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Chapter 6: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (6)

Inside the president’s office of the Zhao Group.

With a workload far lighter than her days as an Underworld civil servant, Zhao Xingyue brewed a cup of coffee to stay alert after arriving at work. Before the coffee was even finished, she had nearly completed the day’s tasks.

While handling work, she drew on her future knowledge to streamline the Zhao Group’s management, making operations more efficient.

After all, while the Underworld had extended her life, this life was her own.

Even with the original owner’s identity giving her a high starting point, how she lived this life and what it would become was entirely up to her.

Finished with work, Zhao Xingyue propped her chin, bored, and enlarged the real-time feed monitoring Shen Qingwei.

“…President Zhou, you don’t need to threaten me with my job.”

“President Zhao has already invited me to join her company. I came here today not to work but to resign.”

“Let me be honest with you. I recorded everything you said when you tried to coerce me and gave it to President Zhao. She assured me that if I’m willing to testify in court, she’s ready to hire the best lawyers to fight this workplace harassment case for me.”

Shen Qingwei’s righteous words made Zhao Xingyue chuckle.

This little white flower wasn’t so foolish after all—she knew how to use Zhao Xingyue’s name to bluff.

Zhou Yongjia’s most hated person right now was Zhao Xingyue, without question.

Hearing her name was like having his tail stepped on, yet he was powerless to do anything.

His teeth ground audibly, and his fists clenched involuntarily on the desk.

“Get out. Get as far away as you can. Don’t let me see you at Zhou’s again.”

Was that agreement to her resignation?

Zhao Xingyue’s eyes lit up as Shen Qingwei gave a crisp bow. “Thank you, President Zhou.”

That “thank you” made Zhou Yongjia choke, nearly spitting bl00d.

Closing the president’s office door, Shen Qingwei let out a long breath she’d been holding.

The next second, her legs felt so weak she could barely stand. Leaning against the door for a while, she finally found the strength to move.

Her foolish brain had no habit of recording calls. Eight out of ten things she’d said to Zhou Yongjia were made up on the spot, relying entirely on invoking Zhao Xingyue’s name to keep talking under his furious glare.

Bang—

The president’s office door shook as something was thrown against it. Hearing the crashing sounds inside, Shen Qingwei’s mood lifted again. The thought of leaving Zhou’s soon brought a relieved smile to her face.

When she was happy, her steps felt light.

Passing by HR, Shen Qingwei asked a colleague for a box, returned to her desk, and skipped writing the resignation letter. She tossed her personal items into the box.

She hadn’t been at the job long, so there weren’t many personal items—just a water cup, a few pens, and a small cactus.

“Qingwei, got a promotion?” a familiar colleague asked, coming over.

A female colleague behind Shen Qingwei turned around, teasing, “Definitely! Qingwei, don’t forget us comrades who shared the tough times when you’re rich and successful. Tell us, when are you treating us to dinner?”

“Here, take this.” Shen Qingwei thought for a moment and gave some small, replaceable items to colleagues she was closer with. “Stop teasing me. No promotion—I just went to President Zhou’s office to resign.”

“Resign?” Several colleagues exchanged quick glances, clearly skeptical.

“You were doing fine. Why suddenly quit? If you leave now, finance might not even pay you this month’s salary.”

“Let them keep it,” Shen Qingwei said, unconcerned. She was ready to laugh out loud at the thought of leaving this place—why care about a few days’ pay? “I figured it out yesterday. Zhou’s work environment isn’t right for me. Staying would do more harm than good. Thanks for all your support during this time. I’m sad we won’t be colleagues anymore, but we can still stay in touch privately. Not being at the same company won’t affect our friendship, right?”

“True, true,” her colleagues said with awkward smiles.

HR must have been notified by Zhou Yongjia, as her resignation process was unusually swift and smooth. Before noon, Shen Qingwei was already carrying her belongings out of Zhou’s doors.

She looked back at the revolving doors of Zhou’s Tower, gleaming in the sunlight. Once, she had been proud to walk through them, filled with honor. Now, she felt light for escaping them.

What happened last night was like a nightmare, one that could have dragged her into an abyss. Thankfully, someone grabbed her hand and pulled her back from the cliff’s edge.

She silently thanked Zhao Xingyue from the bottom of her heart again.

When Shen Qingwei got home, her mother was cooking. The old exhaust fan hummed loudly, masking the sound of her opening the door.

She walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist. “Mom, I’m back.”

Shen’s mother jumped, nearly dropping the spatula into the pan. Recovering, she playfully swatted Shen Qingwei’s hand. “You’re back, so what’s with scaring me?”

Shen Qingwei nuzzled her mother’s back affectionately.

Sensing something was off, Shen’s mother asked, “Why are you back at noon? Didn’t you say the company’s too far to come home for lunch? Can you make it back for the afternoon? Oh, wait, the rice is done. Let me finish this dish and heat up last night’s stir-fried pork. You can pack it in a lunchbox to eat at the company.”

“Mom, Mom—”

Shen Qingwei called out twice, interrupting her mother.

“What’s wrong?” Shen’s mother asked.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I quit my job.”

Shen’s mother set down the spatula and wiped her hands on her apron. “What did you say? Quit… quit your job? You were doing fine—why suddenly quit?”

Shen Qingwei said, “It’s not sudden. I’ve already quit and brought my files home.”

“What happened? Did someone bully you at work? Tell Mom, I’ll sort it out for you!”

“No, no, nobody bullied me.” Shen Qingwei didn’t want to tell her mother about the coercion. It was over, and mentioning it would only burden her mother, who already felt guilty about her illness, believing she was holding Shen Qingwei back. If Shen Qingwei hadn’t begged her, she would have stopped treatment and waited for death at home.

She sighed and hugged her mother. “I just felt tired. Zhou’s was exhausting, and I didn’t want to keep going…”

As a mother, she could see her daughter’s heart, but since Shen Qingwei didn’t want to talk, she didn’t press. She hugged her back, patting her gently. “It’s okay. If you’re tired, come home. Mom will take care of you.”

“Mom will take care of you.”

Those three simple words melted Shen Qingwei’s heart.

Her eyes reddened, but she forced a laugh. “Mom, what are you thinking? I quit because I’ve already found another job. You don’t need to take care of me—I told you I’d take care of you. It’s just that for the next couple of months, we might have to eat less meat. Internship salaries aren’t high.”

Shen’s mother wiped her tears, saying “good” three times.

“Less meat, then less meat. We’ll treat it like a mother-daughter diet.”

Nothing touches the heart more than human warmth.

Zhao Xingyue watched their interaction, forgetting her own meal until her secretary knocked, reminding her that she, a mortal now, needed food to survive.

She said to the secretary, “By the way, in a couple of days, someone named Shen Qingwei might come for an interview. Let her skip the internship period.”

“Which department should she be assigned to?”

Zhao Xingyue replied, “Let HR decide. Place her where she fits best.”

“Got it, President Zhao.”

After lunch, Shen Qingwei rummaged through her things to find her diploma. After retrieving it from a locked drawer in the wardrobe, she opened her computer and browsed the Zhao Group’s website for job postings.

Though she’d spoken confidently to her mother, Shen Qingwei was somewhat uncertain.

Zhao Xingyue had said Zhao’s doors were open to her, but what if it was just casual headhunting talk? What if Zhao’s wasn’t hiring? She couldn’t exactly work there as a cleaner or tea server.

Luckily, the website showed that the Zhao Group was currently recruiting for several positions, accepting resumes at any time.

Spending the afternoon carefully refining her resume, Shen Qingwei finally hit the send button on her email.

Now, it was a matter of waiting.

She clasped her hands, silently praying for success.

Shen’s mother, cleaning outside, called through the door, “Xiaowei, what’s the company you found?”

Shen Qingwei shouted back, “Mom, you know Zhao’s International Mall in the city center?”

“You’re working there?” Shen’s mother sounded worried. “As a salesperson? Isn’t that too hard?”

“No, I’m working at Zhao’s company, not as a salesperson. It’s an office job, like at Zhou’s.” Shen Qingwei laughed, explaining, “I was personally invited by Zhao’s president to work there. How could I sell things at the mall? That’s beneath me, right?”

“Personally invited by the president?” Shen’s mother’s idea of a president came from TV dramas, where they were the most powerful people in a company. That such a person would personally invite her daughter filled her with both joy and doubt. “Don’t brag. Who is Zhao’s president to personally invite you?”

After doubting, worry crept in. “A president personally inviting you—do they have bad intentions? Xiaowei, don’t take the wrong path. We may be poor, but we have our pride.”

“Mom, what are you saying!”

Shen’s mother defended herself, “I’m not wrong.” As a mother, she saw her daughter as perfect, especially since Shen Qingwei was truly beautiful. She’d always worried about her being taken advantage of. Hearing a powerful person was showing her favor, she couldn’t help but overthink.

Shen Qingwei, exasperated, grabbed her phone and went to her mother, showing her a photo of Zhao Xingyue she’d found. “This is the Zhao president who invited me yesterday.”

The photo was a promotional shot Zhao Xingyue took for a magazine.

In a professional suit and twelve-centimeter heels, hands in pockets, gazing forward, her expression was cold and distant.

Shen’s mother gasped, “Wow, this girl is really pretty.”