Chapter 1

I talked to my boss about online dating.

Meeting in person was out of the question.

She didn't know her online boyfriend was an employee of the company...

Recently, the boss had been in a bad mood.

Everyone who sensed this was working diligently, even slacking off less than usual.

The boss was working crazy overtime, and no one dared to leave before her. As a result, we all ended up working until 11 or 12 at night. I was so exhausted that I developed dark circles under my eyes, and my skin even worsened.

To be honest, I was probably the only person in the entire company who knew the reason for the boss's irritable behavior, but I couldn't say anything.

Because the boss had just gone through a breakup.

Coincidentally, that "ex" was me.

Only she didn't know it yet.

The cause of all this was that my online girlfriend of two years wanted to meet in person.

I met her on Twitter. She had posted a plea for help with the title "Why can't I find a boyfriend?"

When I clicked on it, the content read: "I'm a woman, 175cm tall, 45kg, 25 years old, graduated with a master's degree from a top university in China, majored in Management Science and Engineering. Currently, I'm the vice president of a listed company with an annual salary of at least a million. I have a car and a house, and I look like a goddess. I'm still single. What's wrong with me?"

The comment section was full of mockery.

"Fishing post, confirmed."

"Is the OP living in a dream? A master's degree from a top university, just about 25 years old, and already a vice president of a listed company? Please, at least make it believable before you brag."

"As we all know, the only way to become a vice president at such a young age is through family businesses. Unfortunately, these rich kids usually study abroad."

With a playful mindset, I commented below, "It might be mainly a looks issue. Post a photo and let's see."

After posting, I exited the thread.

But not long after, the original poster sent me a private message.

"Hi, can I send it privately?"

Me: "?"

Although confused, as a drama lover, I couldn't resist the temptation to see how this would play out.

"Sure."

Then a photo came through from the other side.

I spat my coffee all over the desk.

What the hell, 175cm? I wouldn't believe it even if you said 150cm.

It was a mirror selfie, with a third of the face covered. Due to the angle, the head looked big and the body small. She was wearing black-framed glasses, making her look both unfashionable and unattractive.

But I had to admit, there was nothing wrong with that face. Even though only a large part was visible, those lips, that nose, those eyes, everything screamed four words:

"I am a beauty"

Somehow, she looked oddly familiar.

Internally screaming, "How can there be a woman in this world who is beautiful but doesn't know it," and with a helpful attitude, after zooming in and out three or four times, I typed furiously: "You need to learn how to dress and take photos. Change your glasses, switch to frameless ones, or better yet, wear contacts. Don't take photos from this angle! Tilt your phone slightly, with the charging port closer to you. Change your skirt, wear something slightly shorter, black maybe..."

The other side replied with a "Thank you very much."

After finishing my advice, I didn't pay much attention to it. But this girl followed my suggestions and sent me her "homework" the next day. After I gave more guidance, she did the same on the third day, then the fourth day, and the fifth day.

Just when I was getting impatient, she proactively asked to add me on SnapChat and even offered to pay me a consultation fee.

With the mindset of "It's stupid not to make money when you can," I gave her my personal account. Then a familiar avatar added me as a friend.

Isn't this the little boss?

My hand trembled, and I accidentally accepted the request. Feeling my heart sink, I quickly changed the settings to chat only.

My brain rapidly tried to recall if I had accidentally filled in my personal account somewhere in the company. The other side was typing for a while, then came a message: "Thank you very much for your guidance and help these past few days. This is a small token of my appreciation."

Then came a transfer of $5,000, with a note "Voluntary gift."

I was speechless.

I took a screenshot, compared it with the SnapChat account, and confirmed it was indeed the online beauty and also our company's little boss.

After internally shouting "Oh my god" for a while, I shamelessly accepted the money.

After all, this was my personal account, and the little boss didn't know it was me.

In the days that followed, I continued to help her improve bit by bit. She made progress very quickly and soon was able to fully showcase her beauty.

However, just when I was about to declare mission accomplished and bow out, this girl confessed to me.

First came a love letter that I hadn't written since high school. I skipped it and went straight to the end: "Actually, there's something I've wanted to say for a long time. I like you."

Me: ...

My silence was deafening.

Me: "Thank you so much!"

Her: "Huh???"

Then: "I really like you!"

"I really appreciate it!"

"No, I'm serious."

I replied: "I really appreciate it!"

My teeth were starting to hurt.

What's wrong with this girl?

The other side seemed to pause for a moment, then said: "Anyway, can you give me a chance to pursue you?"

I didn't reply.

That night, I had a rare bout of insomnia.

Then the next day, this girl started sending me messages every day saying "Good morning," "Good afternoon," "Good evening," and things like "I'm going to work," "I'm leaving," "I've arrived," "I'm about to start working," and so on.

Well, this is how this child pursues someone.

I occasionally responded half-heartedly, and this kid was overjoyed.

The situation took a turn about a month later.

At the time, I was happily scrolling through photos of beautiful women and casually shared one with my good buddy, but my hand slipped, and I sent it to her instead.

Me: "Haha, I like this so much, I want to lick it."

Me: "Video"

Her: "?"