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As spring turns to summer, the sunshine in Yuncheng grows ever brighter, and the air is filled with the fragrance of grass and flowers.

Shen Qingge stood in front of the "Shen Qingge Series" counter of Shen's Jewelry, carefully examining each piece on display.

Inside the glass display case, exquisite designs shimmered with a soft light, attracting young girls who occasionally uttered exclamations of admiration.

She gently stroked a silver bracelet, her latest "Starry Night Fairy Tale" series design. Its lines were simple yet lively, and its price was affordable yet its workmanship was excellent, making it the kind of bracelet that young girls love.

The shop assistant beside her smiled and whispered, "Sister Qingge, the 'Starry Night Fairy Tale' series is selling exceptionally well this month, especially this bracelet. Many young customers don't want to take it off once they try it on."

Shen Qingge nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips.

All the hard work these past few days has paid off. Every revision of the drawings, every late night until dawn, and every rigorous quality inspection at the factory have all been rewarded on the faces of these satisfied customers.

“Remember to compile the customer feedback and send it to me,” she whispered, “especially any suggestions on pricing and design; these are crucial for planning next season.”

After leaving the counter, Shen Qingge headed straight for the elevator, intending to go to her office to handle some documents.

In the elevator, her thoughts drifted involuntarily to the achievements of the past few months.

Since its launch, the "Shen Qingge series" has gained some fame.

Targeting young white-collar women, the designs are fashionable and innovative, and the prices are affordable, which fills a gap in the market perfectly—for young people who do not want to buy cheap jewelry but cannot afford luxury goods.

Every design reflects her dedication; from the initial concept to the final presentation, no step is taken lightly.

She personally oversees every step of the process, ensuring that the product meets her expectations from design to production and sales.

This down-to-earth, step-by-step feeling gave Shen Qingge an unprecedented sense of security and accomplishment.

In the office, Shen Qingge sat at her large desk, turned on her computer, and browsed the latest sales data.

The numbers on the screen were satisfactory; the curve rose steadily without significant fluctuations, like a calmly flowing stream, neither too fast nor too slow, yet always moving forward.

This is exactly what she wanted—steady, down-to-earth, without bubbles or false prosperity, everything built on solid products and services.

She put down the mouse, rubbed her slightly sore eyes, and got up to walk to the window.

Outside the window lies the bustling commercial district of Yuncheng. Under the sunlight, the skyscrapers gleam with a metallic sheen, and the streets are teeming with people and traffic, creating a vibrant scene.

In recent days, investors from all walks of life have been extending olive branches to each other.

They were very tempting, but Shen Qingge politely declined them all.

She knew that any rapid expansion could bring unpredictable risks, and she didn't want to gamble, didn't want her hard work to become a bargaining chip in a game of capital.

"Sister Qingge, the supplier list is ready." The assistant knocked on the door and handed her a document.

Shen Qingge took the document and thanked her softly.

This is detailed information about several potential suppliers she recently visited, each of which she personally inspected.

To ensure the cost-effectiveness of the products without compromising quality, she visited several suppliers around Yuncheng, personally inspecting the production conditions of each one.

Feel the quality of their materials firsthand, and even talk to the workers to learn about their working environment and treatment.

The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the office floor.

Shen Qingge brewed a cup of light tea and continued working. A design drawing, a supplier evaluation report, a sales strategy analysis... every document received her careful review and consideration.

The sky outside the window was dyed a brilliant orange-red by the sunset, and the distant high-rise buildings shimmered with golden light under the setting sun.

Shen Qingge had just left the office when she drove home.

As I neared home, a strange sense of unease suddenly washed over me.

This feeling often occurred during this period, like a thorn stuck in my heart, invisible on the surface, yet causing occasional, dull pain.

Shen Qingge frowned, trying to figure out the source of this unease.

But my thoughts were shrouded in a thin mist, blurry and unclear.

The car stopped in front of the villa. Shen Qingge took a deep breath, composed herself, and walked towards the door.

"Madam is back!" the butler greeted her.

"Where's Xixi?" Shen Qingge asked, her eyes searching for the little girl in the living room.

"Miss is playing in the garden, and Auntie is with her," the housekeeper said with a smile.

Shen Qingge nodded, changed into her slippers, and headed towards the back garden.

Hai Ruoxi, who is learning to walk, is on the lawn in the garden, holding onto a small chair with her little hands, and trying her best to take steps.

Upon seeing Shen Qingge, she immediately grinned, revealing a few newly erupted baby teeth, and stretched out her little hands to signal her mother to hug her.

That smile was pure and innocent, and her little face was filled with innocent joy, which made Shen Qingge feel a warm feeling flow through her whole body.

As night falls, the lights in the house come on one by one, warm and soft.

After having dinner with Hai Ruoxi, Shen Qingge took her to play with building blocks on the living room carpet for a while.

The little girl was having a great time; her face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

She built a simple tower of blocks with her small, tender hands, laughing happily every time she succeeded, and then eagerly tearing it down and starting over.

"Alright, Xixi, it's time for a bath and bed," Shen Qingge said softly, glancing at the time.

But the little girl didn't want to end the game. She frowned, pouted, and her eyes welled up with tears, as if she was about to cry.

Shen Qingge patiently coaxed, "Xixi, be good. You can play again tomorrow. Now, take a nice, fragrant bath, and then Mommy will tell you a story, okay?"

Hai Ruoxi seemed to understand the word "story," and the grievance on her little face eased a little, but she still shook her head unwillingly, her little hands tightly gripping the red building block.

"No, children need to go to bed on time to grow taller," Shen Qingge said gently but firmly, reaching out to pick her up.

Hai Ruoxi was completely displeased. Her little face scrunched up, and tears streamed down her face like broken beads, followed by a heart-wrenching cry.

Suddenly, a woman's face popped into Shen Qingge's mind. The day Xiaoxi got her vaccine, she cried her heart out, but that woman easily comforted her.

Thinking of that woman's face and expression, Shen Qingge felt a strange sensation.

Shen Qingge was momentarily stunned.

The aunt rushed over upon hearing the commotion, wanting to help, but Shen Qingge shook her head, indicating that she could handle it herself.

Hai Ruoxi cried for a while, then her voice gradually subsided.

Shen Qingge pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her back until she finally calmed down.

The aunt carried Hai Ruoxi to the bathroom, gently bathed her, changed her into pajamas, and then carried her to her crib.

Shen Qingge sat on the edge of the bed, softly telling a bedtime story. It was a simple and heartwarming fairy tale about a little rabbit and stars.

Hai Ruoxi's eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they finally closed completely.

Her breathing became deep and rhythmic, her small mouth was slightly open, and her expression in her sleep was peaceful and sweet.

Gently kissing her daughter's forehead, Shen Qingge tiptoed out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.