Chapter 4 – The Sprinkler-Truck-Type Mary Sue

Monday, 9:00 AM.

Yan Dun returned to the CEO’s office as usual, only to run straight into another major plot point.

How did he know it was a plot point?

Simple.

Because he ran into the Mary Sue heroine again.

The HR representative brought the heroine over to Yan Dun and said with a smile:

“This is the new intern assistant.”

Yan Dun was already too exhausted to complain internally:

A huge corporation hires a CEO assistant intern, and HR directly brings her into work without even informing the CEO’s secretary beforehand… and apparently even the CEO himself doesn’t know about it…

Forget it.

Never try to apply logic to a domineering CEO novel.

All logic must make way for the encounter between the Mary Sue heroine and the domineering CEO.

The moment the heroine saw Yan Dun, she started trembling tearfully again.

Seeing her trembling with tears, Yan Dun felt sympathetic.

Poor thing. The asshole system probably electrocuted her again.

HR looked puzzled.

“What’s wrong, Mary Sue?”

Yes.

The Mary Sue heroine’s actual name was Mary Sue.

Just as Yan Dun was about to say something, the system prompt rang out:

【Customer, please begin making things difficult for the Mary Sue heroine.】

Yan Dun immediately switched into lackey mode again.

“Hmph, now I remember—you’re the waitress from Friday night, right? What exactly is HR doing with recruitment? You hired someone who can’t even carry a tray steadily to be the CEO assistant?”

HR hurriedly asked, “Secretary Yan, what do you mean by that…?”

Mary Sue immediately shook her head tearfully.

“I’m very sorry about what happened that day. But I only worked as a waitress to support myself. I’m actually an undergraduate majoring in secretarial studies at XX University…”

So the heroine was a top university student who only worked as a waitress to support herself.

A pretty standard setting.

HR quickly chimed in too:

“Yes, Mary Sue really is an excellent student from XX University. Her qualifications do meet the company’s hiring standards.”

Yan Dun waved dismissively.

“Forget it. I won’t hold it against you. Since you’re here already, we’ll be coworkers. But I suggest you put away those little schemes of yours and stop ‘accidentally’ crashing into the CEO.”

Mary Sue looked at him with a face full of humiliation and anger, while HR stood awkwardly to the side.

Honestly, Yan Dun himself felt embarrassed saying these lines, but the script still had to proceed.

So he entered An Chi’s office to report work, adding:

“HR brought in the new intern assistant. Her name’s Mary Sue… and coincidentally, she’s the girl who spilled wine on your clothes Friday night.”

An Chi looked slightly surprised.

“How is it her?”

“Just a coincidence,” Yan Dun answered. “She said she worked as a waitress for extra income. She’s actually a university student from XX University.”

“Oh.”

An Chi didn’t seem especially interested.

Yan Dun, however, grew anxious inside.

Come on, aren’t you supposed to be attracted to hardworking, independent girls like this? Why are you not interested at all? Aren’t you a domineering CEO?!

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” An Chi said.

The door opened, revealing Mary Sue carrying a cup of coffee.

An Chi frowned.

“Why did you come in?”

Yan Dun quickly explained, “I asked her to make coffee.”

“Mhm.” An Chi nodded.

Mary Sue carried the coffee over while Yan Dun instinctively retreated several steps.

Sure enough—

Mary Sue somehow tripped on completely flat ground and spilled the coffee all over An Chi.

Yan Dun was speechless.

What, is this all she knows how to do? First red wine, now coffee?

Is this Mary Sue taking the “human sprinkler truck” route?

Still, Yan Dun reflexively blurted out:

“Do you even know what you’ve done? President An’s outfit costs more than you could afford in a year without eating or drinking!”

Mary Sue immediately started trembling tearfully again.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

Looking at her, Yan Dun actually felt bad for her.

Poor thing. The system probably electrocuted her again.

An Chi looked furious.

“What is wrong with you? Do you have some kind of medical condition? You can’t even carry coffee or wine properly?”

Then he exploded:

“You’re fired!”

Both Mary Sue and Yan Dun froze in shock.

Fired??? That’s not how the script is supposed to go???

And just like that, on her very first day of work, Mary Sue got fired.

Yan Dun had originally wanted to persuade An Chi otherwise, but An Chi immediately followed up with:

“Who hired her? Fire HR too!”

Yan Dun instantly shrank back and no longer dared speak up for Mary Sue.

Are you kidding?

An Chi was so angry he even wanted to fire HR. If Yan Dun stepped on the landmine now, wouldn’t he get fired too?

After all, in a domineering CEO world, CEOs could fire employees with a single sentence. Labor laws and severance pay apparently didn’t exist.

It was as if workers in this world had absolutely no protections at all.

Yan Dun had only just secured this precious nine-to-five, million-yuan salary job. He definitely didn’t want to lose it.

After firing two people in one breath, An Chi’s “domineering CEO rage” finally subsided somewhat.

That afternoon, another visitor arrived to discuss business.

The guest was none other than one of the victims from the previous “wine-spilling incident”

Hua Daimao.

Hua Daimao was dressed the same way as before: white shirt, top three buttons undone, revealing just enough of his excellent physique to drive people crazy.

As a young gay man, Yan Dun couldn’t help glancing at Hua Daimao’s lazy, sexy appearance a few extra times.

And that was exactly where disaster struck.

Because Yan Dun got distracted while staring.

He stumbled slightly—and the coffee in his hand splashed all over Hua Daimao.

Once again, Hua Daimao performed a “wet-shirt seduction” scene.

Hua Daimao’s secretary slammed the table and stood up.

“Do you even know what you’ve done? President Hua’s outfit costs more than you could afford in a year without eating or drinking!”

…Why does that line sound so familiar?

Yan Dun’s heart skipped a beat. He turned toward An Chi and saw anger appear on his face as well.

I made exactly the same mistake as Mary Sue…

Crap! President An isn’t going to fire me too, is he?!

Thinking about losing his precious “nine-to-five with a million annual salary” job, Yan Dun genuinely started trembling tearfully.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

An Chi exploded in fury:

“What do you mean, he can’t afford it in a year without eating or drinking? Are you looking down on me, An Chi? My secretary earns a million a year, okay?!”

Yan Dun instantly felt overwhelming joy.

So President An’s anger isn’t directed at me?

That’s great—my job is safe!

Hua Daimao, meanwhile, didn’t seem angry at all. He merely smiled faintly.

“Oh? So that’s how it is. Then I underestimated the two of you. I originally thought Secretary Yan worked hard for little pay, so there was no need for compensation…”

“What do you mean by that? Who are you looking down on?” An Chi slammed the table. “Do you think Xiao Yan can’t afford to compensate you? He will compensate you!”

Yan Dun’s emotions felt like a roller coaster.

“I’m truly sorry. Compensation is only appropriate,” Yan Dun said with a professional smile despite the misery in his heart. “There’s a spare shirt in the changing room. If President Hua doesn’t mind…”

A glint flashed through Hua Daimao’s eyes.

“Very well. Then I’ll trouble Secretary Yan to accompany me while I change.”