Truth

Han Mingxia carefully closed the door of her own room. She breathed sharply in and out before taking the poor pillow that was silently lying on her bed and punched it several times, venting her anger and annoyance. 

At least she already improved. Everytime her patience would be emptied by her good boss, Liu Zilong, the belongings inside her own room would suffer. 

At first, she tore off her pillows. But realizing that she needed to buy new afterwards, she changed it to ripping papers. However, she to clean those torn little pieces after! 

In the end, she settled with just punching her pillows. Although it won't alleviate her raging emotions in an instant, it helped and she didn't have to do any additional work after she calmed down. 

So many things happened for the last two months. After their brief out of the country trip last time where she was the mute 'boss', she undergone quite a lot of disguises. 

Han Mingxia never thought Liu Zilong had this kind of hobby. He could surely gather the needed information by simply assigning his people but he chose to do it himself. Of course as his 'assistant' she would unconditionally follow. 

Although there weren't any dangerous situation that they had to fight for their lives, those activities were exhausting not just physically, but mentally as well. 

Yesterday, they finally got back to K Country. And today was her first day as a normal assistant. Her identity was a chubby short man with thick glasses. 

Working in a hotel with that kind of appearance was quite a sight. She received numerous ridiculous gazes while following Liu Zilong like a shadow. 

She actually didn't mind as those people weren't important but what she couldn't tolerate was Liu Zilong's special 'treatment'. 

Before going home today, First Young Master Liu attended a late afternoon meeting. Normally, it would not be a problem but, the man was clearly tormenting her.

The meeting started with usual reporting and presentation of various data. But along the way, Liu Zilong didn't pay much attention to it. 

Instead he was bothering her as she took note of important details like a normal assistant. Although it was only for a show, she was still seriously taking down notes. 

Liu Zilong who was sitting beside her was leaning closely and muttering. 

"You have a good penmanship."

"You're fingers as they gripped the pen are really gorgeous." 

"You have clean nails…"

And the nonsensical stuff kept on going that eventually distract the entire meeting. 

If she didn't know that Liu Zilong was deliberately doing those shallow compliments, she would think he had hand fetish and the like. But since she knew she could only continue her job with a poker face. 

Maybe she was too engrossed in writing and wasn't distracted with merely words, Liu Zilong even held her hand that made the entire room halted. Silence followed and multiple gasps were heard afterwards. 

Han Mingxia even froze. 

"You're hand is small…" Liu Zilong continued as he covered her hand, ignoring the people around. 

Between her gritted teeth she spoke in a flat tone trying to hide her embarrassment. "Sir Zilong, I am not yet finished…"

"It's fine...if you're tired you can stop…" He simply answered smiling gently, giving an impression that he's pampering her. If not for his eyes that were clearly laughing and showing amusement, she would believe that this man was indeed in love with his 'male assistant'. 

It was a good thing she's wearing thin mask thus there's a layer of defense to block the awkwardness she was feeling. 

When they arrived home, she asked furiously what he really wanted to she could cooperate properly. She didn't want to be thrown in a situation she didn't even know how to control.

But her good damn boss's face was just too think. He didn't give her a decent answer. 

He simply said, "Just continue what you're doing. It's good." 

She really wanted to tear off that neverending smiling face. 

After calming down, she went out of her room again and walked towards the study room.

After knocking a few times and hearing the response inside, she came in. 

"You miss me already?" 

Han Mingxia stared at him blankly. "First Young Master, for the past few months I already learned quite a lot. As you said, my performance was good. Don't you think I deserve to know clearly my role?"

Liu Zilong sighed inwardly but the smile was still on his face. 

"You're too serious. You just need to accept my advances."

"Do you want to dirty your reputation? The people in the hotel are already gossiping."

"Oh, what are they saying?" Liu Zilong asked clearly pretending to be innocent about this issue.

Han Mingxia deeply inhaled before continuing. "You want them to know you're interested in your chubby little assistant? How do you want me to act?" 

"However you want to." 

"Fine." Han Mingxia answered and turned around. What did she expect? It was always like this. There was no clear instruction. 

*

The rumor continued to intensify. 

If at first, she dealt with women roaming around Liu Zilong like flies, this time she's dealing with men. 

Seeing the smile of good looking people as she walked along towards Liu Zilong's office, she couldn't help but shudder a little. 

By the time she came in, Liu Zilong puzzledly looked at her. "Are you okay?"

"Those men are starting to target me now, I think." 

"Oh, interesting. We can change your costume one at a time."

After her wounds got better, she started to wear a fatsuit and as the days went by, the suit was changed. It became less and less but the weight was more or less the same.

Liu ZIlong's plan was simple. Han Mingxia would start as a fat man and she would end up slender after a few more months. The little chubby suit contained some hidden weapons as well and a layer of [protection just in case they would encounter a situation. 

Since Liu Zilong would often travel around, it was necessary to be always prepared. 

If Han Mingxia would remove the suit entirely, she could actually move faster and easier. Thus the role of the suit wasn't simply to make her look like amusing. 

Of course, she understood all of this after a few months as her good boss didn't explain it to her properly. 

This guessing her role game made Han Mingxia's brain exhausted. 

"Am I going to have just one layer of fats?" She curiously asked.

"Yeah, after we come back."

"We're going somewhere again?" She excitedly said. She preferred to be on the road than to be inside the office. 

"Q City."

Han Mingxia nodded. "Can I visit a place when we get there?" 

"We can go together." Liu Zilong answered. 

"That's...I want to go alone. Employees normally have a day off, I didn't have any for the past few months…"

"I must accompany you wherever you go." 

"But why? I will be back before the day ends." She explained. 

Liu Zilong looked at her calmly. It wasn't the usual flirty and amusing gaze, it was a serious one. 

For the past months, she got sued to his playful side and seemed the being serious wasn't really one of his characteristics. But seeing him at this moment, she felt a bit conflicted. 

There was a bit of fear and fascination in her heart. This side of Liu Zilong was something she didn't expect to see. 

"Let's have dinner." He said and stood up. 

Han Mingxia glanced at her watch, it was still half past five. It's too early to have dinner. But based from the tone of his voice, there was something he wanted to say.

The two went to a high end restaurant located several floors above the ground. It gave a good view to the entire city. The sun set from a distance could also be enjoyed. 

"Order as much as you want." 

This kind of privilege was something Han Mingxia really enjoyed. When it comes to food, her bashfulness would be non existent. 

In the middle of their meal, Han Mingxia opened the topic again. 

"Why can't I go out alone?" She was almost full but still wanted to eat. 

"You're contract was infinite."

"I know. But employer can still give me a day off. I did pretty well the past few months,.."

"Your contract is special."

Han Mingxia stopped her hand mid air. She was about to pick a piece of sweet and sour pork. 

"How is it special."

"You never realized why the wound on your shoulder took longer to heal?"

"I was shot there. Compared to other parts, the bullet penetrated deeply in that area…" 

"You're tracking chip was removed."

Han Mingxia's breathing halted. "What?" She whispered softly as if the word was just an illusion.