The Days of Being an Assistant for the CEO of a Mary Sue Novel - Chapter 12: The Boss' Uncle's POV (END)
- The Days of Being an Assistant for the CEO of a Mary Sue Novel
- Chapter 12: The Boss' Uncle's POV (END)
Chapter 12 (EXTRA) – The Boss’ Uncle’s POV
My name is He Nianyao.
I am a chairman.
In the words of Ping’an, boss’ uncle.
The first time I saw Ping’an was at A-cheng’s office.
Ping’an dejectedly held his arm as he came in. His face was stiff, and his cheeks were bulging like a chipmunk.
He might have been in a bad mood.
I looked at Ping’an’s fair cheeks, thinking about what it would feel if I pinched it.
I thought it was a bit adorable.
This was the first time I thought a boy was adorable.
Ping’an prattled the report on his investigation to Yucheng. Some hidden bitterness leaked from his eyes as he reported as if he wasn’t an assistant but rather a gossiping youth.
I was really impressed by how the cogs in Ping’an’s mind turned and how unabashed he was about his feelings.
I praised him and affectionately ruffling his head, in passing. It is said that young girls are quite fond of it.
Then I was bitten.
Ping’an’s mouth was really ruthless.
He was also a genuine lackey.
Still, it was all quite adorable.
I was fond of seeing the way his fur puffed up when teased. He was like an adorable kitten, brandishing his not-so-sharp claws, trying to scratch your face.
I tried to ask him to be my assistant but he refused.
I expected his refusal. What I didn’t expect was A-cheng’s untimely return.
This little assistant likes A-cheng.
But A-cheng obviously liked the woman he had a one-night stand with.
After a few days of organizing my thoughts, A-cheng called me to asking to let Ping’an be my assistant.
I considered it and agreed.
“Don’t bully him.” A-cheng warned me over the phone for the sake of the little assistant.
I originally didn’t want to bully him.
But Ping’an was really cute.
And also quite clever.
Always fearlessly paying lip service.
And wanting even more to be given a raise.
He was like a harmless poison that gradually made me unable to extricate myself from it.
I admit that I was impulsive and I regretted it. I shouldn’t have taken advantaged his capacity for alcohol yet I ruthlessly did just that.
But he didn’t look like he even minded it. He didn’t even react one bit.
I thought he would be angry and curse at me, if not then he could have also cried.
But he didn’t react. He was calm, as if nothing had happened.
My immediate reaction was fear. I feared that I caused him great psychological harm.
Still as time goes by, Ping’an had never showed any excessive reaction. He didn’t even seem to have any thoughts about what I had done to him. To the extent that sometimes, he would even display the appropriate response—
“You took a little bit longer today.”
I didn’t know if everything was starting to change for the better but I thought that I should be together with Ping’an.
Even if the both of us still haven’t said anything further.
I didn’t dare to. And I have no clue about Ping’an’s thoughts on the matter.
It was reasonable to say that I had never been afraid of anything, but I didn’t dare clarify to Ping’an about my relationship with him.
I began to lose my temper.
Maybe it was because of Ping’an, maybe it was because of me.
The situation erupted on the day that Ping’an saw A-cheng again.
Indeed, I took Ping’an to A-cheng’s company to handle some matters. When Ping’an saw A-cheng, there had been a certain light in his eyes and his whole face brightened.
I rarely ever saw Ping’an like that. To me, Ping’an has always been like a block of wood, unresponsive and unfeeling.
I think Ping’an may still love A-cheng but I had forced him to follow after me.
I was jealous. Crazily jealous.
I put Ping’an on house arrest for a period of time.
I admit that it was one of the things that I regret most in my life.
Ping’an was not fond of smiling, and he also did not like to nag.
He always had a wooden expression.
I feared that because of my impulses, I would lose Ping’an.
I thought I should let him go.
Let Ping’an have the chance to decide.
I asked A-cheng to take Ping’an back.
But Ping’an’s situation still made it hard for me to feel assured.
Under my continued disturbances in WeChat, Ping’an eventually blacklisted me.
I unexpectedly felt relief.
Being blacklisted was better than being uncaringly ignored.
It took me quite some time to find Ping’an.
Yet I saw him happily chatting with a handsome little student.
I felt like I would rush up to them at any given second.
But I held back.
I cannot hurt Ping’an again.
I felt that my hypocritical façade was rotten to the core. Even my smiles dripped with blood that was full of hypocrisy.
Shu Lin told me that I wasn’t in the best state.
He told me that I cared too much about Ping’an.
He told me that I should learn to let go.
I replied that it was impossible.
After my consultation, Shu Lin informed me that Ping’an may not be as mentally sound and asked me to let them meet.
I was worried that Ping’an would be uncomfortable, so I asked Shu Lin to meet in a restaurant’s private booth.
When the psychotherapy began, I found an excuse to leave.
I didn’t know what they talked about.
After Ping’an came out, he showed me intimacy that he never once had.
To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised.
I thought Shu Lin was right. Ping’an really did have a mental illness.
I didn’t ask about the specifics of their follow-up treatment.
But I knew that things were getting better.
“Boss He, I forgot to take a towel when I went in the shower. Could you bring me a clean one…”
“Coming, be right there.”
“Stop writing your stupid self-confessions. It’s useless. Come over here quickly!”
I glanced at the computer, closed the screen, found a towel and went to the bathroom.
Ping’an often didn’t take the initiative to request something of me, so there must be something going on. I’ll continue this next time.
There is no next time. [Rolls eyes] — Lu Ping’an.
refers to how he kissed up when he found out that Nianyao was the uncle
T/N: We can all agree that ML isn’t really the best one out there but I have to applaud him taking the initiative to seek out a therapist. That in itself earns him a bit of brownie points from me. Still doesn’t excuse his actions though. Also ML’s so whipped kekekeke
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