A Superstar Falls in Love with Me

I pushed open the door to the Sales Department office, and the rush of warm air immediately brought blissful comfort to my nearly frozen body. Shrugging off my overcoat, I shook out the few remaining snowflakes, laughing as I said, “The snow outside is really something—haven’t seen such a heavy snowfall in years. The snow on the ground is incredibly thick…”

Suddenly, I realized the office was unusually quiet; it seemed I was the only one speaking. Looking up, I saw my colleagues either avoiding my gaze or, if they did look at me, their eyes were filled with sympathy—as if they were watching a pig being led to the slaughterhouse. My heart sank, a sense of foreboding clouding over me.

Zhao Yanjin, a coworker, approached, holding a sheet of paper. He patted my shoulder and sighed, “Lao Tang, the performance report for last month just came out. You’re at the bottom again… Sigh! The Dragon Lady is waiting for you in her office—she said to see her as soon as you got back. Take care, my friend.”

I took the report from him, and sure enough, my name was at the very bottom. I recalled how, around this time last month, the Dragon Lady had yelled at me: “Tang Qian! You’ve been dead last in performance for five months in a row—breaking the company’s record for the worst sales ranking. Truly an honor! I’m telling you, if you’re last again next month, pack your things and go home. This is your final chance…”

Honestly, I knew I was never cut out for sales. I’m introverted, awkward, not good at talking or socializing, and I have a strong sense of propriety—I can’t