CHAPTER 323: CHAPTER 324: WHOSE BACKDOOR DID THEY GO THROUGH?

From the day Gu Wenjuan appeared in the Yu Family’s company, the secretaries in the CEO’s secretariat were all watching her.

Gu Wenjuan could clearly perceive their suspicion and malice.

It seemed that she was not popular.

But since she was a newcomer parachuted into the role, no one dared to make her do too much, and these past few days, Gu Wenjuan had been getting used to the environment.

Gu Wenjuan had prepared the lunch and was ready for Princess Mo’s people to come and fetch it, when indeed someone came but brought her a message instead, "You don’t need to do this anymore."

Upon hearing this news, Gu Wenjuan didn’t know what kind of emotions she felt.

On one hand, she felt a little regretful that she no longer had a way to repay Princess Mo.

On the other hand, with this task gone, Gu Wenjuan could invest herself better in her work and also felt a sigh of relief.

The pressure she faced now was indeed great.

She had searched for a job for a long time before barely becoming an apprentice pastry chef, which was exhausting and hard.

Working at the Yu Family’s company was something Gu Wenjuan never dared to dream of.

And now, it had come true.

Gu Wenjuan treasured this job opportunity immensely and hoped to stand out.

But once in this big environment, Gu Wenjuan realized that not only did she have no chance to stand out, even her chances for survival were slim.

The Yu Family was truly a gathering place for talent.

This small CEO’s secretariat was a collection of many elites.

After Gu Wenjuan became familiar over a few days, someone finally couldn’t hold back any longer.

In the break room, a pretty, long-legged elite with a coffee cup in hand and a very standard smile asked, "Gu Wenjuan, may I call you Wen Nuan?"

Gu Wenjuan, flattered, quickly nodded.

Wasn’t this one of the more popular people in the secretary’s office? And she was talking to her?

Seeing her react like that, the pretty long-legged woman’s smile became a few degrees more genuine and she asked, "Wen Nuan, you look so young, how old are you?"

Gu Wenjuan was an open book, and after a quick exchange of pleasantries, the pretty long-legged woman could basically confirm that this was a naive and inexperienced young girl.

And her appearance didn’t seem particularly clever either...

Nor did she look like one of those elites who were strong in some professional knowledge, especially being only twenty years old.

The pretty long-legged woman didn’t want to think poorly of others, but apart from being somewhat attractive, she couldn’t find anything particularly special about this girl.

And this attractiveness was not even exceptionally so—she would be considered just above average in the office, let alone compared to Princess Mo.

Daring not to directly link Gu Wenjuan with the president, the pretty long-legged elite instead circled around the topic and asked, "Is that so? I’ve heard these past few days that you seem to be related to the head secretary. Is that true?"

Gu Wenjuan had no idea who the head secretary was and asked in confusion, "The head secretary, is it Yu Chen?"

Several others in the vicinity were also listening to the pretty long-legged elite’s probing questions, and when they heard the name Yu Chen, they were all inwardly shocked.

The pretty long-legged woman became more direct, taking a breath and saying, "Special Assistant Yu is the president’s personal assistant, and our head secretary is also directly managed by Special Assistant Yu."

Gu Wenjuan had never known that Special Assistant Yu had such great authority and expressed her surprise, "So that’s how it is."

The pretty long-legged elite quickly asked again, "What is your relationship with Special Assistant Yu?"

Gu Wenjuan understood now—their main purpose was to find out which backdoor she had used to get this job, right?

Gu Wenjuan smiled and responded, "I don’t have any relationship with Special Assistant Yu, I wasn’t recommended by him."

"Then who was it?"

"It was Young Master Yu who let me come here."