After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 129: Endure!

I gently pushed open the door and saw the HR person buried in a pile of documents, extremely busy.

I hesitated before stepping forward, trying to make my voice sound polite yet firm: "Excuse me, could you please change my livestream host?"

The HR person looked up at me, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.

Before I could explain, a cold, harsh voice came from the side: "Who do you think you are? Changing things just like that. Do you own the company?"

I turned around in surprise and found that it was the same person I had been chatting happily with just yesterday.

At this moment, her face showed only indifference and impatience.

I was stunned; I never expected her to have this attitude.

I tried to argue: "But yesterday you..."

"What happened yesterday?" she interrupted me, her tone even more aggressive. "The contract states that you have to accept the company's arrangements. Since the company has already assigned someone to you, you should follow along and learn properly."

I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

I thought that as long as I was polite, the other person would change their mind.

However, it turns out I was wrong.

I was somewhat displeased: "If I came to this company just to sit on the sidelines with her, I'd rather not have this job."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the HR's sarcastic voice was heard.

She picked up the contract and pointed to a line of small print: "You still think you're some kind of pampered princess, refusing to work just like that. Can you afford this exorbitant penalty for breach of contract?"

I looked in the direction she was pointing and saw that the contract clearly stated: If I do not accept the company's arrangements, I will have to pay a penalty of 500 million yuan.

My heart sank, and I realized that I had been scammed!

They took advantage of my ignorance and gullibility, tricking me into signing the contract.

Now, I can only let them slaughter me.

A deep sense of regret and self-reproach welled up inside me, and I blamed myself for my foolishness and recklessness.

I gritted my teeth, trying not to let my tears fall; crying wouldn't solve anything now.

I had no choice but to accept this arrangement.

At noon, I ate something quick and then went to Xiaoyu's live stream.

Inside the live stream room, people were busy preparing for the broadcast, creating a tense yet orderly atmosphere.

When Xiaoyu saw me, a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

She called out to me, "Gu Mo, can't you see everyone is busy? Everyone is working so hard. Go and buy them a cup of coffee to perk them up. It's the easiest time to get sleepy in the afternoon."

The live stream is about to start, and even though I bought coffee, they won't have time to drink it.

However, if I refuse, I will only face even more escalating targeting.

I quietly walked up to Xiaoyu's assistant and asked in a low voice, "What kind of coffee do you all drink? Does Sister Xiaoyu have a favorite?"

However, the assistant was also selective in her approach, giving me a cold glance and saying impatiently, "The live stream is about to start, I don't have time to talk to you about this, just buy what you think is best."

This clearly means they don't want to talk to me anymore.

Anyone with eyes can see that Xiaoyu is deliberately trying to make things difficult for me by using this incident.

The people in this live stream are all following me; naturally, those who make a living off her wouldn't help me.

I glanced at them, gritted my teeth, and turned to leave.

As I stepped out of the live stream room, I took a deep breath. In this industry, the weak are always bullied.

However, I cannot allow myself to remain so weak.

I need to find an opportunity to prove my worth and make these people never dare to look down on me again.

I bought a bunch of coffee and carefully placed them on everyone's worktable.

However, the coffee was treated like a hot potato, coldly set aside and ignored by everyone.

I deliberately placed a cup of coffee next to Xiaoyu, hoping that this would at least make her a little happier.

But as soon as her hand touched the coffee cup, she exclaimed, "Why is it so cold? Don't you know I'm not in good health and can't drink cold drinks?"

Xiaoyu's assistant also frowned: "That's right, it's not like you just met Xiaoyu yesterday, Gu Mo, you're not doing this on purpose, are you?"

I shook my head: "No, it's because..."

"Why? Because I'm holding something hot?" Little Fish said sarcastically, crossing her arms.

"Look at you, you can't even do this simple thing right and you're thinking about live streaming. If the company really invests in you, it's like throwing money into a puddle."

“I’m telling you, you’re already this old, can’t you have any self-awareness? Let me tell you, here you’d better do your menial work well, otherwise, you know what will happen.”

I lowered my head, biting my lower lip, and let her scolding me.

"Buy me another hot cup tonight, and I'm hungry, so prepare some sugar-free food," she continued.

I forced a smile. "Could you tell me more specifically what I'd like to eat?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was met with her merciless mockery: "Are you blind? Can't you see I'm busy? Figure it out yourself."

I stared at the back of her head, my eyes blazing with fury.

But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, so I swallowed my anger.

Tolerate!

The path we chose is the one we must walk, even if we have to crawl on our knees.

I spent the whole afternoon running errands. She made me do things eight or nine times, and each time she could find an excuse to be dissatisfied.

By the time I got off work in the evening, I felt like my whole body was about to fall apart. Dragging my exhausted body along the roadside, looking at the dim lights, I was filled with despair and helplessness.

At that moment, I really felt like dying.

I sat under a streetlamp, and the flashing caller ID on my phone screen made my heart skip a beat.

Jiang Yichen made seventy or eighty phone calls. I couldn't help but wonder: Is he crazy?

I quickly scrolled through the messages he sent, and every single one was full of questions and dissatisfaction.

I took a deep breath and was about to put down my phone when his call came in again.

I answered the phone in a panic, and immediately heard his urgent and stern reprimand: "Gu Mo, where did you go?"

"Did I agree to your resignation? How dare you leave your post without permission?"

"You're becoming more and more unruly."

I moved the phone a little further away and listened to his rapid-fire roaring, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, afraid that he would hear my sobs.

I took a deep breath, trying not to let him hear a sob.

If he knew what I went through today, he would definitely criticize me even more harshly.

In this highly competitive work environment, I've had enough of endless criticism and harassment.

After calming myself down, I wiped away my tears and answered in as calm and weak a voice as possible, "With so much work pressure, is it a problem for me to come out and relax for a day?"

On the other end of the phone, his tone seemed to have softened a bit, but he still coldly ordered, "You're absent for a day today. Get back to work immediately tomorrow."

I sighed helplessly, my heart filled with bitterness.