I Accidentally Sent My Boss a Message Meant for My Best Friend - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

After a soul-crushing day at work, I dragged myself home and flopped face-first onto my bed.

Right then, my best friend messaged me. “Baby, want to come with me for a spa treatment tonight?”

She was a rich second-generation heiress with all the money and free time in the world. If she wasn’t getting her nails done, she was at a spa.

As for me, the poor, long-suffering office drone, I had just survived an entire day at work. One disaster after another had wrung me dry. How could I possibly have energy left for a spa?

“I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to go out. I’m too tired today.”

“Fine. We can go whenever you feel like it.”

I lay there for a while before remembering I still had makeup on. I went to the bathroom and took it off, only to discover that my skin had somehow turned dull and sallow.

The woman in the mirror looked gray, haggard, and tragically overworked.

I raised my chin as a single tear slipped from the corner of my eye.

No! I couldn’t let this rotten job reduce me to this.

Even if I had to be a corporate workhorse, I would be the prettiest corporate workhorse alive!

I started changing clothes and opened a chat on my phone at the same time.

“Changed my mind. I want to do it. Come meet me.”

Then I tossed my phone aside.

By the time I had changed, a notification chimed. The name on my lock screen wasn’t my best friend’s.

It was my boss’s.

Damn that man. Wasn’t tormenting me during office hours enough? Was he about to assign me more work now that I was off the clock?

I opened the message. One look at our conversation left me speechless.

Me: “Changed my mind. I want to do it. Come meet me.”

Boss: “Address.”

????

!!!!

Holy shit. I’d sent it to the wrong person!

And that was not what I had meant by “do it”!

Five minutes earlier, my boss had messaged me:

“Finish tomorrow’s report and send it to me before eight.”

I bitterly regretted never pinning chats. Assuming the top profile in my message list belonged to the friend I’d just spoken to, I had tapped it without looking.

Now I stared at that single word—“Address.”—and sank into thought.

What the hell?

What did he mean?

Did my boss actually want to sleep with me?

My fingers trembled over the keyboard.

“Mr. Qin… I sent that to the wrong person.”

Silence. Then a new message appeared.

“Who did you mean to send it to?”

I froze.

My boss, Qin Lie… Could he possibly like me?

Holy shit! Had my suffering finally paid off?

No more wage slavery. I was about to become the boss’s wife!

I had no idea how to answer him, so I hurriedly took a screenshot and sent it to my best friend, accompanied by a shameless burst of gloating and swooning.

She was even more stunned than I was.

“Not bad, babe. Qin Lie is famous in our circle for having zero interest in women.”

“If you can land him, you’ll be a legend!”

My best friend came from a wealthy family. Qin Lie’s family, however, had been wealthy for so many generations that nobody bothered counting. He was the Qin family’s only son in three generations.

He moved in a world one tier above hers, but their social circles occasionally overlapped. She had told me before that a man as perfect in every respect as Qin Lie was the dream of countless wealthy young ladies. Unfortunately for them, he was cold by nature and almost impossible to approach. Any girl who tried to strike up a conversation was mercilessly dismissed with a handful of clipped words.

My heart sped up. I was just about to ask my best friend what I should say when another message from him arrived.

“I assumed you’d lost a round of Truth or Dare.”

“I was playing along.”

It was like having a bucket of ice water dumped over my head.

Right. Of course.

I had simply read too many romance novels and lost touch with reality.

My best friend was still beside herself with excitement.

“Well? What are you going to tell him?”

“Why not test him? Say it was meant for your crush and see how he reacts.”

I let out a long sigh and sent her a screenshot of his last two messages.

We both fell silent.

Then Qin Lie added, “Don’t forget the report.”

A nameless fury rose in my chest. I forcibly converted the humiliation of my wishful thinking into righteous resentment toward my job.

Evil capitalist! Deranged! Heartless! Inhuman!

How dare he invade my personal time after work!

I hammered out a reply with all the indignation I possessed.

“At once, Mr. Qin! Your loyal subordinate will spare no effort.”

Like hell I would.

But I still needed the paycheck.