The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

Afternoon sunlight streamed obliquely through the blinds into the office, casting dappled shadows on the piles of white documents. The sounds of the air conditioner running and the clatter of keyboards mingled, creating a tranquil rhythm unique to the urban office building.

Ever since she finally managed to fool the male lead, Xie Yumin has been feeling somewhat nervous and absent-minded.

He sat at his desk, having looked at the numbers several times, but the image of Mengmeng's little face in the ward, eating cake and smiling sweetly, kept flashing through his mind, followed by her brief hesitation when she invited him to "go home."

Thinking of this, her heart felt like it was being gently tugged, not painful, but constantly clenched.

She forced herself to temporarily pull her attention away from Mengmeng. After all, it was work time, and the male lead was always difficult to deal with. If he found any weakness, she would be finished.

But the work was still too boring, and he couldn't help but subconsciously raise his hand to look at his watch again. This time, the lunch break had finally arrived.

She breathed a sigh of relief as if she had just emerged from the water, immediately got up from her chair, tiptoed away from her colleagues' gazes, crossed the corridor, and quietly hid in an empty conference room at the end of the building that had not been used for many years.

She then took out her phone and quickly dialed the nanny's number.

"Hello? It's me." She lowered her voice, afraid someone in the hallway would hear. "How's Mengmeng? Is she feeling unwell again? Is she eating properly?"

Ever since Mengmeng developed a rash due to an allergic reaction, he has been constantly worried about it, fearing that Mengmeng might have another allergic reaction someday.

The nanny's slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ms. Xie, Mengmeng hasn't gotten any more rashes. The doctor said she's recovering quite quickly after the IV drip. It's just... she doesn't have a very good appetite and doesn't eat much..."

Xie Yumin listened, her heart clenching with each breath, wishing she could return to Mengmeng's side right now, to watch over him and cherish him.

"She's still young and has a weak immune system, so please don't let her go hungry." She couldn't help but urgently instruct, "Make sure her nutrition is balanced... If she really can't eat, cook the porridge until it's very soft, and add some of her favorite chicken broth..."

"I understand, Miss Xie. Don't worry, I will take good care of you."

The nanny naturally knew how much he cared for Mengmeng, and upon hearing this, she quickly responded.

Xie Yumin's fingers, which were gripping the phone, turned slightly white. She finally let out a soft "hmm," gave a few more instructions, and then hung up the phone.

She leaned against the cold glass of the conference room and let out a long breath, as if exhaling all her anxiety.

Only at times like these can he feel as if he is still alive, and all of this is only because of the tiny, brief connection he has established with Mengmeng.

But as an adult, one always has to face many things one doesn't want to face. So when she returned to her desk, the pile of unfinished financial analysis reports and meeting minutes pressed down on her like a mountain.

She couldn't help but rub her temples, forcing herself to calm down.

Logic and numbers were his forte. She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her emotions, and refocused her attention on the dry data.

Turning the pages one by one, comparing the columns one by one.

These figures are very cunning; only in this way can we quickly discover any discrepancies.

Soon, her keen eyes caught something out of place.

She frowned and circled a few small circles on the draft paper. The cost indicator of a certain project was several percentage points too high, but the related profit margin did not decrease accordingly, but instead increased slightly.

Looking further down, she discovered that the budget for another key project was nearly 20 percent higher than estimated, but it was marked as "balanced" in the previous summary table.

This inconsistency doesn't seem like a data entry error. She's too familiar with the logic behind this data; it's more like a result of deliberate, human manipulation.

Has someone secretly tampered with something here?

Thinking of this, she became even more alert, quickly opened the original data file, and began to check each item one by one.

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, the numbers on the screen rapidly changing before her eyes. Her gaze grew increasingly serious, and a vague guess was gradually surfacing in her mind.

Just as she was engrossed in her thoughts, a gaze hidden behind glass in a corner of the office not far away was quietly watching her.

It is Ruolan.

She was just passing by when she unexpectedly saw Xie Yumin carefully reviewing reports and scribbling on draft paper.

She immediately became alert.

Because she could almost immediately recognize those circled areas as "loopholes" that she had deliberately hidden.

"Oh no." Ruolan paused in her hand, her eyes instantly darkening.

She knew Xie Yumin had already discovered it.

If he continues to investigate, I'll be completely finished.

The thought that all his hard work and plans might be ruined filled him with anxiety.

Without hesitation, Ruolan quickly returned to her workstation and began typing on the keyboard while Xie Yumin went out to get water.

She was not an ordinary employee; she had certain advanced privileges that allowed her to access the backend path of the original financial data files.

She quickly and accurately retrieved the data source that Xie Yumin was using and completely overwrote the several sets of "anomalies" that she had deliberately created earlier.

Moreover, she deliberately adjusted several indicators that were not marked by Xie Yumin, cleverly creating a "reasonable but wrong" result.

Everything took only a dozen minutes.

She then logged out of the system, a cold glint in her eyes.

In the evening, after Xie Yumin returned, she sped up her work and completed the first draft of the report based on the data she had marked.

During this process, he worked almost non-stop, just to complete these tasks as quickly as possible.

Only in this way can he be brought back to a normal life as soon as possible.

Therefore, he worked exceptionally hard.

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off, and he soon discovered all the loopholes.

Even so, she still had some doubts. There were one or two values ​​that she felt were wrong, but after checking the system data, they didn't match the "anomalies" that she had previously noted down on paper.

"...Did I remember it wrong back then?" she couldn't help but mutter to herself, her voice barely audible.

But it was too late.

At this moment, the group's senior management meeting was about to begin. She gritted her teeth, had no choice but to package the report, upload it, and submit it with a heavy heart.

Soon after, the meeting room was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.