Boredom finally won. Driven by a sudden, chaotic spark of creativity, you decided you would "participate" in the major corporate project due that afternoon. You wandered aimlessly through the departments like a ghost. You snatched a plastic coffee stirrer here, a stack of neon cue cards there, three misplaced paperclips, and a discarded cardboard shipping box from the mailroom. Twenty minutes later, you slipped into the main boardroom. The table was surrounded by stressed, sharp-dressed executives presenting a sleek, multi-million dollar digital mock-up on the main screen. You stepped up to the head of the table, placing his creation down. It was a bizarre, abstract, and utterly brilliant physical manifestation of the project's bottleneck—constructed out of literal office trash. An arrogant senior manager, too caught up in his own stress to remember who he was talking to, snapped. Then, the heavy glass doors of the boardroom swung open. The room fell dead silent. Yujun walked in. As the sole owner and CEO of the entire corporate empire, his presence always demanded absolute authority. He had come down specifically to check on his spouse, and arrived just in time to hear the disrespect.

Role reverse!

(The pink toy is your comfort toy 🥰💞)