001.5 | Gratitude For Saving Me

He woke up the next day in accordance with his body's natural waking hours. Following the routine, he went to the sink to brush his teeth, took a short bath, and then prepared a simple breakfast.

There was nothing much to bring to the office since most of his things were left in the lockers, so he merely needed his keys, his phone, and other necessities. Before seven, he was already out of his apartment.

It can be asserted that Jun Zihao is living his life monotonously.

His daily life is only detailed between his work place and home.

Qi Sying, who was watching Jun Zihao's repetitive routine, could not help but to feel itchy. There is nothing wrong with going to work on time or properly working during work hours. But Jun Zihao was too stiff. He doesn't know any enjoyment.

If he was not at the company to read documents, then he was at home doing the similar thing. He only changed locations. Even on weekends, when people were supposed to take a rest, Jun Zihao would still go to the company to take extra shifts.

He worked as if he was the owner of the company!

Qi Sying suddenly had an urge to change some courses by considering a different path to the office or maybe getting late a few times. But when he attempted it, he suddenly felt anxious while his chest was heavy. It triggered his nausea, which made it worse.

It felt extremely bad. It seemed that the power of nature was too strong for him to alter Jun Zihao's habits abruptly. He lamented the original's fate of living a colorless life.

「The original had lived his life with content. This system thinks it wasn't a bad arrangement.」

Many people also live in the same way and were contented with it. Not all people pursue a wealthy and exciting life. But Qi Sying objected. He believed Jun Zihao's health rapidly deteriorated due to overwork and fatigue.

"It is good to work, ah. But you must balance it with play. He was a complete newcomer who was accepted only a month ago. Yet, Jun Zihao worked as if resting a day would cause the company to go bankrupt."

「What is the host planning to do?」

"I think he should spice up things, you know? Like skipping as he walks or maybe slapping some stranger occasionally..."

「Why would you slap a stranger occasionally?」

"I..." Jun Zihao trailed off.

It was just an idea to poke interest in the original's boring life, not actually trying to do it. With Jun Zihao's health, it's impossible to do anything excessive, and he could only wilt by staying at home after work.

As he was trying to think of a reason, he had already arrived at the company. The first thing that the original always did was to fill in his arrival details to show that he wasn't late. As Qi Sying went over to the corner to check in, someone stopped him.

This someone is Wen Yuan, the one who carried Jun Zihao to the ambulance yesterday. Qi Sying had some good impressions of this man and smiled at him cordially. He had referred to the memories of Jun Zihao, and this Wen Yuan was one of those people who helped investigate the plagiarism case.

He could be considered the father of the youngsters belonging to the Creative Department. He might look stern and unapproachable at first sight, but in reality he was a kind-hearted old man who constantly looked out for his subordinates whenever they were in trouble.

"Are you all right? Is it already okay for you to go to work?" Wen Yuan asked.

"The doctor said that I am fine. It's just a migraine. The doctor had already prescribed a few medicines," Jun Zihao replied.

"It's good to hear that," Wen Yuan mumbled.

Though, he thought, if it was just a simple migraine, was there a need for him to faint like that? He almost thought that Jun Zihao was dying.

"I am absolutely fine. Senior Wen has nothing to worry about."

"You have to take good care of yourself, okay? Don't make us seniors get worried or else every one of us will die of a heart attack..." Wen Yuan naturally outstretched his hand to ruffle Jun Zihao's hair.

However, the youth suddenly evaded his gesture. This action had been a natural thing between the two, but somehow the youth evaded his touch. If it was the original Jun Zihao, he would not dare avoid such an intimate thing.

But the one residing in the body had experienced the greatest pain in his life, so he would stop anything or anyone from touching his head. He had become conscious and avoided the hand by reflex. The two individuals stared at each other, with the awkwardness rising with each second.

"Ah that..." Jun Zihao wanted to defend his actions when he was interrupted by the person in the attendance section.

Qi Sying just filed his attendance for the day, and the lady punched in the details. When she was typing the information, the telephone on the corner of the desk rang.

She answered the line with the practiced greeting and was surprised to know that it was Secretary San Zhao who called. The latter stated his commands as the woman listened attentively. The latter stated his commands as the woman listened attentively.

"You were summoned to the top floor," the lady said.

"The top floor... the CEO's office?" Qi Sying muttered. "Why am I called?"

"They didn't state their reason. They just wanted you to come up."

He pretty much knew the reason why he was called out. It seems that while he was sleeping soundly last night, "someone" made an effort to dig up his information up. Qi Sying knew that he would be promoted to the position of personal secretary, so he prepared a lot.

However, he still kept a puzzled expression, as if telling everyone that he did not know what kind of dog shit he had stepped on the morning that he was summoned the moment he checked in. Wen Yuan dismissed him with a wave and advanced towards the VIP elevator.

"I haven't thanked the senior yet," Jun Zihao said as he walked inside the elevator.

"No, you don't need to thank me. I just helped my junior," Wen Yuan said.

"Still, I wanted to express my gratitude," Jun Zihao only thought of something before voicing it out. "How about I treat the senior and others for dinner?"

"Really, you don't have to..."

"Okay, a dinner. I will send the details of the place later."

Wen Yuan wanted to retort, but Qi Sying already pressed the close button. Seeing the figure depart, Wen Yuan could not help but heave a sigh. Somehow, he thought that something had changed with Jun Zihao. Even though the confidence that he had was obvious, there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

It was as if he had become a new person.

The department head shook his head helplessly as he turned to walk to the other elevator. Different from the VIP elevator, this one seems smaller and less decorated—enough for a commoner employee like him.

It was still early, so there were only a few people taking the elevator. Without waiting for the vehicle to fill up, someone pressed the close button and the elevator descended towards their respected offices.