Chapter 63

Oh no, I fell down.

Recycling Station 777.

“How’s the progress of your work going?”

Leaning back in the chair with legs crossed over the table in front of him, Lin Wuju glanced at the newspaper in his hand and spoke softly.

“Both Zhao Mengsheng and Zhou Bin have developed a liking for me.” Yawning as she put her phone down, Wen Han sat opposite on the sofa. “But they haven’t reached the point of being willing to die for me.”

Lin Wuju lifted his head, “A friendly reminder, this is already the third day.”

“The third day?” Wen Han frowned. “You didn’t tell me before that the task had a time limit.”

“There isn’t one in theory. However, each station master must report last month’s performance to their superiors at the beginning of the month. Last month we only reclaimed one soul, Qin Long, ranking us near the bottom among the 777 stations.”

“There’s even a ranking?” Wen Han sneered. “What? Do you guys have this system too? If you don’t meet the standards, will you be fired?”

Lin Wuju smiled slightly and lit his cigar. “No firing, but there will be punishment. Also, what do you mean by ‘you guys’? You’re part of the station now.”

“Whatever.” Wen Han rolled her eyes. “There’s something else. I don’t have a proper job right now, and suddenly having so much money makes me worry others might think too much of it.”

“So you can actually be afraid?” Lin Wuju smiled faintly. “I didn’t expect that.”

Wen Han took a deep breath and suddenly changed the subject. “Are you a man?”

“?”

“Answer.”

Lin Wuju chuckled, “Absolutely genuine.”

“I’ll ask you again, are women people?”

“Of course.”

“Then you get it.” Wen Han stuck out her pink tongue. “Since you are a person, that means you are a woman, which is why your voice has such a feminine quality, in short, it’s called effeminate!”

“?” Lin Wuju couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “I don’t see where I resemble a woman.”

“You see, you just admitted it.” Wen Han shook her head. “Women are people. If you don’t admit that you are a woman, then it means you are not a person!”

After a moment of silence, Lin Wuju finally laughed, “Wen Han, Wen Han, you really hold grudges and won’t let anyone take advantage!”

“That’s natural.” Wen Han looked up. “If one doesn’t look after oneself, heaven and earth will destroy them.”

With that, she stood up with a snap, holding a small mirror to check her makeup.

Lin Wuju couldn’t help but look curiously, “What are you doing?”

“Preparing for a date.”

“A date? With… Zhao Mengsheng or Zhou Bin?”

Snap.

As soon as Lin Wuju spoke, Wen Han closed the mirror.

“Sorry, you guessed wrong.”

“Oh?” Lin Wuju was stunned. “Not for the mission? Then… who is it?”

“Xiao Lin, can I understand that you’re a bit jealous?” Wen Han picked up her bag and sat in the chair in front of him.

Her black-clad legs dangled in the air, gently swaying, her little toe twitching slightly.

Opposite, Lin Wuju shook his head, “As a boss, I should care about my employees.”

“Pfft!” Wen Han covered her mouth. “Do you really want to know who I’m dating?”

“If you’re willing to answer.”

“Of course.”

With a forceful arm movement, the body sitting on the left side of the table suddenly slid to the right.

Wen Han raised her eyebrows, “I want to invite you, would you mind?”

“Invite me?” Lin Wuju frowned. “Are you serious?”

Whoosh!

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Han had suddenly disappeared from his sight.

Lin Wuju stood there in shock, then suddenly realized something and quickly reached behind himself.

Snap!

A note held together with tape was instantly in his hand, with only a short sentence written on it.

[Of course, it’s fake.]

Flipping it over, there was a turtle pattern with five characters written above it: [I am a jerk].

“When did she stick this on me?”

Squinting his eyes, Lin Wuju’s smile became more uncontrollable.

…

[I’m here, where are you?]

Looking at the message Zhou Bin sent on her phone screen, Wen Han slowly put on a white lace-trimmed halter dress, stepped into high heels, and leisurely walked out of the elevator.

She soon saw the familiar car and hurried over quickly.

Click-click-click…

On the other side.

Hearing the sound of high heels behind him, the ‘skittish’ Zhou Bin immediately turned around, discovering Wen Han rushing over.

“Boss, I’m really sorry!!!”

Wen Han apologized apologetically, and when she ran to the car door, she suddenly gasped and fell to the ground with a snap.

“Are you okay?” Zhou Bin’s face changed instantly, and he hurriedly got out of the car too.

When he reached the right side, Wen Han was already trembling as she supported herself against the car window.

“Wen Han, how are you?”

“I’m fine… Ouch!” Wen Han rubbed her ankle. “It might be twisted, I was in too much of a hurry.”

Why do you think I wore these heels?

“You… We’re not in a rush.” Zhou Bin shook his head self-consciously. “Let me take you to the hospital first.”

“No need!” Wen Han immediately shook her head. “Boss, I’m really fine.”

“I said so, I mean it!” Zhou Bin’s face suddenly turned serious. “Be good! Let’s go check your ankle!”

Wen Han fell silent, staring blankly at him.

Adrenaline made Zhou Bin even more uncontrollably play the role of a domineering CEO.

When someone is acting tough, they can’t help themselves.

He immediately opened the car door to help Wen Han in.

At that moment, Wen Han suddenly woke up like a startled deer, stepping back in confusion.

“Sorry.” She stammered, then awkwardly smiled. “Boss, then… trouble you.”

Seeing her transition from aloof to friendly, and now to flirtatious,

Zhou Bin’s heart’s progress bar advanced, and he couldn’t help smiling, “That’s better. After the check-up, I’ll treat you to a big meal!”

“Boss, I…”

“Listen!”

Some women love the “domineering CEO” type, enjoying the feeling of being conquered.

Based on Zhou Bin’s observations, those who tried to chat up Wen Han in the bar were all rather weak, and Wen Han never developed any feelings for them.

Considering her reaction today after he showed his “dominant aura,” Zhou Bin felt he understood Wen Han’s character.

She was proud and looked down on women who stuttered during conversations.

Such women would only submit to stronger, more dominant men. As a man, Zhou Bin believed conquering Wen Han would bring him immense satisfaction.

Looking at the red rose on her collar, he couldn’t help but want to pounce on her immediately.

But he couldn’t rush things; haste makes waste.

Zhou Bin instantly transformed back into a mature, gentlemanly figure, “Come on, I’ll take you to see a doctor.”

“…Okay.”

Wen Han, as if afraid to meet Zhou Bin’s gaze, lowered her head and sat in the car.

At the same time, she silently sent a text to Su Zeheng.