This sight stirred his heart even more, his emotions surging uncontrolbly. Unable to suppress the growing passion within him, he pressed her again, more urgently this time:

  "What do you think?"

  She remained silent.

  "What do you think? What do you think?" he repeated, his questions growing in intensity.

  She suddenly lifted her head, meeting his gaze. Her eyes were shining, the bck pupils flickering like stars, and her whole face was bathed in a special radiance, making her unexpectedly beautiful. With a gentle and compliant tone, soft and tender, she said, "You've used so many words to persuade me. What else can I do but accept?"

  Bai Peiwen held his breath for a few seconds. Then, he felt the blood rush through his body, his heart pounding violently and rapidly. He could no longer control the surge of etion within him. Staring deeply at Han Yan, for the first time in his life, he realized that the person sitting before him was a hundred percent woman, and he, a hundred percent man. He was drawn to her, powerfully drawn, and he even feared that she might slip away from him. In that instant, he made a firm decision—he would not let her go. Her small head, her fragile heart, would be an inexhaustible treasure. He was going to be the one to unearth it, to invest everything he had to mine this rich vein.

  In the days that followed, Bai Peiwen realized that his initial assessment was completely accurate—this girl's heart and mind were indeed an inexhaustible treasure. Not only was her spirit extraordinary, but her intellect and sharpness were top-notch as well.

  She began to assist Bai Peiwen seriously, organizing documents, drafting contracts with clear structure, replying to letters concisely, and copying accounts in an orderly and meticulous manner.

  Bai Peiwen was astonished to find that she had truly become his assistant and that there was indeed so much work for her to do. Tasks that had often dragged on for months were completed in just a few days when they were in her hands. Each day, he studied her with a fresh perspective and discovered new qualities about her. He began to enjoy going to the factory more, feeling relieved and deeply grateful that he hadn't missed out on her.

  As for Han Yan, she became a legendary figure in the factory. She went from being a female worker to a secretary, and all the other female workers whispered about it behind her back. Senior staff members, like Manager Zhao and Accountant Zhang, looked at her with curious eyes. However, they didn’t criticize her. Instead, they exchanged knowing smiles. After all, how could the young boss resist the allure of beauty?

  Though Han Yan was not a stunningly beautiful woman, she was graceful, delicate, and gentle—like a small, exquisite lily of the valley. They could all see that Bai Peiwen was increasingly fond of spending time in his office, and his gaze often subconsciously followed her.

  No one knew where this might lead. It seemed that the female worker who had fainted in the tea field might, in the end, become the famous Cinderel of a fairy tale. As a result, behind her back, they all began to call her "Cinderel."

  Especially after she shed her work uniform, she revealed a grace and nobility that were unexpected. The nickname "Cinderel" quickly spread throughout the entire factory.

  Bai Peiwen knew there must be a lot of gossip behind his back, but he didn't care in the least.

  In the first few days, Han Yan was indeed a bit awkward and uneasy, but soon she became more composed. She was very kind and gentle with the female workers, maintaining an air of equality. With Manager Zhao and others, she was respectful and polite. As a result, everyone in the factory—upper management and workers alike—grew fond of her, and many were eager to show her small favors.

  Even Cai Jinhua proudly boasted to the other female workers:

  "I knew from the very beginning that she wasn't like us," Cai Jinhua said proudly to the other female workers. "The first day she came, I could tell she was different. Just watch; maybe one day she'll become our boss's wife!"

  Given the possibility, who would dare to look down on her? Besides, she was so gentle and charming. Thus, the "Cinderel" figure gained a somewhat delicate and respected position in the factory.

  Simirly, the retionship between Bai Peiwen and Han Yan entered a more delicate phase. One day, the factory was busier than usual, and by the time work ended, it was already nearly six o'clock.

  Bai Peiwen turned to Han Yan and said, "I'd like to treat you to dinner. How about it?"

  Han Yan hesitated for a moment, and Bai Peiwen immediately said, "Don't bother coming up with excuses to refuse!"

  Unable to hold back a ugh, Han Yan replied, "You're not asking, you're commanding!"

  She smiled. "Alright, where are we going to eat?"

  "Leave it to me," he said.

  She smiled again but didn't speak. Over the past few days, she had become quite familiar with Bai Peiwen. He was the kind of man who, no matter the situation, easily became the center of attention. Without even realizing it, he transformed into a leader, a dominant figure, a "master."

  They got into the car, and Bai Peiwen drove toward the outskirts. The city quickly faded behind them, and outside the car window, the view shifted to green fields and countryside. Han Yan looked out, feeling the cool evening breeze flowing through the open window. It tousled her hair as she leaned back against the cushion, deeply breathing in the fresh, earthy air of the fields. With half-closed eyes, she let herself rex, bathing in the gentle evening wind.

  Bai Peiwen drove while gncing at her from time to time. She looked at ease, leaning back with her long hair flying in the wind. A faint smile pyed at her lips, and her long eyeshes were half-closed, casting a soft shadow on her eyelids. She looked delicate, youthful, and as ethereal as a dream.

  "Aren't you going to ask where I'm taking you?" he asked.

  "It must be a wonderful pce," she replied vaguely, her smile deepening.

  His heart stirred with a sudden rush. "I hope you'll always trust me like this. I truly want to bring you into my world."

  "Your world?"

  "Yes," he said softly. "Everyone has their own domain, their own realm of the heart."

  "Do you consider your domain a good pce?" She gnced at him from beneath her half-closed shes.

  "Yes. A fertile, untended field." He looked at the road ahead. "What it cks is a good cultivator."

  "Such a pity," she clicked her tongue. "I'm not a farmer. If you need a cultivator, I'll keep an eye out for one."

  "Thank you for your concern," he said between clenched teeth.

  "And your domain? Has a cultivator ever stepped into it?"

  "I don't have a fertile field," she replied. "All I have is barren soil, unable to grow flowers or bear fruit."

  "Is that so?" His voice became deeper and more husky.

  "Yes."