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At that moment, Zhao Yulu's frustration from Tao Yingjun's threats dissipated without a trace.

With Han Mengting taking over as president of Shengda Literature, Tao Yingjun definitely couldn't do anything to her because of their relationship.

It was now impossible for Tao Yingjun to use his father's position as a vice president to threaten her.

Moreover, Han Mengting might even help promote her.

Even if she didn't promote her, having such an acquaintance as president in the company would make her life much better there.

As long as Han Mengting stood up for her once, she was sure no one would dare to harass her in the future.

"Miss Zhao, if I become the president of Shengda Literature, I will definitely need people. I would like to invite you to be my assistant. Would you be willing?" Han Mengting immediately extended the invitation.

It seemed the acquisition of Shengda Literature by Penguin Investment was already a done deal.

Her taking the position of president was also set in stone.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yulu trembled with excitement.

Being a president's assistant is the closest person to the president, the one the president trusts the most.

It's equivalent to a senior executive role, on par with a vice president.

At least, that's what she understood.

Being an assistant to the president of Shengda Literature was far superior to being a vice president in the Jia Sheng Guild.

Frankly, the work at Jia Sheng Guild wasn't that great.

After working at Jia Sheng Guild for a while, Zhao Yulu felt she hadn't learned much.

But being the assistant to the president of Shengda Literature was different.

Not only would she be a senior executive, but she could also learn management from Han Mengting, a high-level executive at Penguin, and there was a possibility she could become a powerful woman in the future. Check back at m-v le-mpyr for more

However, since she lacked similar experience, she responded honestly, "Miss Han, I would naturally be willing to become your assistant, but I have never done this kind of work before, nor have I studied it. I'm afraid I might not handle things well and cause delays."

Han Mengting revealed a look of appreciation.

Zhao Yulu lacked experience and had not learned the relevant skills.

If she immediately took on everything, claiming she could handle it and promising not to let her down, and so on.

Then, Han Mengting would have to reconsider her decision to employ Zhao Yulu as an assistant.

She did not like that kind of person.

Zhao Yulu's attitude fit her taste perfectly.

"Miss Zhao, rest assured, since I invited you to be an assistant without asking about your work experience, I naturally have my reasons. I will teach you how to do it, and I believe in my judgment. As long as you're willing to learn, you'll catch on quickly," Han Mengting said with a smile.

"In that case, I accept your offer to become your assistant. Thank you," Zhao Yulu said happily.

With such an opportunity, she naturally couldn't miss out; missing it would be foolish.

She never expected that a decision she made at the beginning would bring her this opportunity.

Being favored by a powerful woman was definitely far better than knowing a rich beauty or entering their social circles.

She had realized this fully at Wang Xiaocong's birthday party.

If one's status and identity had not reached a certain level, it was impossible to force one's way into those circles.

You either need to be outstanding on your own or have someone to bring you in.

Zhao Yuxin had Xu Yang, which was why so many rich beauties were willing to associate with her.

And since she had already lost Xu Yang, she could only rely on herself.

This was an opportunity, a chance to become a powerful woman.

If she herself became a multimillionaire or still a senior executive in a large company, who would dare to look down on her?

Even those rich beauties wouldn't dare to look down on her.

Those people relied on their parents for their current lifestyle.

She, on the other hand, would achieve the life she wanted through her own efforts.

She would have more confidence to interact with those people.

With these thoughts, Zhao Yulu couldn't help but feel a bit excited.

"From now on, we're partners. Don't call me Miss Han anymore; it's too formal. Just call me by my name," Han Mengting said.

"Calling you by your name still doesn't seem right. I'll call you President Han," Zhao Yulu suggested after some thought.

She really couldn't bring herself to call her by her first name.

"It's fine to call me President Han at work, but it still feels too impersonal in private. How about this, I'm definitely older than you, so if you don't mind, just call me Ting Jie in private," Han Mengting suggested.

"Sounds good. At work, I'll call you President Han, and in private, I'll call you Ting Jie, and you can just call me Yu Lu, the same whether we're at work or not," Zhao Yulu replied happily.

A name signifies the closeness between two people.

This change of address had subtly brought them closer.

"Okay," Han Mengting said with a smile, nodding her head.

The dinner lasted until just past eight.

The two talked a lot, and Han Mengting quite admired Zhao Yulu.

Zhao Yulu, meanwhile, was very impressed by Han Mengting and even felt a bit of admiration for her.

From that moment on, she truly began to understand what the highest-tier professionals in the workplace were like.

She'd never had the chance to experience this before.

Her stepfather, Yang Tiancheng, had once been the vice president of Meiwei Group, but compared to Han Mengting, he was far behind, not just one level, but absolutely several.

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By the time Zhao Yulu got home, it was almost ten o'clock.

Liu Yujuan hadn't gone to bed yet; wearing pajamas, she was scrolling through her phone while seated on the living room sofa, with the TV on.

"Yu Lu, you look happy. Did something good happen?"

Liu Yujuan took one look at Zhao Yulu and noticed her good mood, prompting her to inquire.

Zhao Yulu had told her that she wouldn't be home for dinner through a message.

She only mentioned that she was dining out with a friend, without going into details.

"Yes, there is good news," Zhao Yulu nodded happily.

"What good news? Could it be that you went to dinner with Xu Yang tonight? Have you two gotten back together?"

Liu Yujuan's eyes lit up with excitement.

If Zhao Yulu had dinner with Xu Yang, their reconciliation was as good as confirmed.

Then she would officially become Xu Yang's mother-in-law.

And she would have endless money to spend.

Oh my, just the thought excited her.

With Xu Yang's wealth of several billion, even a small goal from him would take her a long time to spend.

"Mom, can you stop bringing up Xu Yang? I was in a good mood, but now it's all gone because of what you said," Zhao Yulu felt annoyed.

Her mood had been very good, but the mention of Xu Yang by Liu Yujuan really killed it.

"It's not that I want to bring him up, but what other good news could there be if you're not getting back together with Xu Yang?" Liu Yujuan felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head as her excitement vanished.

She couldn't think of any other good news that Zhao Yulu could have.

In her mind, nothing could be as important as reconciling with Xu Yang.

"Mom, can't you stop? I've already said it many times: Xu Yang and I are impossible. You're still fixated on us getting back together. Without him, can't I live my life? Can't I be happy? Can't there be any good news in my life?" Zhao Yulu was infuriated.

"Without getting back together with Xu Yang, all your so-called 'good news' can't be considered good news. Only reconciling with Xu Yang can be considered a real blessing," Liu Yujuan asserted confidently.

"You..."

At the end of her patience, Zhao Yulu suddenly felt extremely tired and didn't have the heart to argue any further. She headed straight to her bedroom.