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The annual meeting of Primordial II ended close to 4 p.m.

The attendees gradually left.

As soon as Chen Mo returned to his office downstairs, he received a message from Qin Feng on his phone.

Xu Qing's discharge assessment has been approved.

The lung contusion has largely healed, and the ribs are healing well.

According to the medical team, she no longer needs to be hospitalized; she only needs to have regular check-ups and continue rehabilitation training.

After reading the report, Chen Mo called Zhou Yan to make some adjustments to the course and laboratory arrangements for the next two days.

He then dialed the phone number of the current person in charge of Xingchen Family Office.

What's the status of the paperwork for that house in Changhu Yunlu Mountain Villa?

"Reporting to Mr. Chen, the full payment was settled last Friday, and the notarized gift certificate from the housing management department and all the necessary documents for the expedited transfer of real estate have been prepared."

"Where's the car?"

"The Bentley Flying Spur has been moved from the provincial capital showroom to Changhu. As per your request, we selected a dark gray exterior and a beige interior. The vehicle is currently registered under your name at home. Once Mr. Xu signs off, the personal transfer can be processed."

"Prepare another appointment document."

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment.

"What is your position?"

"Executive Director and Chief Affairs Officer of Xingchen Family Office".

Chen Mo glanced out the window.

"Effective from the date she officially resumes work."

"clear."

……

January 9th, 10:00 AM.

Chen Mo's private plane landed at Changhu Airport.

The convoy then proceeded directly to the International Medical Center of Changhu City First People's Hospital.

Inside the ward, Xu Qing had changed out of her hospital gown.

She wore a loose, soft dress, and her originally pale cheeks now had a touch of rosy color.

Her parents and younger brother, Xu Minghao, are helping her pack the last few pieces of her luggage.

Upon seeing Chen Mo enter, Mr. Xu subconsciously put down his bag and said with a restrained expression, "Mr. Chen is here."

"No need to be so polite."

Chen Mo first inquired about the situation from the rehabilitation doctor.

The grip strength and finger dexterity of the right hand have begun to recover.

The most important thing next is to avoid secondary injury and gradually increase the load.

Normal office work will not be greatly affected, but long-distance travel should be minimized and accompanied by a medical team for observation.

"How long will it take to fully recover to pre-injury level?" Chen Mo asked.

"Based on the current situation, most functions should be restored in about a month."

"That's what the doctor said."

"It should take about three months to get him back to his pre-injury condition. The exact timeframe will depend on the progress of his rehabilitation."

Chen Mo nodded.

"The subsequent treatment plan will continue as originally scheduled. If additional equipment or changes in specialists are needed, please contact the Xingchen Family Office directly."

Xu Qing stood to the side, and when she heard the words "Xing Chen Family Office", a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

Chen Mo treated her very well.

The company covered all the treatment costs, provided a five million yuan condolence payment, and arranged jobs for the parents and younger brother.

These are far more responsibilities than any employer should bear.

But what Xu Qing wanted was never just a sum of money to live out the rest of her life in peace.

She wanted to go back to this man's side.

They wanted to prove that they were still useful and still deserved that trust.

"Mr. Chen."

Xu Qing took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and said cautiously, "The doctor said I can start working online. There are some backlogged matters at the home office, which I can take over when I get back today."

"No rush."

Chen Mo sensed the unease in her words.

"I'll be discharged today."

"We'll talk about work after you've read this."

Wei Shan placed a dark-colored file folder on the table.

Xu Qing was slightly taken aback, then reached out her left hand to open it.

At the top is a house gift agreement.

Yunlu Mountain Villa, detached villas.

The property certificate shows a building area of ​​526 square meters, and includes a 1,000-square-meter private garden, a three-car underground garage, and a dedicated entrance elevator.

The land transfer fee and all taxes have been paid on her behalf. The recipient's column is blank, awaiting only her signature.

The second document is vehicle information.

A Bentley Flying Spur that had just been delivered was parked in the hospital's underground parking garage.

Considering the condition of her right arm, the family office also arranged a driver for her.

Xu Qing stared at the document, not turning to the next page for a long time.

"Mr. Chen, these are..."

"Discharge gift".

"It's too expensive."

Xu Qing instinctively tried to push the file bag back.

"Five million in condolence money is more than enough. You've also arranged everything for my treatment and family matters."

"Five million is the company's compensation for your injury." Chen Mo did not take the document. "The medical expenses are my responsibility."

"This house and car are my personal gifts to you as a discharge gift from the hospital."

Xu Qing suddenly raised her head.

Chen Mo understands her too well.

The flight attendant who handed out her business card in first class back then never really hid her ambition very well.

She has witnessed the arrogance of capital, experienced the terror of being easily driven into a corner by those in power, and knows all too well how much blood and tears an ordinary girl with no background has to swallow to stand tall in the arena of fame and fortune.

For her, a sense of security needs to be tangible.

A house that belongs only to oneself, a car befitting one's status, and a position that no one can easily replace.

Wealth and status.

Chen Mo can afford to provide all of these things.

"Xingchen Family Office was built up little by little by you."

Chen Mo said.

"From now on, you will represent not only yourself, but also me and the Xingchen family."

"Where you live and what kind of car you ride is not just a matter of personal enjoyment, but also a part of your identity."

"Take it."

Xu Qing's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

She trembled as she set the house documents aside and opened the last page of the file folder.

Appointment Letter for Senior Management Personnel of Xingchen Family Office

Executive Director and Chief Affairs Officer.

He is fully responsible for Chen Mo's private schedule, family asset coordination, protocol affairs, medical resources, and the daily operation of the family office.

The appointment will take effect from the date Xu Qing completes the first phase of her rehabilitation and officially resumes work.

The impact of this document on her was even greater than that of the villa and the Bentley.

The anxieties and uncertainties that had been weighing on my mind for months during my hospitalization all dissipated at this moment.

"Mr. Chen..."

Xu Qing felt a lump in her throat, and her voice was choked with emotion.

The next moment, the emotions that had been building up for months suddenly spiraled out of control.

Forgetting all etiquette and decorum, she stepped forward, pounced on Chen Mo, and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face deep in his coat.

The ward fell silent instantly.

Xu's mother glanced at her husband, then silently pulled Xu Minghao toward the window.

Mr. Xu lowered his head and began to examine the green plants on the windowsill.

The rehabilitation doctor picked up the discharge record, as if an extremely complicated piece of data had suddenly appeared on it.

Wei Shan and Qin Feng turned around at the same time and began to check the corridor outside the ward.

Xu Qing, who had bumped into Chen Mo's arms, was immediately aware of her loss of composure.

Her body stiffened slightly, and she hurriedly tried to back away: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, I... I lost my composure."

Chen Mo raised his hand and gently put his arm around her shoulder and back.

No need to apologize.

Xu Qing felt a lump in her throat and buried her face in his shoulder.

A few seconds later, she stepped back on her own.

A beautiful blush had already risen on her cheeks.

Chen Mo said calmly, "Take this week to recover well."

"On January 16, there was a closed-door dinner after the founding ceremony of the Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank."

"You'll attend with me then."

Xu Qing paused for a moment.

"I?"

"We need to get back to work quickly, Mr. Xu."

The tears in Xu Qing's eyes hadn't faded, but a smile had already appeared on her face: "Received, Mr. Chen."

She knew very well what this dinner party meant.

……

After completing the discharge procedures, Xu Qing, accompanied by her family, went to Yunlu Mountain Villa.

The dark gray Bentley Flying Spur was already parked in front of the villa.

She placed the car keys, house documents, and appointment letter on her lap, glancing down at them every now and then as the vehicle entered the villa area.

In just one morning, she had a home that truly belonged to her and reaffirmed her life's direction for the next many years.

Chen Mo did not follow.

These surprises need time to process.

12:30 PM.

The convoy left Changhu city and headed southeast along the highway.

Two hours later, rows of factory buildings and towering chemical storage tanks gradually appeared on both sides of the road.

The charred marks left by the past fire have largely disappeared.

The newly built firebreak completely separates the storage area from the production area, and gas monitoring, personnel positioning, and automatic vehicle identification equipment have been added at the entrance.

Above the factory gate, the original sign for Hengyuan Fine Chemical Plant has been removed.

Instead, six brand-new silver letters have been replaced.

Chujiang New Materials Co., Ltd.

Today marks the official trial run of the first production line after the restructuring of Chujiang New Materials.

The convoy slowly came to a stop in front of the office building.

Chu Zhenhua, wearing a safety helmet, was already waiting at the bottom of the steps with his management team.

Beside him, the two sisters, Chu Yinuo and Chu Yiran, stood gracefully in the wind, wearing matching beige down jackets.

The moment they caught a glimpse of Chen Mo getting out of the car, their two bright almond-shaped eyes suddenly curved into crescents.

"Brother Chen Mo!"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Chu Zhenhua did not rush to exchange pleasantries.

He handed Chen Mo a test report that had just been sent from the laboratory.

After experiencing fire, debt, and months of reconstruction, the old man's wrinkled face finally regained its long-lost radiance.

"Mr. Chen."

"The first batch of samples is ready."