Yang Fuxiao looked out from the windshield and saw that the person standing in front of the car with his hands on his hips was actually "Qian Duoduo".

  And it was "Qian Duoduo" who only wore a white skirt and shivered in the cold wind.

  As Yang Fu Xiao followed Gu Qing Cheng off the bus, he happened to hear "Qian Duo Duo" singing: "The north wind is blowing, the snowflakes are fluttering. Freezing to death..."

  Gu Qingcheng indifferently glanced at "Qian Duoduo" and turned around to walk towards the elevator.

  Yang brushed off the dawn and asked another question: "Are you cold?"

  "Qian Duoduo rolled her eyes: "Spare me the nonsense, you're definitely not cold dressed like that... Hey, Gu Qingcheng, take me in, this time I'm really penniless, I almost got deported..."

  "Just in time to go back to Macau."

  "I'll never go back, not in this lifetime," said "Money More", "I vowed that the day my dad kicked me out of the house, I'd never return as long as he's protecting that fox spirit."

  Gu Qingcheng pressed the elevator's up button. After "Qian Duoduo" finished his long speech, he casually added a sentence: "Are you going to call yourself Hu Xuliujing again?"

  "She was originally a fox spirit," "Money" hummed from her nose, "seduced my dad, just to wait for my dad's death and rob the family property."

  "Then why don't you go back and protect your family's property?"

  Qian Duoduo said: "My dad is now strong and healthy, he won't die in a year or two."

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Money is meaningless when you have a lot of it. Gu Qingcheng basically didn't respond, and the target shifted to Yang Fuxiao: "Do you live with Gu Qingcheng?"

  Yang Mu Xiao twitched at the corner of his mouth.

  The phrase "living together" sounds ambiguous, but in fact, it really is just living together.

  She nodded and said: "I'm just borrowing a place to stay at Mr. Gu's house."

  "Could Gu Qingcheng let a strange woman stay with him just like that? Don't even think about it, he must have taken a liking to you, either physically or mentally, or else he wants to take advantage of you...Gu Qingcheng! You hit me on the head again!"

  Gu Qingcheng calmly withdrew his hand and crossed his arms: "Spare you from having a door on your mouth."

  "Qian Duoduo" ignored Qing Cheng, turned around and stretched out his hand to Yang Duanxiao, shook hands with him, "We two will take care of each other. I reckon for a long time in the future, I'll also be living at his place."

  "Oh, okay, take care."

  Aunt Li led Qian Duoduo to a bedroom and said, "Miss Sheng, the clean towels and toiletries are all in the bathroom."

  "Auntie Li, I'm not a newcomer here, you can just call me Weiwei."

  Originally, "Qian Duoduo"'s real name was Sheng Weiwei.

  After Yang Mu Xiao left, I Baidu-ed the prominent Macau figure Sheng Weiwei and found that her background is even more impressive than the wealthy families. She's truly a treasured daughter. It's really unknown how she ended up in such a situation where she has to wear cheongsam and be a greeter for others.

  The document on the computer was still open, and the business plan only had one conclusion left. She sat back in front of the computer, finished writing the plan from start to finish, checked it again to make sure there were no errors, and then copied the document onto a USB drive, waiting for tomorrow to show it to Gu Qingcheng.

  Actually, I'm really looking forward to it.

  Glancing at the time, it was already 1 am, but due to sorting documents, his entire cerebral cortex was still very excited and he couldn't sleep. Yang Fuxiao got up and went downstairs to pour a cup of hot water. But unexpectedly, there was a dark shadow on the floor below.

  Sheng Weiwei didn't sleep either.

  The kitchen light was on, Yang Fuxiao walked over in her slippers, Sheng Weiwei was fiddling with some jars and bottles inside the kitchen. Hearing footsteps behind her, she suddenly turned around: "Who?"

  Yang Mu was startled by Sheng Weiwei's sudden movement and took a step back, "I..."

  Sheng's face suddenly revealed a relieved expression, "Just in time, do you know how to go downstairs? And do you even know what these seasonings are and when to put them?"

  Yang Fuxiao pursed her lips, looking at the vegetables and tomatoes that had been chopped into small pieces on the cutting board, her eyelids twitching, and the boiling water in the pot...

  "I'm coming."

  Although Yang Mianxiao's cooking skills were not good either, the next bowl of noodles was still more than enough.

  Sheng Weiwei sat at the dinner table with a faint smile on her face, while Yang Xiaohe warmed up a cup of hot milk for herself to drink.

  "It's really disgusting."

  This is Sheng Weiwei's first comment on Yang Fuxiao's craftsmanship.

  "How can it be so unpalatable?"

  This is Sheng Weiwei's second sentence.

  Yang brushed off the eyelid and walked directly in front of Sheng Weiwei, picked up his face and went to the bathroom.

  "Where are you going?"

  "Get out!"

  "Hey, you're my own sister!" Sheng Weiwei hastily ran over from behind and took the bowl back from Yang Fu's hand, smiling: "If I don't eat something, I won't be able to see tomorrow's sun."

  Yang Mu Xiao raised an eyebrow: "You said you weren't going to eat?"

  "A faint smile spread across her face: 'Compared to starving to death, what's a little bad taste?'"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  She held the warm milk cup, her elbows on the table, looking at Sheng Wei who seemed like he hadn't eaten for days. Suddenly, she felt that having someone to accompany her through sleepless nights was a good feeling, better than tossing and turning in bed alone.

  Before, she had met Sheng Weiwei two or three times, either with a thick layer of white makeup on her face like a nun, or in the kind of setting found at casinos. Now, looking at her, he felt that she seemed more normal, and could see that her facial features were quite delicate.

  "Is your father Sheng Haodong?"

  Yang Mu had just looked up Sheng Weiwei's information on the computer and also found out about this Gu Qingcheng, who was once known as the Macau Casino King.

  Sheng nodded slightly, eating while badmouthing her father: "Yeah, after my mom died, the old man married a fox spirit who likes to curry favor and scheme, but heaven is fair, she also gave birth to a daughter, haha." Hong Si was drawing.

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  On the second floor corridor, Gu Qingcheng was leaning on the railing, looking at the two women in the restaurant below, and turned back into the room.

  ………………

  The next morning before going to work, Yang handed over the printed plan book to Gu Qingcheng and said: "This is the Tian Tai's plan book."

  Gu Qingcheng lifted an eyebrow, picked a dark-colored tie and put it on, saying: "From now on, give all work-related documents to Fang Shu."

  Yang Fuxiao was speechless, couldn't she just not be so arrogant? Obviously a one-time thing, but she had to pass it on twice. With a gloomy face, she handed the file to Fang Shu standing beside her, "Secretary Fang, please pass this on to General Manager Gu."

  Fang Shu: "......"

  Yang Wuxiao glanced at the file in his hand for three seconds, then looked up and saw someone tying their tie, took the file over.

  Two days later, Yang Xiao walked into Asia again and felt refreshed all over. Indeed, people need to have some ideals and work to stimulate their fighting spirit.

  But as soon as I stepped into the office, this fighting spirit was washed away by a wave of voices.

  "Yang Wu Xiao, I didn't know that! You and Shen San Shao were engaged!"

  "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

  "If you're Shen San Shao's fiancée, why bother condescending to be a lowly intern like this?"

  "When the time comes, can you reserve a spot for me at the wedding so I can see the celebrities?"

  "Third Young Master's wife!"

  Yang was completely bewildered.

  What's going on?

  She is always quiet and unobtrusive, never out of line, and has gotten used to quietly doing her own thing.

  Suddenly, attention soared, leaving Yang Xiao almost no time to react.

  Meng Xi stood by the water dispenser, holding a cup of water and gazing at the chaotic office scene. She poured out the water in her hand, refilled it with hot water, walked over to stand before Yang Fu Xiao, and parted the crowd, saying "Manager Zhou has arrived."

  In an instant, everyone scattered in all directions like birds and beasts.

  Right after that came Zhou Xiangdong's voice: "You still have the nerve to chat here during the day? Don't you know that there are people coming from above to inspect the hotel today?"

  Crows and sparrows make no sound.

  "Everyone does their own work, it's easier once you're done. I still have a huge pile of documents to verify over here, just let me know and if we work until midnight, I'll give you overtime pay!"

  Zhou Xiangdong's gaze swept over everyone, finally falling on Yang Fuxiao, lingering for a moment before turning and walking out.

  It seems that arranging Yang Mochou to pick up Shen Jiayu was indeed the most correct decision.

  At that time, Zhou Xiangdong definitely did not think that there was such a big identity under his hands. Now he is just waiting for the appointment letter from above regarding Yang Fu's transfer.

  As expected, Zhou Xiangdong thought so, and the transfer order had already come down.

  But it wasn't sent from Gu Qingcheng's side, but was personally sent by Shen Zhou, the chairman of MSC.

  Zhou Xiangdong read it twice and then called Shen Zhou.

  The phone was answered, and Zhou Xiangdong respectfully called out: "Director Shen."

  ………………

  After Zhou Xiangdong left, the whispering voices became a little softer.

  Meng Xi sat beside Yang Fu Xiao, handing her the hot water in his hand and placing it on her left side, while also flipping out a copy of this morning's newspaper for Yang Fu Xiao to read.

  "Look, this is today's morning newspaper, and some online forums are already in an uproar."

  Yang Mo Xiao hastily opened the newspaper and saw that the first thing to catch her eye was a blown-up photo of herself and Shen Jia Yu arm-in-arm at the hotel entrance last night, taking up almost half of the front page.

  She covered her forehead with her hand, shielding her head, and read the news on the newspaper from top to bottom, closing her eyes deeply for a moment.

  She suddenly had a feeling that she was surrounded by wolves in front and tigers behind, and just as she managed to grab onto a rope, it broke, so she ended up falling into the well.

  Meng Xi has already searched for some online news on her mobile phone and handed it over to Yang Fuxiao.

  Yang Fu Xiao didn't even need to look, he could already guess what these people were talking about.

  Even if it's a mix of good and bad reviews, when it comes to herself, she can't help but look back. As expected, most of them are talking about Shen San Shao's mysterious fiancée. And this mysterious fiancée is now sitting in front of the office desk, having been thoroughly exposed, including her background. Some people have even dug up that she is not Yang's biological daughter, but a foster child brought back from the county at the age of seven. Some people have even dug up her grandmother.

  Yang Buruoxiao suddenly bounced up from his chair.

  It doesn't matter if it involves herself, but if it involves her grandmother, then she is unforgivable.

  She took out her mobile phone from her bag and gave her grandma a call.

  "Grandma, I'm Xiaoxiao."

  "Grandma's voice was kind and gentle, 'Why are you calling again now? Isn't it working hours?'"

  Yang Fuxiao listened to her grandmother's concerned voice, feeling a bit sour in the nose: "Not yet, suddenly thought of you, just made a phone call, and I'll be working soon. Grandma, are you doing well?"

  "Alright, every day is fine, you don't have to worry."

  My grandmother can't use a mobile phone to access the internet. Her sources of information are generally just a TV and a radio.

  "I met Linzi the other day," said Yang Fuxiao, who had known him since childhood because Linzi's parents and grandmother were neighbors. "We agreed to go back together after a while."

  "Okay, fine, go home and take a look."

  Hanging up her grandmother's phone call, Yang Xiao held onto her mobile phone and fell into silence.

  The water in the cup on Yang Fuxiao's desk had gone cold, so Meng Xi walked over to the water dispenser and helped him get a new cup of hot water. He patted Yang Fuxiao on the shoulder: "Drink some hot water."

  Yang Fuxiao put down her phone, holding a cup of hot water, the steam rising from it misting up her glasses. She turned to Meng Xi and asked: "What should we do?"

  Meng Xi knew that Yang Mochen had indeed considered calling off the wedding before, but now that it's been announced so publicly, what's the point of even mentioning a cancellation? Not moving up the wedding date would be good enough.

  "It's dawn, don't panic yet. Didn't you say you wanted to get rid of the Yang family? Now that you're marrying into the Shen family, isn't it just perfect for getting rid of the Yang family and this life where they've always been taking advantage of you?"

  Yang Buruoxiao did not make a sound.

  The lenses in front of her eyes were covered with a layer of white mist, and I couldn't see the expression in her eyes at that moment.

  She was in a bad mood, so Meng Xi helped with some work in the afternoon. Just before noon, she received Fang Shu's phone call and went upstairs.

  Yang brushed off his emotions and took the elevator.

  Outside the president's office, Yang Fuxiao saw her own plan that had been almost completely altered. She felt a pang of heartache as she thought about how she had spent an entire day working on it, only to have it completely overturned like this.

  Fang Shu opened the office door for Yang Wu Xiao, "General Manager Gu is waiting for you."

  Gu Qingcheng sat behind the office desk, watching Yang Fuxiao walk over slowly, and said: "Now we need a practical plan, one that is detailed to include the costs required for each project. What do these blank budget amounts mean? Do you want me to help fill them in? And here, have you done market research?"

  Gu Qingcheng drew a circle on the paper with a pen and pointed to a table: "Where did this percentage data come from? We are going to allocate the market based on objective conditions. If it's just arbitrary, what's the point of having this plan?"

  Yang Mu Xiao stood in front of Gu Qing Cheng's office desk with his head down, without saying a word.

  Gu Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked at her, "Did you hear?"

  Yang Mu Xiao's voice was slightly choked as he said, "I heard."

  "What else is there to say?"

  Yang Furong held in one hand the plan she had spent a whole day, all the way to dawn, her heart and soul, but now it was rejected as useless.

  She raised her head and looked at Gu Qingcheng: "But what you said that night was a draft, see if it's feasible..."

  "What's the benchmark for feasibility? It's numbers, it's fact-based. Come on, Yang Fuxiao, let me tell you," Gu Qingcheng leaned back a bit, "In the workplace, if your superior says it's a draft, then it's a final version. Absolutely no boss would be willing to see something that's truly a draft. All they'll see is something that can bring in profits. They'd love to turn every word on this business plan into gold. But this plan, from start to finish, doesn't have any value."

  Fang Shu's eyelid twitched as he stood at the door.

  Gu Qingcheng pushed away a two-hour meeting this afternoon and specially revised the plan book for Yang Fuxiao.

  In fact, in the three years since Fang Shu and Gu Qingcheng, he seemed to have rarely personally revised plans for people, let alone required such strict guidance for new employees.

  However, her words were indeed harsh. She looked at Yang Fu Xiao's slightly shaking shoulders from behind and it seemed like he was about to cry.

  In such cases, there are few who have not been trained to tears.

  Yang Mu Xiao bit her lip and said, "Sorry, Mr. Gu, it's my dereliction of duty, I'll go modify it now."

  As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around, and at the same time, a tear had already rolled down from her eye socket.

  She doesn't think what Gu Qingcheng said is unreasonable, it's just that some truths are examples when applied to others, but become lessons when applied to oneself.

  "Halt."

  The man pressed two fingers on his temples and opened his mouth slightly.

  Yang Fuxiao stopped in his tracks, Gu Qingcheng looked over Yang Fuxiao's shoulder at Fang Shu.

  Fang Shu understood and turned around to leave, closing the door behind her.

  Gu Qingcheng stood up, walked to Yang Fu's side, pulled her over and turned her around, his fingers covering her delicate chin and lifting it up, directly meeting a pair of reddened eyes. His fingers gently stroked the unshed tears on her cheek.

  "Cried?"

  Yang brushed off the dawn, lowered his eyelids and said, "No, just a yawn."

  Gu Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh, looking at her now very stubborn appearance, and he re-aligned her face. Yang Fuxiao met Gu Qingcheng's gaze, but since he was pinching her chin, she couldn't turn away, so she averted her eyes first.

  "Do you feel wronged?"

  It's not true that I'm not feeling wronged. After all, it was a plan book that I had poured my heart and soul into, but now it has been completely overturned in an instant.

  Yang Mu Xiao was originally depressed for a whole morning because of what happened with Shen Jia Yu, and was also scolded at work.

  Gu Qingcheng pulled Yang Fuxiao, with both hands on her shoulders, letting her sit down: "Think what I said is wrong?"

  Yang Mo Xiao hadn't planned on sitting down, but Gu Qing Cheng was supporting her shoulders, and as soon as her knees touched the chair, she sat down.

  "It's not humiliating, you're right," Yang Xiao said with a straight gaze at the corner of Gu Qingcheng's clothes, wiping her face with her hand and saying, "I really didn't do any research. I thought there was only one framework, and after passing it, I would go on to make price estimates and market research."

  I've indeed become a maiden in heart, I imagine that place as my private domain rather than a public platform.

  "Okay, boss, I'll go and conduct some research right away, then make the changes..."

  She said, wanting to push away Gu Qingcheng in front of her and stand up from the chair, but Gu Qingcheng directly pressed down on her wrist, bent his waist forward, and trapped her in this rotating computer chair.

  Yang Mu's heart skipped a beat as he raised his head, and his eyes met Gu Qingcheng's profound gaze just inches away.

  Two people leaned in close, their breaths touching faces.

  Yang Xiaodong thought Gu Qingcheng would say something, but she didn't expect him to just look at her for a while before getting up and opening the computer in front of him, entering his password to unlock it. "Now this is our MSC's general supplier building materials market price database, as well as some other data. What do you need? Just enter it directly."

  After finishing speaking, Gu Qingcheng took his glasses and a document from the table, turned around and sat down on the sofa.

  Yang Fuxiao took a glance at Gu Qingcheng, who was already sitting leisurely on the sofa, turned his computer chair around, inserted the USB drive he was carrying into the computer, opened the original plan book, added this revised version by Gu Qingcheng, and began to carefully revise.

  When there are worries, immersing oneself in work is actually a good thing, it can temporarily make you forget the environment and reality you're in, and fully indulge.

  Yang Fuxiao is very serious whether in study or at work. Xin Man once said that people like Yang Fuxiao should stay on campus to pursue academic studies, go on to graduate school and then become a lecturer at the university, interacting with students, rather than going out into society to face all sorts of vicious people.

  It was past lunchtime, so Gu Qingcheng called Fang Shu out and had him bring takeout back.

  "Don't add chili peppers, don't have cold dishes, something light, and order a pot of soup."

  "Yes."

  Fang Shu's footsteps paused for a moment before he took a step forward and walked out.

  She didn't remember Gu Qingcheng being so picky about food? When did he become so easy-going about spicy flavors?

  However, Yang Fu Xiao let out a sigh of relief.

  She's been having her period for the past two days and can't eat spicy food. Luckily, it coincides with Gu Qingcheng's taste.

  She thought for a moment and then continued to modify the plan book.

  Fang Shu ordered completely according to Gu Qingcheng's requirements, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, plus a bowl of corn ribs soup.

  When the dish was placed on the table, the aroma suddenly filled the nostrils.

  Gu Qingcheng put down the file in his hand and beckoned Yang Fuxiao to come over and eat.

  Yang's plan book has been sorted out for more than half, because Gu Qingcheng's computer has complete data on suppliers, and she doesn't need to go to the supplier in person to get various latest data, leaving only one market survey form, which can be completed randomly.

  She flipped through the plan book, suddenly her eyes flashed, and she saw a document placed on her left hand side, which was about the development plan of that nightclub, two words flashed into her retina.

  "Night Color?" Yang Xiao asked with some curiosity, turning around to ask Gu Qingcheng, "Is this the name of the nightclub?"

  Gu Qingcheng had already picked up his chopsticks and was holding a piece of bamboo shoot at the edge of his lips, "What, do you have an opinion?"

  Yang Fu Xiao hastily shook his head: "No, no opinion."

  That night, Yang Xiawu was drunk and fragmented, but still remembered vaguely shouting "Hello, Night" under the rooftop. This was also the first name that came to her mind when she heard Tina say that the nightclub needed a new name. Now, coincidentally matching with Gu Qingcheng's idea felt really great, and she finally found her own value.

  Yang Fuxiao was smiling secretly while eating, but immediately stopped when swept by Gu Qingcheng's gaze and continued to eat quietly.

  Since Gu Qingcheng had already said so, Yang Fuxiao started following Fang Shu to do things as soon as she returned to Ya Huan, so she basically didn't need to go to the guest room department anymore.

  After lunch, Yang Fuxiao had already revised the plan book and was about to leave when Gu Qingcheng tapped his hand on the table.

  "Don't get up yet, help me write a few words," Gu Qingcheng stood by the office desk, tore off a piece of paper and placed it in front of Yang Fuxiao, "Special approval: Allow Mu Corporation to mine coal in X County, approved."

  Yang Fu Xiao nodded and wrote down a few words, saying: "Then I'll go to Manager Zhou's place to hand over the procedures."

  "Uh-huh."

  After Yang Mu Xiao left, Gu Qing Cheng picked up the paper and circled the three characters "Xu", "Mu" and "Hang". He took out a receipt from his drawer with the elegant and refined "Xu Mu Hang" written on it.

  No mistake, it is indeed Yang Guo's handwriting.

  The only difference is that the name on the receipt is written more sloppily, probably in a hurry, but it doesn't hinder recognizing the original handwriting.

  Gu Qingcheng crossed his hands over his chest, leaned back against the backrest, and closed his eyes tightly.

  Three years ago, he indeed went to a jewelry store with Yang Duxiao to buy a diamond ring. In general, if he signed the bill, he would definitely sign his own name, because the bank card holder's name is him, and it's only possible that in a hurry, he found someone to sign on his behalf, so the signature of Yang Duxiao is Xu Muhuang.

  But what about the LOVE diamond ring?