Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 475 - 345. The confidence to control one’s life

Chapter 475: 345. The confidence to control one’s life

On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, He Ying was still in Jiang City, having not gone home.

The dormitory had long since closed, so she rented a small two-bedroom apartment near Beiyuan that had been remodeled into a one-bedroom unit.

This place was close to Nanhu Industrial Park, housed in buildings from the late twentieth century, the kind with several households sharing a staircase in large row buildings, with exteriors that were somewhat old and worn.

But precisely because of this, He Ying could afford a short-term rental without feeling too much pressure.

She found shared housing inconvenient and didn’t like living too far from the company.

As for the luxurious single apartments near the industrial park, they were beyond her financial means for now.

So these relatively older properties, as long as the landlords had put in decent work during renovations, became her ideal choice.

As for why she didn’t take advantage of the holiday to go home but instead rented by herself, there were many reasons.

Work, life, family...

Every little facet.

Tonight, she had just finished bathing and dried the water droplets from her body with a towel before collapsing onto her small bed. She wasn’t wearing a nightgown, not even underwear.

She lay stark naked on her bedsheet, her long legs crossed—one folded inward, one stretched outward—resting against each other.

Lonely but free.

Yet, the scene in this rented apartment wasn’t about wanting relaxation, freedom, personality, or playing at being alluring after a bath.

It was simply because there were five minutes left until the boss’s impromptu work meeting.

And now, it was already past two in the morning.

She was truly exhausted.

So fatigued that she didn’t even feel like moving.

During the holiday, He Ying wasn’t any more relaxed than when her boss was around.

She got up at five in the morning to deal with a morning’s worth of work emails.

After her midday break, she made a special trip to Douyu Company’s headquarters to plan variety show segments with a group of young directors, draft promotional content, and coordinate with PR firms for pre-launch campaigns.

She hustled and didn’t call it a day until about 1:30 in the afternoon. Unable to feel entirely at ease, she sent a WeChat message to Mr. Lu to report her progress.

[Everything is smoothly on track. Filming is expected to start after the New Year.]

In return, Mr. Lu replied only with an "OK" emoji.

Her afternoon was consumed by the company’s biweekly meeting. With no time for breaks at noon, she had to prepare the topics and send them to Mr. Lu in advance.

That evening, she immediately tackled the tasks assigned in the meeting, liaising with Hang City’s Xie Yujia to jointly analyze data for the January sales report.

When all the work was wrapped up, and she got home for a late-night snack, it was almost midnight.

After showering, her weary body—shrouded in the warmth of hot water—had no strength left, so much so that even her little finger didn’t want to move.

But right then, Mr. Lu sent another message, giving her only a brief moment to prepare for more instructions.

"Just let me sleep five more minutes—only five minutes."

She nestled into her soft, fragrant bed, refusing to budge.

In just five minutes, work would resume. She debated whether to let herself fall asleep, mindful that dark circles wouldn’t be very elegant.

Even as she lamented, He Ying couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of satisfaction.

This mindset was incredibly subtle.

Being handed assignments at two in the morning meant that Lu Jincheng no longer regarded her as an ordinary employee.

This was trust, and it was closeness.

Yet, she’d only known him for one semester.

It was Lu Jincheng who, several months ago, knocked on her office door.

In a bold—and perhaps slightly presumptuous—move, he spent less than half an hour convincing her with overwhelming force.

Prompting her to, for the first time ever, voluntarily choose Mr. Lu to be her "leader."

This young leader—cordial, polite, and a bit of a decisive force to be reckoned with—the same junior who insisted she address him as "Mr. Lu," had not let her down at all.

He’d even brought her far too many surprises and unpredictabilities.

In just a few short months, Lu Jincheng had shown her a thrilling world she could’ve never imagined.

Though the cost had been anything but light.

The pile of tasks Mr. Lu threw at her, combined with those she proactively sought out for herself, was so overwhelming it bordered on inhumane—even threatening to break her.

Her current position was one she’d been very familiar with while job hunting.

—Administrative assistant.

Or, to put it more bluntly, using a term everyone has heard before:

Secretary.

Female secretary.

Her first responsibility was to organize Mr. Lu’s work schedule.

In addition to tidying up forms, documents, and schedules for Mr. Lu, she sometimes involved newly hired colleagues to help when she was too busy.

From researching information to prioritizing tasks, sending emails, and making calls—all these fell onto her shoulders.

Mr. Lu almost never sat idle in his office.

He was deeply invested in certain core operations: Jiangcheng TV Station, Jiangcheng TV, several online marketing firms, and traffic entry points. After his negotiations, it was often left to He Ying to follow up on progress.

In truth, she was only half-familiar with this type of work.

Thankfully, the company’s standard biweekly meetings allowed her to express her needs.

Technical folks like Luo Shaoqin would often step in to help her resolve certain task-related issues.

With them tackling the front-end business challenges, she only needed to act as a bridge here and there.

After streamlining work processes, the next step came naturally: noticing how incredibly busy Mr. Lu was, she developed an instinct to take proactive action.

She volunteered to help him with some of his personal chores.

And Lu Jincheng didn’t object to this.

So each day, she had to buy Mr. Lu breakfast and order his work meals.

Each day, in adjusting the ratio of milk to sugar, she experimented to find the perfect balance for his coffee taste preferences.