Chapter 8: The Pay Must Increase

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Si Yuchuan did not respond immediately, continuing to gently rub the mark between her fingers in an uneven rhythm.

Yun Chuxia gave up resisting and turned her head to look out the window.

The scenery changed rapidly; pedestrians hurried along, but the speeding wheels left them far behind.

Yun Chuxia thought sadly:

No matter how hard I try, can I never catch up to the wheels of fate?

Silence fell inside the car, the awkward atmosphere enveloping Uncle Liu as well.

It was unusual—too unusual.

The president didn’t kick her out but instead held her small hand.

Uncle Liu glanced furtively at the rearview mirror with a heavy sense of suspicion, feeling that the girl looked somewhat familiar.

“We have arrived.”

Uncle Liu didn’t look back, calmly parking the car and speaking respectfully.

Yun Chuxia was momentarily stunned.

Jiutian Media Company?

Isn’t that a company under the Si Group?

“Get out.”

Si Yuchuan didn’t lift his head, lazily leaning back with his legs slightly apart, as if ready to close his eyes and rest.

Yun Chuxia, confused but obedient, quickly got out.

Her palm emptied; Si Yuchuan lightly clenched his fist, the remaining warmth slipping away swiftly as if he had never truly held on.

“Excuse me, this is…”

Yun Chuxia thought Si Yuchuan would get out, but turning around she only saw the taillights of the Cullinan driving away proudly.

“Miss Yun.”

Just as she was puzzled, a gentle and humble voice sounded.

The man wore a well-fitted suit, his hair neatly combed, rimless glasses giving him a refined appearance.

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“I am General Manager Si’s special assistant, Peng Lei.”

He humbly handed over a business card:

“I’ll take you to the registration desk.”

Somewhat anxious, Yun Chuxia followed him inside.

A tall, slender woman was waiting in the office.

Her nameplate read: Director of Public Relations, Lu Yao.

Her short hair barely touched her ears, her complexion healthy, dressed in a brown suit with trousers and heels that accentuated her perfect proportions.

She looked at Yun Chuxia, dressed as if ready to rob a bank, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

“I want an assistant, not a paparazzi.”

Yun Chuxia hurriedly removed her black mask and hat.

“Hello, I’m Yun Chuxia.”

Lu Yao’s gaze paused, then she looked with interest at the hand Yun Chuxia extended.

“Yun Chuxia?”

Yun Chuxia was puzzled, “Do you know me?”

Lu Yao crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.

“I’m handling your case.”

Seeing the two had started talking, Peng Lei tactfully withdrew.

Lu Yao spoke quickly, her diction sharp and decisive:

“As the ex-fiancée abandoned by Young Master Si, how does it feel?”

Yun Chuxia lowered her eyes, hiding the self-mockery within.

Look, she said nothing, yet everyone believed she was the one Si Haochen had discarded.

Especially since the Si family swiftly announced their alliance with the Su family, completely disregarding her feelings.

She had once wholeheartedly believed in Si Haochen, sincerely wanting to spend her life with him.

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Those three years barely mentioned in the book, were actually over a thousand real days.

To say she wasn’t hurt would be impossible.

But compared to a tragic death, what was this?

The world is vast, but life is paramount.

“Quite well,” Yun Chuxia met Lu Yao’s eyes directly.

“I never wanted to marry him.”

Her clear voice was firm. Lu Yao paused for two seconds, then smiled and asked:

“So what do you want?”

“A job.”

Yun Chuxia understood now—this was the job opportunity Si Yuchuan offered, one she intended to seize.

Just then, Peng Lei handed over Yun Chuxia’s resume, which Lu Yao glanced at on the computer screen, raising an eyebrow.

“If you’re willing to cooperate in clearing his name and help Young Master Si restore his image, I can hire you.”

The resume was good—though lacking relevant work experience, at least her major matched and her academic performance was impressive.

But Lu Yao had no intention of hiring her. Regardless of Si Yuchuan’s motives, she would not allow an outsider parachuted in as an assistant.

So she directly challenged her, thinking an ex-girlfriend abruptly dumped on the day of their engagement banquet would never cooperate in salvaging her ex-fiancé’s reputation.

Yun Chuxia almost didn’t hesitate, nodding:

“I have conditions.”

Lu Yao sneered, crossing her long legs.

“Let’s hear it.”

Yun Chuxia took a deep breath and said:

“I want a raise.”