Chapter 32: The Big Scandal of the Wealthy Family

As the chief secretary to Cheng Wanting, the head of Huanyu Group, Secretary Yang had officially “stepped down.”

“Miss Lin, I’ll leave things to you for the next half month.”
Yang Minghui couldn’t understand the whims of the rich — why did the young master insist on having his girlfriend temporarily act as his secretary for half a month? What was he after?

But orders were orders. Especially after seeing last month’s payment just hit his account: 200,000 yuan salary, a 30,000 yuan doubled bonus, and a separate 50,000 yuan reward from the young master himself — he had no complaints!

Shedding her velvet gown, Lin Keying changed into professional attire. Four complete outfits, all personally selected by Cheng Wanting and delivered straight to her.

A white blouse paired with a dark gray suit, gray trousers, black high heels, and her long, curled hair tied in a high ponytail — Lin Keying underwent a dazzling transformation.

The clothes fit her perfectly and added an air of competence and sharpness.

“Secretary Yang, so you’ll be…?” Lin Keying never intended to steal Yang Minghui’s job, but that scoundrel of a man made her accept the consequences of losing a bet.

Fine, she got 2.5% of the shares — she’d forgive him!

“Half on holiday, half on standby.”
Yang Minghui had fewer duties now, but couldn’t completely slack off — he still needed to keep an eye on things from time to time.

All in all, it was much more relaxed. The salary still came in, and the bonus doubled — why wouldn’t he be happy?

After explaining the young master’s daily schedule and various appointments, Yang Minghui handed things over with ease.

Even if Miss Lin made a mistake, would the young master get angry?

Impossible! He was fully at ease!

Early in the morning, following Cheng Wanting’s routine, Lin Keying brewed him a cup of coffee.

Knock knock knock.
“Come in.”

“President Cheng, your coffee.” Although Lin Keying had never been a secretary in her past life, she had seen plenty and could play the part convincingly.

Cheng Wanting lifted his gaze to her, his eyes traveling from her fair face down past her sharp suit and lingering on her trousers. He tugged at the corner of his lips. “Mm, put it down.”

Lin Keying cleared her throat and warned, “President Cheng, please mind your gaze, or I’ll sue you for workplace harassment.”

Cheng Wanting’s smirk deepened, and he softly replied, “Mm.”

Few people at Huanyu knew Lin Keying was working as a secretary.

First, the CEO’s office was on the 32nd floor — there weren’t many ordinary employees around, and those elite staff members buried in billion-dollar projects had no time for gossip.

By the end of the day, Lin Keying finally understood how busy a billionaire was.

More than 15 hours of work a day — either reading documents, heading to meetings, or negotiating business deals with other companies, where every word exchanged was tied to business.

She followed Cheng Wanting to various meetings, rode in luxury cars to hotel meeting rooms, and watched him finalize deals over tea with tycoons she’d only seen in tabloids.

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While Cheng Wanting was negotiating next door, Lin Keying relaxed in a private room at the Peninsula Hotel, nibbling exquisite desserts and sipping red wine as she lounged on the sofa, watching TV.

But as time dragged on and the wine kicked in, she grew drowsy.

When the man finished his business and came out, he saw Secretary Lin fast asleep on the sofa.

Cheng Wanting’s chauffeur, Old Feng, waited downstairs in a Ferrari 308 GT4.

Today, President Cheng had a confidential meeting with the HSBC board — but instead of bringing Secretary Yang, he had brought the newly appointed Secretary Lin.

Old Feng watched as the moonlight illuminated the streetlights, and at 9:30 PM, finally saw Cheng Wanting come down.

As he swiftly got up to open the car door for the young master, he glimpsed the young master carrying a woman!

The woman seemed to be sound asleep, her cheek resting against Cheng Wanting’s chest, her long curls cascading freely like lush seaweed, brushing against his suit and hands, a few mischievous strands even entwined around his buttons.

“Let’s go, back to the Mid-levels villa.”

Old Feng carefully got into the car after the young master seated himself with her in his arms, even becoming a human cushion — he quickly averted his gaze and didn’t dare look again.

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Lin Keying mastered the secretary job within three days. Yang Minghui still handled the core tasks; she competently took care of the rest.

But on Thursday, while waiting for a document to be signed in the CEO’s office, Yang Minghui suddenly burst in and vaguely said to Cheng Wanting:
“Young master, the second madam’s family is here, waiting in the reception room.”

Cheng Wanting paused his signature, then resumed calmly, handing the document to Lin Keying with a rare glimmer of human kindness in his capitalist gaze:
“Deliver this to Director Hong. You can leave early this afternoon.”

The unexpected early leave caught Lin Keying off guard.
“Really?”

“Didn’t you say the He family was buying a house? You wanted to help them pick one?”

“Great!”
Even if work was easy, getting off early was always a joy.
“President Cheng, you’re the best capitalist!”

With a few flattering words, her steps grew noticeably lighter.

After she left, Yang Minghui quickly said, “Young master, I told Madam Cheng you were in a meeting.”

“Mm.” Cheng Wanting gave his secretary an approving look as he capped his pen. “Confirm Miss Lin is gone before bringing them in.”

Yang Minghui nodded. He understood everything!

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Fu Yuehong arrived in Cheng Wanting’s office with her son, Cheng Zhihao.

Although she was the second wife, the first wife had passed away, so in reality, she ran the household.

Cheng family was vast and wealthy — handling trivial family affairs only meant monthly expenses of tens of thousands. Even her son only managed marginal businesses — the entertainment company and some shipping. The real core was entirely in Cheng Wanting’s hands.

As a mother and a second wife, how could she not worry? She had to plan for her son.