Boss, Please Go Easy On Me (GL) - Chapter 1
“Dear, time to wake up, dear, time to wake up, early to bed and early to rise is super cute ∼” The phone alarm suddenly rang. It was the voice of a cute anime pet that Yan Xiaomi liked very much—a little mechanical but sounding especially adorable.
At seven o’clock in the morning, Yan Xiaomi grabbed her phone, tapped the snooze button for ten minutes, and quickly fell back asleep, continuing the dream she was just having.
Ten minutes later, the alarm rang again. “Dear, time to wake up, dear, time to wake up, early to bed and early to rise is super cute ∼”
“Mm, super cute ∼” Yan Xiaomi closed her eyes, turned over, grabbed her phone, and hit the ten-minute snooze again. She had just dreamed that her male idol held her hand, and she was woken up before she even had a chance to feel shy. Yan Xiaomi desperately tried to connect the dream and soon fell asleep again.
Summer dawns very early. The sky outside the window was already bright, and the sun had stretched and bolted up fiercely. The sunlight hitting the curtain was mostly blocked, but some light still leaked through, illuminating Yan Xiaomi’s eyes. Groggy, she opened her eyes and yawned. She grabbed her phone for a look, and her eyes suddenly widened, all sleepiness instantly gone.
7:55 AM! Work starts at 8:00!
“I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead!”
Yan Xiaomi frantically kicked off the thin quilt and tumbled out of bed. In a fluster, she rushed to the wardrobe to rummage for clothes, not bothering with the slippers that had fallen off. Where’s my uniform? Where’s my uniform? Where’s my uniform?
After searching for a while and not finding it, she suddenly remembered it was in the living room. She rushed to the sofa in the living room, grabbed the work uniform, draped it over the back of the sofa, lifted her nightgown, and was about to start taking it off when she realized something was wrong.
She was used to being alone at home and wasn’t particular about things, often wandering around the rooms just in her underwear. But today was different—the living room curtains weren’t drawn. Although the people opposite couldn’t see clearly from that far, being so exposed and bright felt like streaking in broad daylight, making her feel a little embarrassed. She pulled down the half-lifted nightgown, grabbed her work uniform, and immediately returned to the room.
The phone rang again, sounding like a death knell. Yan Xiaomi paused her dressing. This ringtone was one she had specifically set for An Yao. Every time she heard it, she would become instantly alert, a reaction that was especially noticeable.
Should I answer? Should I answer? Should I answer? If I answer, I’ll die immediately. If I don’t answer, I’ll die a little later. Since death is certain, a short pain is better than a long one. Yan Xiaomi put on her black short skirt, immediately lunged to grab the phone, paused, then answered.
“Yan Xiaomi!”
An Yao’s icy roar came through the phone, pressed against her ear and into her head, startling Yan Xiaomi so much that her hand shook, and the phone dropped to the floor. The phone, which had just been spitting fire, suddenly went silent.
Yan Xiaomi hastily picked up the phone to look. The phone screen had bloomed open (was cracked). No way? Is it broken? Didn’t everyone say that knock-off phones are super durable? It only broke after falling fifteen times?
This early in the morning, Yan Xiaomi felt like smoke was coming out of her seven orifices. Her phone was broken, and An Yao had lost her temper. She recalled An Yao’s words, which she had said without even changing her expression when she was angry before: “Make another mistake, and I’ll fire you immediately!”
Yan Xiaomi looked dejectedly at the broken phone. She was late for work today, she made another mistake. She could imagine An Yao throwing her things on the floor and saying expressionlessly, “Get lost.” A proud and indifferent look. An Yao was always high and mighty, and she, Yan Xiaomi, could only bow her head and submit. Who told her that she relied on back-door connections rather than ability?
If it weren’t for her aunt being An Yao’s university professor, and An Yao giving her aunt some face, she wouldn’t have had the chance to join An Yao’s company as her assistant.
An Yao disliked her from the beginning. She didn’t know if it was because she always made mistakes or because she got in through the back door. In any case, An Yao never smiled at anyone, and Yan Xiaomi hadn’t cared.
But now, she had finally found a job, and losing it like this—how could she face her aunt’s kindness? What would she tell her parents about wanting to be independent?
Yan Xiaomi looked around. Her parents had paid for this apartment. At the time, she had confidently vowed to earn money through her own efforts to repay her parents for the house. Now that her job was gone, what grand promises could she make?
Dejected, upset.
A minute later, Yan Xiaomi immediately cheered up again. Why should she be sad and upset here? No matter how furious An Yao was, didn’t she still need to drink coffee this morning?
An Yao didn’t actually like coffee, she only drank it for work. Yan Xiaomi knew An Yao only drank the very bitter kind of coffee. It smelled fragrant, but Yan Xiaomi knew the taste wasn’t good; she didn’t like it.
Hailing a taxi, she quickly arrived downstairs at the company and bought a cup of coffee. Yan Xiaomi nervously went upstairs. No matter how cold An Yao’s attitude was, no matter how harsh her words were, she had to shamelessly stay. This job wasn’t tiring, and the salary was good. Although An Yao had long been displeased with her, Yan Xiaomi absolutely did not want to be fired just like that—at least, at least, hold on until the end of the month to get her salary!
As she walked by, colleagues greeted Yan Xiaomi, their expressions all a bit solemn. She knew that An Yao’s anger had affected the innocent bystanders. Going to see her now was undoubtedly seeking death, but before dying, she still wanted to struggle a little, even though she knew a cup of coffee was essentially useless.
When Yan Xiaomi arrived at the office door, her heart was racing as fast as if she were going to confess her love. She was so nervous that she felt the central air conditioning couldn’t keep up with her sweat.
“Knock, knock, knock.” Yan Xiaomi knocked on the door.
“Enter.” An Yao’s icy voice instantly poured cold water on her enthusiasm. Suddenly, she was a little afraid to go in.
Just treat it as passing through the gates of hell, Yan Xiaomi thought, pushing the door open and stepping in.
An Yao didn’t have any special feeling about footsteps, but as soon as she heard the sound of the person entering just now, she knew it was Yan Xiaomi. Because Yan Xiaomi was always cautious around her, even walking lightly, afraid that the sound of her high heels would disturb her.
Knowing she had arrived, An Yao looked up at her, leaning back, hands clasped with fingers intertwined, taking her time to observe Yan Xiaomi’s nervous appearance.
Yan Xiaomi looked quite well-behaved. Her short hair also had a certain kind of cuteness. Professor Yan said she was an only child, pampered at home, living a refined life, unable to endure hardship. No wonder her skin looked so delicate and tender.
However, Yan Xiaomi’s personality… didn’t seem like that of a spoiled rich girl. Instead, she was low-key, humble, approachable, and her temper was surprisingly good, with first-rate stress resistance. After staying with her for a week, she still dared to appear before her after making a mistake. Was this commendable courage? Or was she being presumptuous because she had a connection?
An Yao’s eyes suddenly grew much colder as she looked at her.
Although Yan Xiaomi was afraid of An Yao’s gaze, she didn’t want to look so weak. She cautiously met An Yao’s cold eyes. While she was momentarily intimidated, the next second she forced a meek smile, quickly stepped forward, placed the coffee on the desk, and said with a flattering smile, “President An, your coffee.”
“Did I say I wanted coffee?” An Yao looked at her playfully.
Yan Xiaomi’s heart sank. It’s over, she’s trying to make things difficult for me.