Chapter 88 Your Boyfriend Is Unreliable

The next morning, Fan Shengmei's desk was covered with the materials she had sorted out last night. The computer screen was still on the patent analysis page of CRISPR-Cas9 technology, and the coffee cup next to her was empty.

She stayed up all night at the company.

At exactly nine o'clock, the conference room of Investment Department 2 was silent.

Fan Shengmei inserted the USB drive into the computer. The moment the projector lit up, she saw the sneer on Li Ming's lips that he didn't have time to hide.

She calmly clicked the play button, and a set of precise CRISPR-Cas9 patent analysis charts appeared on the screen.

"Based on the data collected yesterday at the Ecological Park, combined with the clinical translation model provided by Professor Zhao's team..."

Her fingertips glided smoothly across the touchpad, demonstrating a complete investment risk assessment system. "I believe the true value of this project lies not in the technology itself, but in its unique design that adapts to my country's gene editing regulatory framework."

The conference room was silent.

No one expected that in just one day, the new director seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians and become a different person. He could speak professional knowledge fluently and even made a preliminary recruitment plan.

"Of course, this is just a preliminary plan."

Fan Shengmei closed her notebook and glanced at everyone present. "If you have more professional insights..."

She paused deliberately and looked at Li Ming. "You are welcome to come to my office to discuss this anytime. Finally, let me say something off topic——"

She looked around at everyone, her voice suddenly cold. "I hope that future technical discussions can take place before meetings, rather than suddenly launching into a confrontation during a general meeting. As a team, we should complement each other, not undermine each other."

She paused, her tone returning to normal.

"The meeting is adjourned."

As soon as I got back to the office, my phone vibrated.

Aunt Fu's message was concise and clear:

【I'm downstairs from your company. 】

Fan Shengmei checked the time and replied quickly,

[The timing is perfect. I'll be down right away. Let's have lunch together.]

Fan Shengmei walked quickly into the restaurant and immediately saw Fu Wenying sitting by the window.

She was wearing a dark green cheongsam today, with her hair neatly tied up behind her head, and was looking through the menu elegantly.

“Aunt Fu!”

Fan Shengmei trotted over and sat down opposite her.

Fu Wenying looked up, took out a document from her handbag and pushed it in front of her.

"My friend's company, let's talk about it sometime."

Fan Shengmei opened the file and her eyes lit up instantly.

"Ms. Fu, are you... introducing business to me?"

Fu Wenying took a sip from the water cup, her expression calm.

"Just by the way."

"How can you be so nice!"

Fan Shengmei excitedly stood up, walked around the table and hugged her, "You are truly the most beautiful, kindest, and most elegant goddess I have ever met!"

"In public,"

Fu Wenying gently pushed her away, but the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"You don't look like a lady at all."

Fan Shengmei sat back in her seat obediently and diligently served Fu Wenying a bowl of soup.

As the two of them ate quietly, Fu Wenying observed calmly.

The girl drank her soup slowly, one spoonful at a time, and the spoon never made any noise when it hit the bowl.

This reminded her of the scene when she taught Xu Qin table manners many years ago.

[Qinqin, there are many rules for eating. First, you must sit upright, hold the bowl when eating, and eat slowly, spoonful by spoonful. The same goes for soup, spoonful by spoonful, without making any noise.

Also, don't pick up the same dish three times in a row with your chopsticks extended. When picking up food, pick up the food next to you. Don't flip the food around, as this is very impolite. Remember that?

"Auntie Fu?" Fan Shengmei's voice brought her back to reality.

"Your table manners are good." Fu Wenying praised casually.

Fan Shengmei looked around playfully and lowered her voice.

“You have to spend money to learn this.”

Fu Wenying frowned, "Isn't this basic etiquette taught by our parents?"

Fan Shengmei's chopsticks paused in mid-air, her eyes dimming.

Fu Wenying quickly changed the subject, "By the way, have you dealt with the problems in your company? Are the people below listening?"

Mentioning this, Fan Shengmei immediately became energetic and described in vivid detail how she was embarrassed on the first day and turned the situation around this morning to dominate the crowd.

Of course, the parts about the Jiang family and Meng Yanchen were cleverly omitted, and only their own preparations and counterattacks were emphasized.

After listening to this, Fu Wenying nodded lightly.

"Well done. But one thing—"

She put down her chopsticks and said, "Remember this from now on: even if you are in a weak position, don't apologize easily."

"Why?"

"Did you earn respect for your apology yesterday?"

Fu Wenying asked back, "In yesterday's situation, regardless of the occasion or position, you were in the absolute superior position, but your emotions and situation were controlled by the other party. The other party clearly came with malicious intent. As a superior, you should have displayed strength and majesty, not humility."

After a pause, she added, "Apologies from those in higher positions are very expensive. On what basis do they get them?"

Fan Shengmei suddenly realized, "Ms. Fu, you are truly amazing! I will worship you as my eternal god!"

Fu Wenying was amused and asked softly,

"You stayed up all night last night. What are your plans for the afternoon?"

"I took half a day off and went back to Ode to Joy to catch up on some sleep."

Fu Wenying's chopsticks stopped in mid-air. "Don't you have a house provided by the company? Why are you returning to Ode to Joy?"

Fan Shengmei answered casually, "I've been sharing a house there with my friends for several years, and I'm not used to moving all of a sudden... and..."

"Share a house?!"

Fu Wenying's face suddenly changed. "Your boyfriend lets you live in a shared apartment? If he can't afford one, he should at least rent you a separate apartment nearby. He doesn't even consider you. Auntie, tell you, your boyfriend is unreliable."

"No, Auntie, it's not his problem. He gave me..."

"Okay, I'm still speaking for him. We've been living in this shared apartment for several years."

Fu Wen became more and more angry as he listened, as if he saw Xu Qin making excuses for Song Yan. He put down the tableware and

"What's wrong with girls nowadays? They are princesses spoiled and loved by their parents at home, but why do they always run into such unlucky people..."

Seeing that she was really angry, Fan Shengmei quickly used the serving chopsticks to pick up a chicken drumstick and put it in her bowl.

"Okay, okay, I won't say any more. Let's eat a chicken drumstick. You're not pretty when you're angry."

"No more."

Fu Wenying pushed the bowl away and said, "I'm so angry with you."

When Meng Yanchen opened the door, only a warm yellow floor lamp was on in the living room.

Fu Wenying was sitting on the sofa, looking at a stack of photos of men, each with detailed personal information marked on the back.

"Mom, are you looking for a blind date for Qinqin again?"

He took off his suit jacket and hung it on the coat rack.

Fu Wenying didn't even raise her head, and lightly turned the page with her fingers.

"No, I prepared it for Xiaomei to see."

Meng Yanchen's steps suddenly stopped, he turned around slowly, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Mom, I have a boyfriend."

"Don't mention her boyfriend,"

Fu Wenying said slowly, "It's not reliable at all. After so many years, she is still squeezed into that shabby house with others."

"This is a private matter between two people."

Meng Yanchen's voice dropped. "Isn't it inappropriate for you to interfere like this?"

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Meng Huaijin walked down while tying the belt of his nightgown.

"What are you two talking about so late at night?"

Meng Yanchen's face darkened. "My mother insisted on introducing me to a boyfriend, even though I already have one."

"Who is it? Qinqin?"

Meng Huaijin sat down on the sofa and asked, "Didn't you meet the old Gu family's son yesterday?"

Fu Wenying completely ignored the gloomy expression of her son behind her and patted the seat beside her.

"Old Meng, come and take a look, what do you think of these?"

Meng Yanchen hurriedly grabbed his father's arm and said, "Dad, she has a boyfriend. It's really inappropriate for us to interfere like this."

Meng Huaijin looked at his wife, then at his son, and spoke carefully.

"Wen Ying, it's really not good to get too close to an outsider. Let young people handle their own affairs..."

"Didn't Qinqin insist on this at first? What about now?"

Fu Wenying suddenly interrupted him, her voice cold.

The veins on Meng Yanchen's forehead twitched slightly, "This is different. You haven't even met her boyfriend..."

"No need to see you,"

Fu Wenying slammed the photo onto the coffee table and said, "I'm not satisfied with her living in a shared apartment."

Meng Huaijin looked at his wife's resolute expression, and then glanced at his son's gloomy face, and sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay, mom is right, listen to mom."

Meng Yanchen was so angry that he turned around and walked upstairs, "You only know how to listen to your wife!"

Fu Wenying was confused. "What's wrong with this child? Qinqin's rebellious period is over, so it's his turn now?"

Meng Yanchen immediately took out his cell phone and sent a message to Fan Shengmei.

【Why don’t you just move? 】

Then I added another one,

How about we take a look at the houses in Ode to Joy tomorrow and buy another one?

He stared at the screen for a long time, but there was no reply.

Throwing the phone onto the bed...