After her grandmother entrusted her with a significant responsibility, Yue Qingqing was somewhat perplexed.
She hadn’t expected that, after so many years, she would have the chance to return to modeling.
But since it was to support her aunt’s venture, Yue Qingqing naturally felt compelled to agree.
The day before the company’s ribbon-cutting ceremony, Yue Xiaofang didn’t go home but chose to sleep at the office.
She had too many tasks to handle.
Supervising the stage construction, discussing more comprehensive incentive policies and regulations, and checking the speech in advance.
After completing all these tasks, Yue Xiaofang felt utterly exhausted.
Suddenly, the phone in the office rang.
Yue Xiaofang pinched her nose bridge, trying to energize herself.
"Qingqing, you’re not asleep this late?"
"I was thinking about you," said Yue Qingqing, her voice warm. "Today’s essay topic was about the person I admire, and I wrote about you, Aunt."
A feeling akin to a cool spring flowed through Yue Xiaofang’s heart, calming the agitation of the past few days.
"Did I take the spot, and your dad isn’t angry, is he?"
Yue Xiaofang playfully teased Qingqing, who pondered for a moment.
"It’s fine, he’s not competitive enough, I’ll write about him next time."
Yue Xiaofang couldn’t help but laugh aloud, sounding much more cheerful.
The two chatted for a few more sentences, and Yue Xiaofang told Qingqing to go to bed early before hanging up.
After the call, Yue Xiaofang stretched lazily,
and thinking that she had become the person her niece admired, Yue Xiaofang felt a surge of energy and decided to check the inventory records in the warehouse before going to bed.
The security guard at the warehouse, groggy, was startled when he saw Yue Xiaofang.
"Ms. Yue, what brings you here?"
Yue Xiaofang frowned in dissatisfaction, "Uncle Lin, it’s work hours now."
The warehouse staff rotated shifts day and night. It was supposed to be the start of Uncle Lin’s shift, yet he was already slacking off.
Uncle Lin, embarrassed, could only lower his head and take the reprimand.
To make amends, he grabbed a flashlight and went on a patrol round.
Luckily, he actually stumbled upon something.
When he reached the back wall of the warehouse, the flashlight suddenly illuminated a spark.
"Who’s there? Didn’t you see the sign? No smoking near the warehouse!"
Uncle Lin shouted, startling the person hiding outside the fence, who then took off running.
Uncle Lin walked over and found a can of gasoline and a lighter on the ground, which scared him out of his wits.
He thought someone was just smoking, but it turned out to be an arson attempt.
If he hadn’t patrolled this area by chance, the warehouse might have been set on fire.
Then, not only the opening ceremony wouldn’t be feasible, but the company might also have suffered extensive losses.
Uncle Lin didn’t dare delay and quickly reported to Yue Xiaofang.
Yue Xiaofang immediately suspected it was a despicable tactic from competing companies, but she wasn’t sure which one.
And the perpetrator had already fled.
Although the items were left behind, if an incident hadn’t occurred, the police might not bother.
If they did catch someone, that person might simply claim they were passing by, wasting their effort and unable to punish the miscreant.
With a stern face, Yue Xiaofang made several phone calls to strengthen the security of the warehouse through the personnel department.
Uncle Lin was lucky not to lose his job and dared not slack off anymore, remaining on edge throughout the night.
As the owner of Jiamei Company, Jia Shaoyuan had been waiting for news from his subordinates.
When he finally picked up the phone, it was not good news.
"Boss, we can’t find an opening. The guys below are too scared to make a move for fear of getting themselves involved."
Jia Shaoyuan was furious, hardly sleeping all night, and continued to rage at the office the next day.
"Yue Xiaofang really is cunning like a turtle, shrinking her head at every attempt to strike! And her luck is unbelievably good!"
The secretary, looking at a table of smashed reports, softly consoled, "Even without this fire, Yue Xiaofang is having a tough day today. I heard hardly any journalists showed up."
Yue Xiaofang had always been somewhat of a loner in the industry. Because of her gender, others either avoided her or scorned her, and she had few friends to support her.
If journalists also didn’t show up today, it would really be quite lonely.
Imagining that scene, Jia Shaoyuan felt a bit better.
"Pah, I see no crowd at the event; she can’t pull off anything impressive."