Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

"I'm waiting for the money to arrive so I can make arrangements for the rest."

Zhao Qing returned to her workstation, sat down in her chair, leaned back slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

He instructed Liu Gang and Sun Li to continue pursuing business and securing orders according to the original plan.

He himself sat at his workstation, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

His eyes were filled with anticipation, as if this would make the bank notification of the funds arriving appear sooner.

He was restless all morning, pacing around the office every now and then.

With his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed, and he muttering to himself.

Around noon, Xiao Qian, who was in charge of accounting, came running breathlessly to Zhao Qing's workstation.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and his hair was soaked and stuck to his forehead, but his face was beaming with a bright smile: "Team Leader Zhao, good news!"

"The company has already received payment from the other party for the purchase of the game cartridges, as well as deposits for subsequent orders, in its bank account!"

Zhao Qing suddenly jumped up from her seat, her movement so violent that she almost knocked over the chair next to her.

He exclaimed excitedly, "Really? That's wonderful! Little Qian, you're truly my lucky star!"

"With your news, I can finally feel relieved."

As he spoke, he immediately stood up, grabbed Xiao Qian's arm, and quickly walked to the desks of the two accountants next to him.

Zhao Qing excitedly said to Xiao Qian, "Xiao Qian, quickly call the boss's landline."

"Notify the boss that all 700 cartridges of 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1' in stock have been sold, and we have also received deposits for 1,500 pre-ordered cartridges."

"This is fantastic news! The boss must be overjoyed! He's always had high hopes for this game, so he must be incredibly happy now."

Xiao Qian nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, Team Leader Zhao, I'll call the boss tonight."

"However, the boss is a college student. Today is not the weekend, and he should still be in class at Tsinghua University this afternoon, so he probably won't be able to answer the phone."

"This boss is really not easy to start a business while studying."

Zhao Qing slapped his forehead and said with annoyance, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot about this."

"Then call tonight, and don't forget! I'd feel bad if I didn't tell the boss right away about this joy."

After saying that, Zhao Qing, filled with joy, hummed a cheerful tune and left the company with light steps, heading to the factory.

He was going to the factory to place an order and see if he could persuade the factory to prioritize production of the company's order.

The afterglow of the setting sun was like spilled paint, freely splashing across every corner of the city.

It draped the towering buildings in a warm orange veil.

A gentle breeze, carrying delicate and tender notes, rustled the leaves of the trees lining the street.

Chen Dong rode the slightly worn-out motorcycle that carried countless memories, with Chu Mengran on the back seat. Their laughter drifted gently in the wind.

Chu Mengran hugged Chen Dong tightly around the waist, her cheeks slightly flushed, as if dyed by the sunset.

She gently rested her head on Chen Dong's back, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and feeling the warmth emanating from him, as if the whole world had become incredibly reassuring.

"Dongzi, you must show off your skills today and let me taste your new dishes."

Chu Mengran said with a smile, her voice full of anticipation, like a flower blooming in spring, delicate and bright.

Chen Dong turned and glanced at her, his eyes sparkling with love, a gaze that seemed to gather all the tenderness in the world.

He replied with a smile, "Of course! Just wait and be amazed by my cooking skills today. I specially learned several tricks from Aunt Zhang next door, just to give you a surprise."

Upon arriving at the small apartment, the two of them skipped and hopped into the house like two happy little deer.

As soon as he entered the house, Chen Dong neatly tied on an apron, which was embroidered with a cute cartoon pattern. They had picked it out together during a shopping trip.

He picked up a cleaver and began chopping vegetables, his skillful movements making him seem like a professional chef.

With each stroke of his knife, he moved with confidence and composure, the greens arranged neatly under his blade, like soldiers awaiting inspection.

Chu Mengran helped wash the vegetables, her slender fingers gently stirring them in the water, the water droplets splashing up and sparkling in the sunset.

She would occasionally look up at Chen Dong's earnest expression, a happy smile spreading across her face. That smile was like the warm sunshine of spring, comforting and touching.

"Dongzi, tell me, how come our life together is so sweet?"

Chu Mengran suddenly spoke, her eyes full of tenderness, like a clear lake that could reflect the beauty of the whole world.

Chen Dong stopped what he was doing, walked over and gently pinched her nose, and said with a smile, "Because of you, my life is full of sunshine."

"Since I met you, every day has become different, and even the air is filled with the scent of happiness."

As he spoke, he gently pinched Chu Mengran's cheek, but Chu Mengran playfully slapped his hand away.

The two smiled at each other, and love filled the small kitchen.

Just as the two were laughing and joking, preparing dinner, the landline phone in the living room suddenly rang.

The ringing of the bell broke the warm tranquility of the room, and Chen Dong and Chu Mengran were startled for a moment.

Then Chu Mengran urged, "Dongzi, go answer the phone. Most of the time, when you get a call, it's for you. Maybe it's something important at the company."

Chen Dong wiped his hands, strode into the living room, picked up the receiver, and said in a steady yet energetic voice, "Hello, this is Chen Dong."

On the other end of the phone, the accountant, Xiao Qian, spoke with a joyful voice that seemed to overflow from the receiver: "Mr. Chen, that's wonderful! I have some fantastic news to share with you."

"All 700 cartridges of our company's 'I Run an Inn in Chang'an 1' have been sold, and we have also received deposits for 1,500 pre-order cartridges."

"Once we sell all the orders we've received so far, this cartridge game will not only break even, but we might even make a few thousand dollars! This is a really great start!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Dong's face instantly broke into a bright smile, a smile as dazzling as fireworks blooming in the night sky.

He knew that this game, made by the Japanese company Kairosoft in his previous life, had a unique charm.

Once the company's programmers create it, it will definitely be well-received.

And sure enough, it's starting to sell like hotcakes.

"That's fantastic! Xiao Qian, thank you for your hard work. You've been working tirelessly on the company's accounts lately, and your contributions are invaluable."

Chen Dong said excitedly, "By the way, let me ask you something."