If we swapped lives, I'd be the CEO and you'd take care of the kids.

Zhu Tingyue had already arrived at the company with Shen Yingchu. When she took the president's private elevator, she looked calm and composed, without any surprise or looking around, as if she had been there countless times before.

Shen Yingchu felt that her decision to take him back was the right one. Looking at his demeanor and calm demeanor, who would have thought that he had lived in a small town for more than 20 years?

Aside from being a little temperamental, he is practically the perfect heir to the Shen family!

I heard that he even started his own small company. He's young, capable, and hardworking—truly worthy of being Shen Yingchu's son! He was extremely satisfied!

Upon entering the president's office, "Shen Yanqiu" naturally walked towards the chair behind the desk, but stopped halfway there.

She forgot that this wasn't her father's company, and that chair wasn't hers anymore! She took a few steps back and sat down beside him.

Shen Yingchu had already dialed the internal line and summoned Assistant Yang.

“Take him to the planning department and have Manager Wu assign him work.”

Shen Yingchu gave the order casually, without even asking "Shen Yanqiu's" opinion.

In fact, Zhu Tingyue had no objections; she had no idea what the planning department did.

As she understood it, wasn't Shen Yanqiu supposed to be here to inherit the company? Why was she starting from the bottom? Or was this a carefully planned arrangement by Shen Yingchu?

She looked at Shen Yingchu, who had already started working seriously. Shen Yingchu's eyes were fixed on the documents in her hands, and she didn't spare a single glance for Shen Yingchu.

She was deflated and resignedly followed Assistant Yang out.

Assistant Yang, who had been given the order, was also feeling uneasy: What did the president mean by this? Was this the illegitimate son in the recent rumors? Wasn't he supposed to be back to inherit the company? Why was he sent to the planning department by the president? Was he favored or not? How should I treat him?

He was uneasy and tried to soften his voice as much as possible when speaking to Zhu Tingyue: "Mr. Shen, the planning department is on the tenth floor. Manager Wu is a very nice person. You can ask him for help if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you!" Zhu Tingyue thanked him for reminding her.

"You're too kind!"

The two exchanged a few words before the planning department arrived.

Everyone was surprised to see that Assistant Yang, who was standing next to the president, had actually come down. When they saw the handsome young man next to him, their eyes lit up.

"Hey, Assistant Yang, what brings you here?" A man with wrinkles around his eyes walked up.

"Manager Wu, this is a new employee in your department. Please make arrangements for him," Assistant Yang said businesslike to the person from before.

It turned out that he was Manager Wu. When Zhu Tingyue looked at him again, she suddenly understood why the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were so obvious. It was because he had smiled too much. Even if he didn't want to, they would have wrinkles!

"Wow, our department has some new talent! Look how handsome this young man is, he's a real treat for the eyes. We're definitely more motivated now, and our work efficiency will surely improve a lot in the future!"

He was full of praise, but I don't know if it was true or not.

"Ahem!" Manager Yang gestured for him to stop going too far. "You make the arrangements for him. If the newcomer doesn't understand something, you should teach him more!"

"Okay, okay, Assistant Yang, don't worry!" Manager Wu quickly assured him.

“Then I’ll be going now,” he said, turning to Zhu Tingyue. “Mr. Shen, please listen to Manager Wu and ask him any questions.”

"Yes, thank you!" Zhu Tingyue's reply was brief.

Everyone, including Manager Wu, was bewildered by Assistant Yang's attitude. Who was this guy? Why was Assistant Yang being so polite to him? And the way he answered the questions showed no sense of being treated like a servant.

No one spoke, but Manager Wu was the first to react, and he put on a big smile again: "I am the manager of the planning department, my name is Wu Lin. From now on, we will be colleagues, and this is where we work."

He then pointed to the group of people working diligently and introduced them to Zhu Tingyue: "They are all my colleagues in the department. You can ask them anything you don't understand. They are all very nice people."

Zhu Tingyue had no work experience, and it was only then that she realized she should introduce herself.

"My name is Shen Yanqiu. I'm new here, so please take care of me in the future."

His expression was indifferent, and even his introduction was brief.

"Okay, let's work hard together from now on!" Manager Wu was the first to applaud.

His mind raced: So his surname is Shen? Could he be related to the CEO? Looking at his face, he does resemble him somewhat. And Assistant Yang was so polite to him; maybe it is!

The others shared the same thought: they assumed a hardworking and dutiful servant had arrived, but who knew his surname was Shen? He wasn't here to pull the millstone; he was here to supervise the work! He was just putting on an act before, but now he had to take it seriously.

Manager Wu became even more attentive, arranging her in the seat closest to him so that he could easily flatter her later.

Then he had someone bring over a stack of documents and said to her in a consultative tone, "Yanqiu, take a look at these documents first, familiarize yourself with the environment. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me. I'm right there, very close by. Don't be afraid to bother me. I'm the most helpful person around!"

Zhu Tingyue looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw that it was in the room next door; it was indeed close.

"Well, thank you!"

Zhu Tingyue remained as sparing with her words as ever, which further confirmed everyone's suspicions, and they all secretly resolved: "The capitalist is here; we must be more careful with our words from now on."

Manager Wu turned and walked towards his office. He needed to think carefully about how to please this young General Manager Shen so that he could get promoted again.

Regardless of their inner thoughts, Zhu Tingyue opened the documents on the table. They were the company's previous plans, each one of which seemed ingenious to her, an outsider to the field, something she herself could never have come up with in her lifetime.

She took notes as she read, thinking that it would be perfect if she could learn something from it someday.

During her lunch break, she was already listless, having not experienced such a busy life for a long time, and was a little unaccustomed to it.

All morning, the only sound in the department was the clatter of keyboards; everyone kept their eyes glued to the screen, looking as if they were the most focused person there.

Zhu Tingyue was caught in the middle and felt embarrassed to leave first. So a young girl stood up first and said to everyone, "It's time, let's go eat!"

Everyone responded enthusiastically, and Zhu Tingyue followed behind them towards the company cafeteria.

Zhu Tingyue, who was originally starving, was greatly disappointed when she saw the food in the cafeteria. What kind of garbage was this? Even a dog wouldn't eat it.

Zhu Tingyue missed the food in her company cafeteria terribly. Every dish suited her taste, even though she used to find it extremely unpalatable. Now, thinking back, she regretted it!

She considered the possibility of eating out or ordering takeout, opened her phone, ordered the food, but got stuck on the payment page. Shen Yanqiu's phone only had two digits!

10.01 appeared in his phone balance. Zhu Tingyue tried all the bank cards he had linked, but none of them could make the payment successfully.

Is Shen Yanqiu really that poor? He can't even afford takeout? Did all the money I gave him go into his company?

Zhu Tingyue sneered a few times at the number she might never see again in her lifetime, and resigned herself to standing at the end of the food queue.

I'm sorry, she was wrong. She shouldn't have said that even dogs wouldn't eat it!