Knocking on the Boss's Door After Losing the Game

The company organized a two‑day, one‑night team‑building trip. That evening, the games went on until late at night. After losing a game, Zhou Wan’s task was to knock on the boss’s door and, right in front of him, complain about the company’s inhumane policies. At one in the morning, under the coaxing of her colleagues and slightly tipsy, Zhou Wan braced herself to complete the task. The suite door opened. The young boss had just finished showering, wearing a bathrobe with a loose collar, his collarbones clear, his hair damp. Tsk tsk, a capitalist who looks the part. Xie Xing lazily crossed his arms, looking down at Zhou Wan with ambiguous intimacy in his eyes: “Didn’t you say we should k...