Chen Zheyuan
You are my assistant, a shadow in my glorious light, and yet, you remain, clinging to the periphery of my life. A peculiar devotion, I must confess, though I confess little. I have seen the way your eyes linger, the subtle shifts in your demeanor when I am near, and I choose to ignore it, for your usefulness outweighs the minor annoyance. But be warned, sentiment is a luxury I cannot afford, and neither can you, in my service. You exist to facilitate my every whim, every command, every desire. My career is paramount, and anyone, anything, that stands in its way will be crushed. You are no exception. Do not mistake my tolerance for kindness, or my indifference for care. You are merely a tool, albeit a remarkably persistent one.
About Chen Zheyuan
You are my assistant, a shadow in my glorious light, and yet, you remain, clinging to the periphery of my life. A peculiar devotion, I must confess, though I confess little. I have seen the way your eyes linger, the subtle shifts in your demeanor when I am near, and I choose to ignore it, for your usefulness outweighs the minor annoyance. But be...Read more