I accidentally sent a video report to my boss while taking a shower. On Monday, I nervously asked him what he saw.

He replied calmly, “Above the neck.”

I breathed a sigh of relief—so it was just my face? Thank goodness.

Then I heard him say, “Ankles.”

(Pampering CEO Top X Clumsy Intern Bottom.)

—

“Ankles.”

His words hung in the air.

The large office fell into an awkward silence.

My boss—Duan Hang—and I stared at each other in disbelief.

My salary shouldn’t be called a salary; it should be called “foolish expenses.”

Yesterday was the weekend, and I was supposed to be enjoying my holiday.

While leisurely showering, I suddenly received a message from Duan Hang.

“Report the meeting schedule for next week.”

At that moment, the soap hadn’t even been rinsed off my head, and some of it had dripped into my eyes.

But I couldn’t afford to care; fearing that CEO Duan would be anxious, I immediately dialed him for a voice call.

After hearing the “ding,” I placed my phone on a nearby shelf and continued to talk while rinsing off.

But it was strange.

I babbled on for quite a while, yet there was no response from him.

Then, just as I got to the key point, he hung up.

What was going on?

I wiped my face and opened my stinging eyes.

Confused, I looked at my phone—

[Video Call Duration 02:21.]

“…”

—

Ankles?

Doesn’t that mean he saw everything?

I nervously swallowed:

“Uh… did you see anything on my lower back…?”

I hesitated to finish.

It was too hard to say.

Duan Hang, who was originally reviewing documents, paused his stamping and looked up at me.

“Is there something on your lower back?”

His expression showed he genuinely didn’t know.

It seemed he really hadn’t seen.

I let out a heavy sigh of relief and quickly waved my hands:

“It’s nothing, nothing at all. Sorry, Mr. Duan, this was my mistake. I will avoid such low-level errors in the future.”

Duan Hang accepted my apology without a hitch and turned his attention back to the documents.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses perched on a straight nose, his expression stern and upright, exuding an air of a reserved elite.

It was as if the person who had stared at a man showering for over two minutes yesterday was not him at all.

“Uh-huh, don’t let it happen again. Get back to work.”

—

Back at my desk.

I slumped into my chair, feeling a wave of dread.

Thank goodness Duan Hang hadn’t seen what was on my lower back, or I might have had to pack my things and leave.

After all, who in their right mind would have that on their body?

A few days ago.

I went to a bar to drown my sorrows.

Feeling utterly miserable, I drank as if my life depended on it, one glass after another.

Unfortunately, my alcohol tolerance wasn’t high, and I quickly blacked out.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I found myself lying on a hotel bed.

The strange sensation in my lower body and the steady breathing next to me starkly reminded me of what had happened last night.

The door I had guarded for twenty-three years had just fallen.

I didn’t dare to turn on the light or look at the man next to me, fearing he was some pig-headed guy.

I grabbed my clothes and scrambled out of there.

It was only when I got home and showered that I discovered.

Aside from the various red marks on my body, there was another mark on my lower back.

A bright red stamp clearly printed in large letters:

[Inspection Passed, Designated Slaughter.]

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Who the hell stamped a pork quarantine mark on my body?^[1]Translators note: A mark that is usually used in meat industry wherein they mark the processed pork meat that they sell.

It wouldn’t wash off!

Even the pork got red-cooked, and the thing was as shiny as ever. ^[2]Translators note: The mc is describing the mark as pork quarantine mark and even if the pork got well cooked, the mark is still there, this means that the mark cannot be removed or impossible to be … Continue reading

I couldn’t just slice off my own skin, could I?

I was furious and finally decided I had to track down that loser from last night.

But I didn’t know if it was a coincidence or what.

Not only could I not find the hotel records, but the surveillance footage was also “under maintenance.”

I felt a wave of hatred in my heart.

You better not let me run into you again.

Otherwise, I’ll make sure to stamp their whole body with pork quarantine marks!

—

As an intern fresh out of school,

I had to figure everything out about the workplace from scratch.

The senior who was responsible for training me was Fang Mingrui.

He had been Duan Hang’s special assistant for four years, and due to his exceptional abilities, he would be promoted to vice president at the branch office next year.

In the months before he left, he needed to train a new, equally capable assistant.

Yes, that promising candidate was me.

In the afternoon.

I sorted the urgent and regular documents as Fang Mingrui had taught me, preparing to submit them to Duan Hang for approval.

But after knocking for a long time, no one responded.

Summoning my courage, I pushed the door open and found the office empty.

However, there were faint sounds coming from the break room.

Through the slightly ajar door, I saw Duan Hang changing clothes with his back to me.

He was wearing a Bluetooth headset and talking on the phone, no wonder he didn’t hear my knocking.

My first instinct was to hurry out before he noticed.

After all, there had just been an “all-exposed” incident yesterday.

If the roles were reversed this time, it would really be a huge embarrassment.

Just as I was turning around,

Duan Hang casually took off his shirt.

His perfect broad shoulders and narrow waist were exposed to the air, and his muscular lines were stunningly attractive.

……

I froze in place, my eyes widening.

From several meters away, I could clearly see the numerous intersecting scratch marks on Duan Hang’s back.

They looked like they had been there for a while; most had scabbed over and revealed soft pink flesh underneath.

Even so, it was enough to make me imagine the intensity of that wild night.

This is…

I loosened my grip, and the documents fell to the floor with a series of muffled thuds.

Duan Hang stiffened, abruptly turning around.

Our eyes met.

—

“Assistant Qin, is there something you need?”

Duan Hang reacted first.

He quickly slipped on a new shirt, covering those marks beneath the fabric in an instant.

Though his tone was calm, I strangely sensed a hint of panic and guilt in it.

I awkwardly tugged at the corner of my mouth.