When Meng Sheng woke up, the room was still dark and he couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

She opened her eyes, her pupils filled with astonishment, and lines of clear tears flowed down the corners of her eyes and wet the pillow. In her chest, it seemed that the despair and pain brought from the dream still lingered.

The pressure made her breathing rapid and her heart ached.

Today's dream was very long, so long that she seemed to have experienced all the processes in the dream.

Bright?

There is a lone moon in the bright sky.

This is her daughter with Shang Boyu.

It turns out that I had a dream in which I held a little girl in a white dress, who was only two or three years old, and sat there all night long. This was the reason why she committed suicide by jumping into the lake holding the urn.

How sad.

How ridiculous.

It turned out that in the previous life, I was harmed so badly by Yu Qionghua and Shang Boyu, mother and son.

In the end, she had nothing.

But the hemp rope only breaks at the thin part.

The little girl named Jiaojiao was still clearly imprinted in her mind.

That little face was fair and round, and you could tell at a glance that it was well-raised. It looked about 60% like her, except for its eyes, which looked very much like Shang Boyu.

But unlike the gentleness and affection in Shang Boyu's eyes, the little girl's eyes were full of intelligence, and there was a hint of arrogance and self-confidence that came from her family background.

For a long time, these scenes in her dream could not be completely dispelled from her dream.

Instead, it becomes clearer and clearer.

Her entire chest was filled with grief, anger, and pain. She didn't know how long it took before she felt her body had regained some strength.

After calming herself down, she propped herself up with her arms and sat up, trying her best to pull herself out of the dream. She reached for her phone and checked the time.

It's already eleven o'clock.

She slept for a long time.

She opened WeChat first and saw that apart from a few messages from Qiao Na, there was no message from the hospital, which meant that Meng Chengli was fine last night.

She also breathed a sigh of relief, felt at ease, lifted the quilt and went to wash up.

She did make up for the sleep she had gotten, but she didn't know if it was because she slept too long or if the dream had drained a lot of her mental energy, which gave her a migraine.

She hadn't been home for more than ten days, there was nothing in the refrigerator, and she didn't want to make things difficult for herself, so she simply ordered takeout.

Then he replied to Joanna's message and went to the study to do some work on his laptop.

She ordered food from a nearby Chinese restaurant, and the food arrived in about forty minutes.

She didn't have a very good appetite, and the lunch box was not big. Based on her usual appetite, it was not enough.

But she left one-third of the food and forced herself to eat a few more bites. Then she put down her chopsticks and started to clean up. Then, seeing that it was still early, she went back to the study to continue her work.

I didn't allow myself to think about breaking up with Pei Sui at all.

At around 1:30, she changed her clothes. She had cried so hard yesterday that her eyes were swollen.

She could only cover it up with makeup.

When she passed by the azaleas on the low platform in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Pei Sui's face appeared in her mind again. She pursed her lips and went over to water them.

Then he picked up his bag again and walked to the door, only to find a white suitcase at the door.

The airport stickers are still there.

She was stunned.

Pei Sui has been here.

The throbbing and throbbing pain that she had deliberately ignored since she woke up reappeared when she knew Pei Sui had come but did not ring the doorbell to call her.

She suddenly remembered that every time she woke up, she would see Pei Sui in the kitchen, on the sofa, or beside her.

From now on, she has to get used to being alone again.

She licked her dry lips, and just as her thoughts were about to wander, the phone in her bag suddenly dinged.

Outside this quiet corridor, it is particularly clear and audible.

She was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously reached for her phone in her bag and opened the text message.

[At 4 o'clock this afternoon, when Fan Ru, a member of the second group of the Research and Planning Department, was selling the museum's closing ceremony plan to other art museums and journalists, she was discovered by the second group leader Song Xuewen and was publicly insulted.

Fan Ru suffers from mild to moderate depression. She could suffer a mental breakdown and run to the rooftop to commit suicide, causing a huge public outcry and affecting the museum's closing ceremony on the 2nd. This must be avoided immediately.

Meng Sheng was stunned.

There are only three days left until the closing ceremony. If the plan is leaked at this time, the impact will be big, but also not small.

But compared to the suicide incident, it is a bit not so impressive.

Public opinion on suicide can be polarized. If someone else promotes provocative marketing, the matter will definitely not be small.

When the reporters and media who came to attend the closing ceremony that day were interviewing, there was absolutely no way they would miss this extremely controversial and eye-catching question.

Once it reaches this point, it becomes difficult to control it.

Especially when it comes to matters concerning human lives, clarification depends on whether netizens buy it or not.

Therefore, this matter must be curbed in a timely manner today.

The total number of staff members in the museum is less than 100, and all of them have been in the job for at least two years. After she took over the museum, she also conducted a recruitment exercise.

She was quite familiar with all the staff in the museum and could match their names to theirs, even the five cleaners.

Fan Ru...

She didn't have a deep impression of the name, but after a little thought, she could associate it with her face.

Fan Ru is slightly plump and has a relatively introverted and quiet personality. She has always had the image of a good person. Because she doesn't like to stand out, she hasn't had any outstanding achievements in her work in recent years, but she is very careful and serious in her work.

She also has beautiful and elegant handwriting.

This is all the one-sided impression Meng Sheng has of her so far.

So, why would such a person suddenly sell the plan?

Is it reasonable?

It’s not that Meng Sheng has to think about conspiracy theories, but if she doesn’t consider all aspects of this matter, once the situation escalates and breaks out, both she and the art museum will be in a passive position.

Mild to moderate depression...

She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, exited the text message page, and directly called Qiao Na.

Asked, "Has the list of students going to Qingheng Academy of Fine Arts tomorrow been finalized?"

Cooperation with Qingheng Academy of Fine Arts is a decades-long tradition of Yisheng Art Museum. In early June every year, there will be internships, open classes sharing campus resources, research and planning projects, etc.

It takes about 15 days.

In the past, participants were selected from various departments, five to seven people.

During the time when Meng Sheng was away from the art museum, all matters of the museum were handled by Minister Zhou and Qiao Na.

So they only filed the list of people going to Qingheng Academy of Fine Arts, but did not send it to Meng Sheng's email for her to review.

For the museum, this is actually not a big deal.

"The director has been chosen. This time, it will be led by Qian Ruiguang, the deputy director of the Collection Department. Including him, there are seven people in total. They are Lin Song and Li Jing from the exhibition team, and the research and planning department..."

Joanna's voice on the other end of the phone sounded slowly, and without pausing at all, she listed everyone's name and position.

It was obvious that she knew everything about this matter.

"Add Fan Ru from Research and Planning Department Group 2."

Meng Sheng pulled the suitcase into the house and didn't organize the things inside for the time being.

While saying to Qiao Na on the phone, "Transfer her out of the Research and Planning Department this afternoon. As for where to transfer her to, it's up to you to decide based on her abilities."

The Research and Planning Department is one of the most stressful departments in the art museum.

Fan Ru suffers from mild to moderate depression, so she is not suitable to stay in the research planning department.

Or maybe the research planning department was not suitable for her.

Finally, she added, "Also, keep an eye on some people and check the relationships with those around her."

Qiao Na paused, and although she didn't understand, she still agreed, "Yes, I understand."

"Director, the meeting at 2:30 pm..."

"I'm coming over now."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Sheng closed the door and took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

Her white Porsche had been repaired and was driven back by Joanna. When she opened the car door, she instinctively looked at the familiar parking space opposite.

The parking space where the black Bentley was usually parked was empty.

She knew that Pei Sui had gone out.

She pursed her lips, retracted her gaze, bent down, entered the driver's seat, started the car directly, and drove out of the underground garage in the Left Bank Courtyard.

When she arrived at the art museum, she suddenly felt as if she was in another world and stood there for a long time.

She didn't know what she was thinking. She couldn't explain it clearly. It was just very inexplicable, but many things flashed clearly in her mind.

Her parents, her previous marriage, Pei Sui, and what happened in her dream last night.

It all made her feel dazed.

"curator?"

When Joanna came over, she saw her staring at a place in front of her in a daze. She looked in that direction without knowing why, but didn't find anything unusual, so she walked up to her and called her softly.

Meng Sheng came back to his senses and looked at her, "Hmm?"

Qiao Na told her everything she had found out, "Fan Ru's department transfer notice has been sent to her email.

I read her performance reports and research reports for the past six months and felt that she was very serious and careful at work and her abilities were not bad, so I transferred her to the teaching and training department as a team leader, which was considered a promotion.

She wasn't very popular in the Research and Planning Department. The leader of Group 2, Qiu Jin, was very strict and a bit... well, sometimes he could be quite harsh in scolding people, which was quite hurtful."

There are not many people in the teaching and training department, and there is not much work to do on a daily basis. This department is responsible for things like cooperating with outside schools and training interns.

Meng Sheng frowned.

I have no objection to promoting Fan Ru to team leader. After all, there has been a vacant team leader position in the teaching and training department in the past few months, and the position has not been filled yet.

She just wanted to find out why Fan Ru suddenly wanted to sell the closing ceremony plan.

The unhappiness in my heart now was because of what Joanna said next.

Qiu Jin is considered an old man in the art museum. If the senior management of the museum had not changed much in almost ten years, with his qualifications, he could definitely be the director of the research and planning department.

This person really has a bad temper. He has a bad temper and gets angry at the slightest provocation.

"If a subordinate does something wrong, point it out. Who doesn't make mistakes? Who doesn't have a thick skin? Who doesn't have self-esteem? It doesn't mean he has a bad temper, a high position, is old, or has a lot of experience, so he can scold people like this.

They just come to work to make a living, they are not the art museum or its slaves.

So, you go and remind him in person. If it happens again, as the director, I will make him feel the pain of being publicly humiliated. He won't feel the pain unless the whip hits him."

Qiao Na knew Meng Sheng's personality. Although she usually looked gentle and calm, when she was really in charge, she was decisive, quick, accurate and ruthless.

For example, when Xu Li passed away and she just took over the art museum, there were actually people who had worked with Xu Li since the establishment of the art museum, as well as people who had worked in the art museum for more than ten years, who wanted to show off to her.

She even wanted to undermine her power as the director, make decisions on her own, and try to change the ownership of the art museum.

From the first time they provoked her, Meng Sheng let them off several times because they had worked in the art museum for so many years and had put in some effort, even if they had no credit.

But she is not a horse-releasing person.

She turned against him, but she gave him the face he deserved, regardless of his age, position or how long he had worked in the art museum.

They themselves don't want it.

Then we'll just have to pack up and leave.

She smiled faintly and replied, "Yes, I'll talk to Team Leader Qiu later."