When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

"I'm not going, I'm heavily pregnant."

Changfeng Group is such a large company, there will definitely be a lot of people at the annual meeting, I'm just worried that something might go wrong.

“Then I’ll keep an eye on your husband and make sure he’s not seduced by any vixen.”

As the annual meeting approached, Lingxi heard from her seniors that the company had a long-standing tradition.

Each year, one employee will be randomly selected to dance solo with the president.

Even if it's a male employee, the CEO will never be shy and will hug him and dance a song together.

Therefore, the annual employee number lottery is more exciting than winning the grand prize.

Changfeng Group's prizes are also quite generous, with the grand prize being a housing subsidy of 300 million yuan.

The prizes include a car purchase subsidy, with the lowest prize being 1 yuan in cash.

Changfeng Group is financially powerful, and all the prizes were for daily necessities.

Therefore, everyone is really looking forward to the annual meeting.

I hope I'll have good luck and be able to buy a car and a house at the company's annual party.

An Xiaoyue gave a self-deprecating laugh. She and Fu Shengyang were getting their marriage certificate by agreement, so what right did she have to care whether Fu Shengyang would be seduced?

"Never mind him, have fun."

Lingxi had put on such beautiful makeup, so of course she wanted to relax and not focus her attention on Fu Shengyang.

After the video call ended, An Xiaoyue still hadn't received the interview results from Zhongkangtang.

I couldn't help but feel annoyed; I should have known better than to leave so soon yesterday.

Stay there and observe how the other interviewees perform; it'll give you a better understanding of their situation.

Seeing her playing with the dry grass on the ground, An Jiaren asked her with concern, "Did you have a fight with Sheng Yang?"

An Xiaoyue looked up in confusion. How could her mother have such a misconception?

Fu Shengyang is the kind of person who wouldn't let himself be taken advantage of, so why would he argue with her?

No, I'm waiting for the interview results.

She wasn't really sure, after all, Academician Leng Shide knew about her pregnancy.

If people think it's inappropriate for her to be pregnant, then no matter how well she talks to Academician Leng, it will all be for nothing.

An Jiaren comforted her, "It's only a little past five o'clock now, the clinic is busy, you can check again around eight or nine o'clock."

An Xiaoyue was taken aback.

How did Mom know the working hours of a clinic, which are different from those of a hospital inpatient department?

Could it be that Mom really is the vanished young lady of the Leng family?

An Xiaoyue began to doubt her mother's identity again.

From a young age, she knew she was different from the other children; she didn't have a father.

But she was very sensible and never asked her mother about her biological father.

After learning from the teaching assistant that the poison her mother had been given was for aphrodisiac purposes, she dared not ask any questions, fearing it would remind her mother of unpleasant memories.

However, now Mom knows very well the opening hours of Lengjia Kangtang.

She even knows when the doctors are busiest.

An Xiaoyue couldn't help but suspect that her mother had a connection with the Leng family.

"Mom, how did you know we wouldn't get the news until eight or nine o'clock?"

An Jiaren froze, realizing that her daughter had caught her out on her slip of the tongue.

"The information is all on Zhongkangtang's official website. You're going for an interview; I've looked up their clinic's information."

"Oh." An Xiaoyue was half-awake and half-doubting, and dared not delve into this topic, lest she stir up her mother's sad memories.

An Jiaren knew that Xiaoyue didn't really believe it.

Xiaoyue's true identity will be revealed to her sooner or later.

But she wouldn't tell Xiaoyue unless absolutely necessary.

It was Zhong Lingxi's first time attending an annual meeting, and she was very excited.

In the vast space, cheerful music drowned out the conversation.

Dressed in champagne and beautiful clothes, each person was radiant, their usual mechanical expressions completely gone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now comes the part I've been looking forward to the most."

As the host on stage began to speak, everyone turned to look at him.

Someone said, "It's time for the lucky draw."

The host asked with a smile, "Aren't you looking forward to dancing with the CEO?"

The audience erupted in laughter, "Hahahaha..."

The president belongs to everyone, and the grand prize is theirs; everyone is still living with a clear head.

"Let's draw lots to see who the CEO's dance partner will be, and then the CEO will draw the last prize of the night, the grand prize, okay?" the host suggested.

"Okay." The staff members in the audience agreed.

"OK, the employee numbers will start scrolling on the big screen."

The host's voice was hoarse from excitement.

"All of you in the audience, count down three together and shout 'Stop!' What if the CEO's dance is yours? If you want to dance with the CEO, count down loudly with me!"

"three."

"Two~"

The audience was packed, all staring expectantly at the employee ID numbers on the big screen.

"one!"

"stop!"

The numbers on the big screen stopped scrolling, and the banquet hall fell silent.

"Who is it?" the host asked.

Everyone looked at the people around them, "It wasn't me, was it you? Was it you?"

Just as everyone was busy looking for someone, a hand holding a champagne glass was raised high in the crowd.

"it's me."

Everyone turned their heads toward the direction from which the sound came.

"It's her," someone said regretfully.

"Who?"

"The woman in the public relations department who likes the president the most always calls him 'Brother Sheng Yang' in a tone with a little wave."

"Oh, she must be going crazy with happiness!"

Under the gazes of all, Ruan Jingyi swayed gracefully as she prepared to go on stage.

She loved the feeling of being the center of attention; it made her feel especially good when she walked.

I was so excited that I almost fell while going up the steps, but luckily the sound engineer next to me helped me up.

Otherwise, if I fall, I don't know if I'll still be able to dance with the CEO.

Ruan Jingyi's face flushed, and she was so excited that she couldn't speak coherently.

"Thank you... thank you everyone. This year... it's finally my turn! I'm so excited. From now on, I will... I will continue to work hard. Thank you everyone."

The audience scoffed, saying he should spend more time reading books instead of giving such a weak speech.

Zhong Lingxi wasn't interested in dancing or anything like that; she liked money.

If she could win the grand prize, she could use the money to make a down payment on a house, which would be wonderful.

She actively participated and shouted during the previous rounds of the lucky draw.

When she finally realized she couldn't win anything, her enthusiasm waned, and she focused solely on eating and drinking.

Even if I don't win a prize, having a full stomach is still a win!

"Okay, I can tell our colleagues are very excited."

The host took over and continued the process.

"Now we will proceed with the drawing of the grand prize. Please welcome our president, Mr. Fu Shengyang."

Cheers erupted from the audience; who would win the grand prize?