Qin Ming went out on business, and Tong Xiaohuai rewrote a detailed list of audit matters based on Yan Bo's instructions and the points she originally thought were important.

That evening, she took out the detailed list and carefully examined the accounts of the various money shops for the year in her study at home.

Because she said she wanted to check the accounts, Qin Ming had already sent over all the account books of the various banks for this year by evening.

Tong Xiaohuai had dinner with his parents and then buried himself in a pile of accounts.

Midway through, Tong's mother brought her fruit and tea, and when she saw the huge pile of account books on the desk, she felt very distressed.

"Xiao Huai, is it because of what your dad said the other day that you suddenly said you wanted to check the accounts?"

Over the years, Tong's mother has seemingly never interfered in the Tong family's affairs, but she is actually quite aware of many things.

"Mom, that's not true. For someone in charge of the household, isn't it perfectly normal to check the accounts regularly?"

Tong Xiaohuai had witnessed how Yan Bo, Di Xu, and their other subordinates interacted, and he was quite envious. At the same time, he began to reflect on the management team under his command.

For the time being, none of myself or any of the supervisors can match the level of understanding and cooperation that Yanbo and Dixu have.

Therefore, the accounts are only a small part of the problem. Her key task now is to cultivate a group of managers who are loyal to her.

Of course, she couldn't have personally trained all of these managers. They were all capable people when her father was in charge, and they had been with her for almost half a year now. She already had a general idea in her mind about who could continue to be promoted and who should be removed from the center of power.

Checking the accounts is one of the most direct ways to confirm her inner thoughts.

However, the Tong family owns many businesses, and if she were to investigate on her own, how long would it take?

After looking at the accounts for two or three hours, Tong Xiaohuai finally realized this fact.

Pinching her slightly swollen brow, Tong Xiaohuai decided to call for reinforcements.

And her savior was naturally Yan Bo.

The phone rang for a while before being answered. "Hello, Xiao Huai?"

The voice coming from the other end of the phone was hoarse and didn't quite sound like Yan Bo.

Tong Xiaohuai paused for a moment, held the phone up to her eyes, checked the name on it, and only after confirming it was correct did she put the phone back to her ear. "Yan Bo? Why does your voice sound so hoarse? Did you catch a cold?"

"No, I drank a bit too much at the business dinner just now..."

Tong Xiaohuai's heart jumped. "Are you drunk? Have you taken any hangover medicine?"

"I'm not drunk. I took some hangover medicine beforehand, so you don't need to worry. Aunt Xin also made some soup in advance. I'll drink some soup when I get back and I'll be fine."

Although Yanbo's voice was hoarse, he spoke coherently and clearly, so he didn't seem to be drunk.

Although Tong Xiaohuai was still very worried, she couldn't fly over immediately. Besides, even if she did fly over, she wouldn't be able to help him much.

"Then go back, take a shower, and go to bed early. You don't need to call me; just send me a message saying you're safe."

Tong Xiaohuai swallowed back what she was about to say.

But Yanbo knew her well. "Why are you calling me at this time? Is there something you need?"

Tong Xiaohuai thought for a moment, then decided to speak frankly.

"I plan to audit all of the Tong family's accounts. Do you have any reliable accounting firms you can recommend?"

Because some of the Tong family's businesses are specialized, Tong Xiaohuai doesn't really trust ordinary accounting firms.

Yan Bo seemed to understand immediately what she meant by "reliable," and after a long pause, he replied to her.

"I'll get in touch with them for you tomorrow. You're not in a rush, are you?"

Clearly, he already had a suitable option in mind.

"No rush, a few days later is fine. You should finish your own business first."

Whether Yanbo forgot about it, couldn't contact the company he mentioned, or was simply too busy to deal with other matters, it wasn't until the two met for dinner on Wednesday that Yanbo brought up the company.

"Xiao Huai, I've contacted an overseas accounting firm for you, is that alright?"

Tong Xiaohuai originally thought that he would at most look for an accounting firm in Beijing, but he did not expect that he would go directly overseas.

"No problem, as long as you think it's OK."

Tong Xiaohuai brought over a thermos of stewed soup today because Yan Bo told her that he had been out socializing these past two days.

As they spoke, a bowl of soup was ladled out and handed to Yan Bo.

Yanbo took the soup, but instead of drinking it, he explained it to her.

"This accounting firm is owned by a good friend of mine. She is very familiar with the domestic system, and most importantly, she is very reliable!"

Tong Xiaohuai sat down and looked at him intently and seriously.

He seemed a little melancholy after not seeing him for a few days.

A vague worry began to creep into her heart; at this moment, the matters concerning the accounts seemed insignificant.

"Yeah, as long as you think it's reliable." She reached out and touched Yan Bo's face. "You seem to have lost weight? Have you been drinking too much these past few days, or staying up late?"

Yan Bo touched the back of her hand, tapped it with his fingertips, and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I didn't drink too much, and I didn't stay up late."

In fact, the two bank officials I met with these past two days were both extremely difficult to deal with.

For some reason, even though Yan Bo had prepared sufficient materials, the two high-ranking officials rejected Yanhuang Company's loan application outright.

Yanbo suspected that this might be the beginning of his father's high-pressure tactics against him.

These are just his guesses for now, so he doesn't plan to mention them to Tong Xiaohuai.

Tong Xiaohuai looked at him with some doubt, but in the end, she couldn't bear to ask any further questions.

"Let's have some soup to tide us over first, the main dishes won't be served for a while."

Because they were both busy, they arranged to have dinner at eight o'clock.

Yan Bo hummed in agreement and then drank half a bowl in one gulp.

Then, something occurred to him, "Did Uncle Guan make this soup?"

Tong Xiaohuai blushed, "No..."

Yan Bo raised an eyebrow, smiling as he stared at her. "You made this?"

Tong Xiaohuai coughed twice before stammering, "Yes..." She touched the tip of her nose and asked, quite embarrassed, "Is it hard to drink?"

Yan Bo stared at her without saying a word, his eyes fixed on her, a shimmering light seemingly dancing in his deep gaze.

Yan Bo stared at her for a while, then silently finished the rest of the soup in his bowl in one gulp.

Before Tong Xiaohuai could ask how it tasted, he leaned in and pressed his lips, still glistening with a few drops of oil, against Tong Xiaohuai's lips.

Soon, Tong Xiaohuai tasted the soup he had made himself.

When the warm liquid was transferred from Yan Bo's mouth to Tong Xiaohuai's mouth, Tong Xiaohuai felt as if she had been scalded by boiling oil, and her whole body trembled.

Yan Bo smiled as he silenced her with a kiss, his tongue gently teasing her mouth, as if reminding her to drink the soup quickly.