yan Zhao to watch over. Then she turned and went to fetch food for her.

Yan Zhao was touched to see Gong Muyu make multiple trips, each time bringing back dishes she knew Yan Zhao liked. When Gong Muyu returned with a few strawberry-flavored pastries, Yan Zhao waited until she sat down before hastily thanking her.

“Isn’t it all food you like? Why aren’t you eating?”

Yan Zhao nodded. “Thank you, General Manager Mu. How did you know my favorite flavors?”

Gong Muyu paused, caught off guard by the question. Meeting Yan Zhao’s curious gaze, she quickly improvised, “Oh, I just guessed.”

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