End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The warehouse was dimly lit and the air was filled with the smell of stale wood.

Fan Mengmeng followed Xiaofu here and pushed open the heavy wooden door. The scene in front of her made her frown.

Various goods were piled up in a disorderly manner, and some were even piled directly on the ground, covered with dust.

The registration book was incomplete, with illegible handwriting.

"Miss Fan, this is the storeroom in the mansion." Xiaofu said cautiously, observing Fan Mengmeng's reaction.

Fan Mengmeng looked around and had a rough idea in her mind.

"Are these goods... all piled up like this randomly?" she asked, pointing to a pile of almost forgotten cloth in the corner.

Xiaofu scratched his head awkwardly, "It's always... been like this."

Fan Mengmeng understood clearly that this was not "always like this" at all. It was clearly a management chaos. She even...she vaguely felt that there seemed to be some traces of deliberateness hidden in this chaos.

"Xiaofu, can you help me find some pens, ink, paper and inkstone?" Fan Mengmeng said with a gleam in her eyes.

Although Xiaofu was puzzled, he did as he was told immediately.

After preparing the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Fan Mengmeng started to get busy in the warehouse.

According to modern warehouse management knowledge, she divided the warehouse into areas and designed a simple entry and exit registration system.

She reclassified, sorted, and arranged the goods, and registered them one by one.

At first, Xiaofu just watched from the side, but gradually, he was impressed by Fan Mengmeng's organization and efficiency and began to take the initiative to help.

A few days later, the originally messy warehouse was completely renewed, the goods were neatly arranged in an orderly manner, and the records of incoming and outgoing goods were clear and concise.

Xiaofu watched all this and was full of admiration for Fan Mengmeng.

"Ms. Fan, you are so amazing!" Xiaofu exclaimed sincerely.

When the news reached Teng Junze, he came to the warehouse and looked at the well-organized scene, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Well done." He commented briefly, with a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction in his tone.

Fan Mengmeng smiled slightly, but she didn't let down her guard. She had a feeling that things wouldn't go so smoothly...

In the dead of night, outside the warehouse, a dark shadow flashed by...

In the warehouse, the goods that Fan Mengmeng had carefully sorted out were scattered all over the floor again, the silk was torn by a sharp blade, and porcelain fragments were scattered all over the floor, making a mess.

Miss Lin stood at the door, covering her mouth in feigned surprise. "Oh, what...what's going on?"

Cui'er, the maid behind her, immediately added fuel to the fire and said, "Oh, this warehouse has only been tidied up for a few days and it has become like this. It seems that some people are really good-looking but useless!" Her tone was full of sarcasm, and she glanced at Fan Mengmeng with contempt.

Xiaofu was sweating profusely from anxiety. He knew better than anyone how hard Fan Mengmeng had worked these past few days. "This... this is impossible! Miss Fan clearly..."

"Mingming what? Do you want to say that I did it?" Miss Lin interrupted him harshly, with a smug look in her eyes.

Xiaofu was so scared that he dared not speak anymore and could only look at Fan Mengmeng worriedly.

Fan Mengmeng felt aggrieved, but tried to remain calm.

She knew that the more panicked she was at this moment, the easier it would be for her to fall into Miss Lin's trap.

She squatted down and carefully examined the scattered goods and traces on the ground.

"Ms. Lin, you said that I was mismanaging the business. Do you have any evidence?" Fan Mengmeng's tone was calm, but with a firmness that could not be ignored.

Miss Lin sneered, "Evidence? Isn't this mess on the ground the best evidence?"

Fan Mengmeng ignored Miss Lin's taunts. She picked up a new register and pointed to the detailed inventory records. "This is the record I reorganized. Every entry and exit of every item is recorded. If someone deliberately damaged it, it would inevitably leave a flaw in the record."

She pointed to a footprint on the ground and said, "This footprint doesn't belong to anyone in the warehouse, and..." She paused and looked at Cui'er behind Miss Lin, "The size of this footprint seems to be somewhat similar to Cui'er's shoes."

Cui'er's face turned pale and she subconsciously took a step back. Miss Lin's expression also changed. "You...you are talking nonsense!"

Fan Mengmeng ignored Miss Lin's excuses and continued, "Besides, the cuts on these silks are neat and uniform, obviously caused by a sharp weapon, and there is no such tool in the warehouse..." She dug out a small dagger from a pile of miscellaneous items, "But this dagger..."

Fan Mengmeng handed the dagger to Teng Junze. Teng Junze took the dagger and glanced sharply at Miss Lin and Cui'er.

Miss Lin's face was pale, her lips trembling, but she couldn't speak. Teng Junze's eyes fell on Fan Mengmeng, and his eyes...

Teng Junze's gaze fell on Fan Mengmeng, with a hint of barely perceptible admiration in his eyes.

He threw the dagger to Xiaofu and said, "Find out." Xiaofu took the order and left.

Seeing this, Miss Lin knew that she could not escape today, so she had to leave in shame.

Cui'er followed her closely, not daring to look up.

Only Teng Junze and Fan Mengmeng were left in the warehouse.

Fan Mengmeng breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

She turned around and continued to pick up the scattered goods, but felt a little overwhelmed.

Teng Junze walked up to her and patted her shoulder gently, "Thank you for your hard work." These four short words brought warm ripples to Fan Mengmeng's heart.

She raised her head and met Teng Junze's deep gaze, and her heart inexplicably calmed down.

"You shouldn't be the one doing these things." Teng Junze looked at her busy figure, with a hint of heartache in his tone.

Fan Mengmeng smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm used to it." Life in the apocalypse has made her accustomed to dealing with various emergencies.

"From tomorrow on, you can participate in all matters big or small in the mansion." Teng Junze's tone was firm, with unquestionable majesty.

He believed that Fan Mengmeng's abilities were far more than that.

Fan Mengmeng was a little surprised, and then a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

This represents Teng Junze's trust in her and also gives her more room to develop.

She nodded solemnly, "I will do my best."

This conversation was heard clearly by Miss Lin who was hiding in the dark.

She was shaking with anger, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Teng Junze actually trusts Fan Mengmeng so much and lets her participate in all the affairs of the mansion!

This is undoubtedly a huge threat to her!

She must not let Fan Mengmeng gain a foothold in Teng Mansion!

After returning to the room, Miss Lin threw the teacup in her hand hard to the ground, and the fragments flew everywhere.

"Bitch! I will make you pay!" A sinister light flashed in her eyes, and a new plan began to brew in her mind.

What more sinister tactics will Miss Lin resort to next? And how will Fan Mengmeng, new to Teng Mansion affairs, navigate this increasingly complex situation?