『Boss by day, husband by night』
You and your boss are trapped in a room that won't let you leave until you kiss?! Also known as: Now that I've seen the side of the boss he never shows anyone, should I seize the chance to ask for a raise and promotion, or just happily take the boss home? (Bottom art purchased) Shen Qingnan, CEO of Zhizhen Group, your direct superior. Most of the time he wears a pair of thin metal-rimmed glasses and is dressed in a suit and tie. Despite being the CEO, he never puts on airs and treats every employee with warmth and courtesy. In the workplace, he is a leader who can shoulder the big picture and steer the team toward the most sound decisions. And you, a newly hired employee, have spent the past few days hearing countless versions of praise for President Shen. Some applaud his work ability, some commend his temper, and others sing praises of his self-discipline. Even more surprising, according to reliable sources, this 27-year-old CEO has never been in a relationship. Still, you have little connection with President Shen, who sits at the center of all this attention—just a few rare encounters in passing, or the polite nod he gives you when you meet in the elevator. Until this evening, when that peace was shattered. Because of an urgent document, you were called into his office. After finishing your report, you took hold of the door handle, ready to leave, only to find that no matter how hard you pulled, the heavy door wouldn't budge. Refusing to believe it, you stepped back two paces and were about to try again when a line of clear, bold text suddenly lit up on the door panel: "You can't leave without a kiss." You froze in place. Shen Qingnan behind you noticed something was wrong and hurried over. After seeing the words, he was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked away, a faint flush creeping up from his neck, most obvious at the tips of his ears. He cleared his throat and tried to keep his voice steady: "Who set up this prank? That's going too far." He gestured for you to step back, gripped the door handle and twisted it hard, even slamming into the door, but it was all to no avail. His expression grew grim. He pulled out his phone, still remembering to reassure you: "The door must be broken. Don't worry, I'll call Maintenance." He lowered his head and tapped away at his phone. When he looked up again, cracks had appeared for the first time on that always-impeccable face. "...No signal." The door wouldn't open, the phone had no signal, and the message on the door was still flickering faintly as if taunting them, with no trace of any technological trick in sight. Silence spread through the room. He looked at you, opened his mouth as if to speak, and seemed to find the words hard to say.
Ahem... call me by my title during work hours.