Three days later, at eight o'clock in the morning, Cen Yu confidently pushed open Cen Lan's bedroom door.

Cen Lan was talking on her phone.

Upon seeing Cen Yu arrive, Cen Lan paused in her speech, then continued nonchalantly, "It is indeed good news. Let's give them paid leave today, and also give the employees who don't plan to take leave an extra work allowance."

Cen Yu tiptoed to the bedside and gently placed the thick proposal she was holding on the bed.

Knowing that her mother was dealing with company matters, she consciously only disturbed her for a short while before leaving.

Cen Lan picked up the proposal and flipped through it. Unlike the previous proposals, this one still had traces of erasure, and some clauses offered two possibilities—it looked like a half-finished product.

But Cen Yu shouldn't, and wouldn't, show her the unfinished product.

Cen Lan multitasked, flipping to the front of the document to begin reading.

On the other end of the phone, her secretary had already relayed the good news to the team responsible for preparing the tender documents—their company's tender had been won!

It's not time to go to work yet.

The secretary also stayed at home, only using chat software to send messages to other employees.

As Cen Lan listened to the cheers coming from the voice messages on the computer, a smile unconsciously curved her lips.

"Find me an investment contract for the angel round," Cen Lan said after her secretary calmed down. "Hmm, I have some good projects. No rush, you can give them to me tomorrow. Okay."

She flipped through the entire proposal.

On the last piece of white paper, there are four simple line drawings of little people.

It appears to have been painted by different people.

The brushstrokes are rough, but the expressions of the people are captured very accurately. Cen Yu, with long curly hair and a smiling face; Feng An, with a ponytail and a cold face; and Ai Cao, with short hair standing up like a hedgehog and a smile.

And then there's Cen Lan, standing in front of them, enveloped in their loving gestures.

Cen Lan in the painting is also smiling.

Looking at Cen Lan, whose painting captured the spirit of the subject, he smiled.

She opened her phone, sent her secretary another message about buying a picture frame, and then took a picture of the small, simple drawing with her phone. Her plan was to put the original drawing in a safe, make a copy, and hang it in her bedroom.

"Isn't that a bit too little?" Cen Lan wondered.

Or we could put several copies in different safes, so that if one is stolen, we can replace it with another.

Cen Lan smiled with satisfaction. She took several photos of the simple sketch from different angles before putting on a shawl and slowly carrying the proposal to the living room.

Upon seeing her enter the living room, Cen Yu, who had been chatting with Ai Cao, quickly sat up straight. Feng An then turned on the computer screen again for Cen Lan, asking her to look at the PowerPoint presentation.

Cen Lan sat down with a smile.

She said, "Let's begin."

Cen Yu nodded earnestly. She said, "This time, I have adopted the suggestions from both Ai Cao and Feng An, and I have thought of how to solve the problem you raised."

Cen Yu's eyes gleamed with fire: "This is also the key focus of the revisions to this plan—"

“We will not hire employees who like men,” Cen Yu said. “I will provide every employee who participates in the interview with a questionnaire to find out their attitude towards men and women.”

"Ordinary employees only need to dislike men, but senior employees must hate or have murderous intent towards men."

Cen Lan smiled and nodded, saying, "Continue."

Cen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to explain her proposal in a serious manner.

On the other side.

The male protagonist, sitting in his office, had a gloomy expression.

If his face hadn't been as white as a sheet of paper, the gloom on his face would probably have been more noticeable.

Ever since he saw Cen Yu again, he started bleeding from his anus. At first, he thought it was hemorrhoids and didn't pay much attention to it; but later, as the bleeding increased, he finally swallowed his pride and went to ask his private doctor.

Surprisingly, the private doctor said he didn't have hemorrhoids.

Where did all his blood go? And even if he was bleeding internally, he's been bleeding for so many days, yet he's still perfectly fine!

The male protagonist slapped the brown sugar water his secretary handed him, overturning it, and roared, "Where's my coffee?!"

The secretary glanced at the scattered porcelain shards on the ground, then subtly moved aside to avoid the brown sugar water that had spilled onto his shoes.

The secretary said, "Boss, you need to replenish your qi and blood."

His secretary had been with him for many years. He had been by his side since the male protagonist first started his business from scratch, serving as his most capable right-hand man.

He once thought he had a keen eye for people and that as long as he followed the male lead, he could rise through the ranks. And he truly believed that back then.

But now, he almost doesn't recognize this ghost sitting in the CEO's chair, his face pale and his eyes fierce.

Upon hearing the words "blood and qi," the male protagonist, enraged, grabbed a folder from the table and smashed it hard against his secretary's head.

Unfortunately, he was too weak now, and the folder didn't hit the secretary's head as he had expected; instead, it landed at his feet. The documents inside fluttered, obscuring the brown sugar water flowing on the marble floor.

Brown sugar water bloomed into one beautiful flower after another on these paper documents.

The male protagonist said fiercely, "I'm not a woman! What do you mean by replenishing my blood and qi! Get out! Get out of here!"

The secretary lowered her eyes, bowed to him, and quickly walked out of the male protagonist's office.

The male protagonist felt a familiar, painful, hot flow surging in his lower abdomen.

Now he was all alone in his office. No longer caring about his image, the protagonist slumped onto his desk, wailing in agony.

He wanted to curse this unfair fate.

He suffered so much as a child, why can't he take back everything that belongs to him?

He slumped over his luxurious desk and closed his eyes in a daze.

He didn't open his eyes until there was a gentle knock on his desk. The protagonist straightened his slightly wrinkled suit and said, "Come in."

The secretary walked in.

He said, "Boss, our bid..."

"Did I win?" The male protagonist excitedly reached out and braced himself on the table. He stood up, hurriedly and clumsily making his way around the desk and the messy floor, and stood hunched over in front of the secretary.

Before his secretary could say anything more, he burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Hooray! I won!" Overjoyed, he circled his secretary a few times, laughing loudly, "I can't wait to see—what expression is on Cen Lan's old face now!"

"Boss," the secretary gripped her phone tightly behind her back, silently sending a message before continuing, "It didn't go through."

The male protagonist's laughter stopped.

His eyes widened as he glared at the secretary and roared, "How is this possible! That old hag's bid was only eighty-eight pages long! I can't possibly lose!"

"The judges said there were just too many bids, they didn't have time to read them all... so they didn't look at a single word," the secretary said. He was still waiting for the protagonist's scolding and screams, but the protagonist didn't make a sound.

"...Boss?" the secretary asked tentatively.

The only response he received was the sound of the male protagonist collapsing onto the brown sugar water.