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

A stack of documents was brought over, and Zhu Tingyue stayed in one place all afternoon, finally understanding the problems with the project.

Zheng was right; there were many reasons. Planning played a part, but the biggest reason was indeed the cash flow.

Just thinking about the strings of numbers in the finance department gave Zhu Tingyue a headache, but fortunately she still managed to discover a clue.

The initial funding for the project was sufficient, but halfway through construction, the funding chain suddenly broke down. The construction company couldn't get paid and refused to start work. Other parties followed suit, and the entire project was delayed.

So, where did the money go? That's another question. Zhu Tingyue felt that professional matters should be handled by professionals, and as someone who spends money like water, she really couldn't keep track of expenses.

Who to contact? That's another question.

So annoying!

Zhu Tingyue wanted to give up again.

Is it really worth it to fight for a pride?

It's worth it! She's not just fighting for herself, but also for Shen Yanqiu! If she gave up halfway, what would be the point of all her hard work?

Keep going!

After encouraging herself, Zhu Tingyue finished reading all the project department's materials in one go. She looked up at the window and saw that it was already dark!

Oh no! That wicked capitalist, is she going to have to work overtime?

No, absolutely not! This is my bottom line. I will never work overtime!

She closed the file, packed her things, and left, never staying a second longer after get off work.

When I went out, the office door across the street was closed and it was pitch black. Shen Yingchu had already left!

Ugh! He left without even telling me? Leaving me to work overtime alone? How awful!

Zhu Tingyue stepped on the gas and returned to the Shen family home. The Shen family mother and son were about to have dinner, but Shen Yingchu was not there.

"What about others?"

He probably felt too happy seeing himself working overtime and went out for drinks, right?

She didn't even call him "Dad." Shen Yanzhen was taken aback for a moment before realizing who she was asking about. He replied unsurprisedly, "Dad is out today to discuss a business deal."

Zhu Tingyue breathed a sigh of relief. Socializing? It was still overtime work. She felt much more at ease.

Wait, Shen Yanzhen doesn't seem to be working overtime much lately. Is he not busy anymore?

"Aren't you working overtime?"

Shen Yanzhen looked at her with a puzzled expression, not quite understanding her.

"Do I need to work overtime?"

"All right!"

Zhu Tingyue wasn't his boss, so she didn't know if he needed to work overtime. She wished she could be his boss and make him work overtime every day.

With this regret in mind, Zhu Tingyue began her dinner.

I had a very filling lunch at the company cafeteria, but after an afternoon of exertion, I was already hungry.

She remained silent from the moment she sat down, focusing intently on the food in front of her, a stark contrast to her usual behavior of putting down her chopsticks after only a few bites.

Shen Yanzhen and his wife were both surprised to see her; she hadn't eaten all day and looked very hungry.

Noticing their gazes, Zhu Tingyue slowed down, a blush creeping onto her face. She was truly starving today; she wasn't usually like this.

Madam Shen smiled. This "Shen Yanqiu" looked much better than before, much better than when she was being unreasonable and irrational.

Shen Yanzhen unconsciously moved the dishes that she couldn't reach in front of her, encouraging her with his eyes: Eat up, eat more!

Zhu Tingyue felt that their attitude towards her was like that of a pig about to be slaughtered, constantly feeding her until she was big, fat, and strong, and then killing her with a single knife at the end of the year.

Thinking of this, she lost her appetite. She hesitated, put down her chopsticks, glanced at the food one last time, and finally got up. She had to be a little more aware of potential problems.

Before she had gone far, Shen Yanzhen and his wife heard a burp, followed by a figure rushing upstairs as if fleeing.

The two people downstairs exchanged a smile and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

How embarrassing! So embarrassing! Zhu Tingyue ran upstairs, lay on the bed, and refused to get up.

She covered her face and sighed. How could she burp? How could she burp? It's not like she hadn't eaten in eight hundred years! How could she do something so embarrassing?

Shen Yanzhen must be laughing at himself!

It's all Shen Yingchu's fault! He insisted on making me work and work overtime; it's all his fault!

After a while, there was no more noise downstairs. Zhu Tingyue checked the time and realized it was already past nine o'clock. She should wash up and go to bed; she had to go to work tomorrow!

That wicked Shen Yingchu, the capitalist, why does she have to work?

Zhu Tingyue fell asleep full of resentment.

Filled with resentment towards Shen Yingchu, Zhu Tingyue began her second day of work.

He promptly summoned the finance department to reconcile accounts, and without considering whether he had the right to fire employees, he directly issued a notice to Wang Shuo: Pack your bags and get out!

Oh, spit out the company's finances from your pocket before you get out.

Wang Shuo couldn't believe that "he," an illegitimate child with no real status, would actually dare to expel him, so he took the notice and went to find Shen Yingchu.

Shen Yingchu was processing documents, and Assistant Yang was reporting to her. When she saw him come in, she just glanced at him and continued, leaving him standing there.

Perhaps because there was an unusually heavy workload today, Assistant Yang talked for more than half an hour straight. Wang Shuo's legs were trembling from standing, and he cautiously glanced at President Shen, who still had that calm and composed look.

Finally, Assistant Yang finished speaking. Wang Shuo stepped forward, wanting to tell her about being fired by Shen Yanqiu's illegitimate son, but Shen Yingchu started assigning work again, so he had no choice but to silently step back and continue waiting.

The two talked and answered questions for more than an hour. Wang Shuo was sweating, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it, letting the sweat drip down.

The two finally finished. Assistant Yang gave him a deep look and left.

Shen Yingchu was still dealing with work, acting as if he couldn't see him at all.

After hesitating for a few moments, Wang Shuo stepped forward and cautiously called out, "President Shen?"

Shen Yingchu finally looked up at him, her eyes full of doubt: "Is there something you need?"

Wang Shuo wiped the sweat from his brow and carefully chose his words: "I've found the reason for the project's delay, but Shen Yanqiu..."

Shen Yingchu lowered her head, listening to him deliberately shift the blame onto his son. She felt contempt in her heart, but her face remained expressionless.

"Huh? What happened to him?"

"Well, I can't really say. They're just young people, and it's inevitable that they'll act impulsively."

He downplayed the issue; everyone here is shrewd, so there's no need to spell things out.

"Okay, I see."

Shen Yingchu closed the file, stared at Wang Shuo for a few moments, and then said nothing more.

Wang Shuo couldn't figure out what he meant, and since he couldn't just stand there blankly, he had no choice but to leave.

Passing by Zhu Tingyue's office, I saw that the person who was so arrogant yesterday was actually looking at the documents seriously today?

I've finally seen how powerful I am! What do you mean by "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger"? Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't fall down easily when it's dead!

Shen Yingchu arrived at Zhu Tingyue's office. She already knew that "he" had spent the afternoon reading documents yesterday. While she was surprised by "him", Shen Yingchu was also prepared to face "his" anger.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, Shen Yingchu still had some understanding of "his" temperament. If she wanted "him" to do something, she would have to pay a price.

And now, the consequences have arrived.