From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Lu Yunzhou looked at the desk next to him and frowned.

Mu Qingying is capable and well-educated.

If she stays, Yuanchuan can sort out all the contracts and procedures he has in place.

But her identity was too conspicuous.

The only daughter of the Mu family in Kyoto has gone to work as a project secretary at a new company. If this gets back to Xiao Sihai, that old man will definitely keep a closer eye on her.

Mu Qingying guessed his worries.

She turned the computer around; the supplier negotiation plan was already listed on it.

She raised her face: "I don't rely on the Mu family, nor will I use my family connections. If any problems arise, I will take responsibility myself."

As Cheng Ye flipped through the contracts she had compiled, he had already made up his mind.

If they can't even understand the terms and conditions, rejecting such talent would be tantamount to playing with the project.

He closed the folder: "Qingying staying will be a great help. If you're worried about her being overworked, pay her a higher salary."

Mu Qingying didn't look at Cheng Ye, but stared at Lu Yunzhou.

Lu Yunzhou couldn't escape her gaze.

He paused for a moment, then tapped twice on the table.

"Alright, starting today, you'll be Yuanchuan's project assistant. Follow Cheng Ye's instructions regarding matters on the construction site, and handle business contracts with Gu Bowen. Don't run around on your own."

Mu Qingying's eyes curved into a smile.

That's exactly what she was waiting for.

She pulled out a chair: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I won't embarrass you."

The way he called out "President Lu" was so crisp and close that everyone in the office laughed.

Pang Wei pulled out the jammed printing paper and invited everyone to his house for dinner that evening.

He had already told Song Xiaomei that the family had prepared food to celebrate Yuanchuan's arrival.

After finishing our work in the afternoon, we went downstairs together.

Pang Wei lives in Xicheng Old Street.

The stairwell was narrow, and cardboard boxes and gas cylinders were piled up in the corner.

The motion-activated light on the third floor was broken. Pang Wei stomped his feet twice, but the light bulb still didn't turn on.

He fumbled for his keys in the dark and pushed open the security door on the right side of the fifth floor.

The house is only a little over 60 square meters.

The living room has a dining table and an old sofa, so narrow that you have to squeeze through to get past.

The balcony was covered with baby clothes, and a newly assembled crib was placed against the wall.

Song Xiaomei, her baby bump just starting to show, walked out of the kitchen.

She was short, her hair was tied back with a rubber band, and her apron was covered in flour.

Upon seeing Lu Yunzhou and the others, she quickly wiped her hands.

Song Xiaomei greeted them with a smile, "The food will be ready soon, please have a seat. It's a small place, so please don't feel cramped."

After she finished speaking, she went back to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

The food on the table wasn't anything fancy; it was just a simple home-cooked meal.

A pot of pork ribs stewed with potatoes, a plate of shredded pork with green peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and braised tofu.

The rice has been served, and chopsticks are placed around the bowls.

Pang Wei followed into the kitchen and snatched the soup bowl from Song Xiaomei's hands.

While telling her to rest, he kept switching his hands back and forth because he was burning his hands.

Song Xiaomei kicked him lightly, a smile on her face: "What are you showing off for? Get a cloth to put on."

Everyone in the room burst out laughing.

Lu Yunzhou sat at the dining table, his gaze falling on the small bed on the balcony.

The bed frame is made of old wood with new paint, and two of the four legs are different colors.

Several small, snow-white garments were folded beside the bed, their stitches crooked and uneven, suggesting that Song Xiaomei had sewn them herself.

Despite working himself to the bone over the years, Pang Wei's finances have become increasingly strained.

While Song Xiaomei went back to the kitchen to get a bowl, Lu Yunzhou asked about the company's money in a low voice.

Pang Wei scratched his head, not daring to look at his wife.

On the day of the deposit, he first took 100,000.

After returning home last night, he withdrew another 200,000 yuan from his fixed deposit account and transferred it into Yuanchuan's account.

That 300,000 yuan was the money the couple had saved for six years to buy a house.

After Song Xiaomei became pregnant, they originally planned to make a down payment on a small apartment.

When Pang Wei heard that Yuanchuan was short of money, he only mentioned it once when he got home, and Song Xiaomei took out the passbook.

Lu Yunzhou's hand stopped on the table.

He never expected that Pang Wei would bet his entire fortune on this.

That money was related to his wife and children, and also to the future of this family.

Pang Weineng was able to take it out, because he already considered Yuanchuan as his home.

Lu Yunzhou didn't make empty promises.

He made his first profit from the Nanwan Old Port project, and he planned to use it to buy the couple a new apartment.

Before a baby is born, there must be at least a room big enough to fit a crib.

Song Xiaomei returned with the bowl and overheard the second half of the sentence.

She put the bowl on the table, looking a little embarrassed.

She explained softly, "Money in the bank only earns a little interest. Dawei trusts you, and I trust him too. As long as you both work hard, it's okay to buy the house a couple of years later."

Pang Wei lowered his head, his nose stinging, and picked up the wine bottle to pour wine for Lu Yunzhou.

Lu Yunzhou pressed down on the rim of the cup.

He has to go back to Old Port tonight to check on the situation, so he can't drink alcohol.

Just as the group picked up their chopsticks, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

The security door was pounded and shook back and forth, and plaster from the door frame fell into the shoe cabinet.

Song Xiaomei froze, the rice spoon in her hand hitting the rim of the bowl.

She was very familiar with this way of knocking.

Pang Wei got up to open the door.

The moment the door was unlocked, the person outside shoved them in with their shoulder.

Three people were blocking the entrance.

Standing in front was a man around forty years old, with a burly build and a gold chain around his neck.

Behind him followed a couple in their fifties, both with somber expressions.

Song Xiaomei quickly stood up.

The three people who came were her parents and her older brother, Song Hai.

Before Pang Wei could speak, Song Hai raised his hand and pushed him in the chest.

"You, surnamed Pang, tricked my sister into getting a marriage certificate, got her pregnant, and now you're even using the money meant for a house to pay off your company. How dare you even eat?"

Pang Wei took two steps back and bumped his waist into the shoe cabinet.

He was worried that his father-in-law and mother-in-law might fall, so he reached out to help Mr. Song, who was standing next to him.

Song Hai grabbed his collar and dragged him directly into the living room.

Song's mother rushed to her daughter and slammed her hand on the table.

The soup in the bowl splashed onto the tablecloth, and the food swayed.

She glared at Song Xiaomei: "No wedding, no house, and she's already pregnant. The neighbors are all laughing at our family. You still dare to let him squander the money meant for a house?"

Song Xiaomei stood in front of Pang Wei, her throat feeling choked with discomfort.

She knew her family wouldn't approve of Pang Wei starting his own business, but she never expected her brother to come to her door directly.

Song Hai wouldn't listen to any explanation.

He kicked Pang Wei in the stomach.

Pang Wei bent over, knocking over a plastic stool next to him, and his back hit the floor tiles hard.

The unopened bottle of liquor under the table was knocked over and rolled to Lu Yunzhou's feet.

Song Xiaomei rushed over to protect her husband.

Song's mother grabbed her arm: "You must come home with me today, and don't keep this child. If you stay with this kind of man, your life will be ruined!"

Cheng Ye stood up, leaning on his newly recovered left leg, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Mu Qingying closed her laptop, the smile on her face gone.

Lu Yunzhou helped Pang Wei up and shielded him behind him.

He stepped on the rolling bottle and his gaze fell on Song Hai's face.

Lu Yunzhou's voice was low and menacing: "Who do you think you are? Who gave you the audacity to lay a hand on my brother's house?"