Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Choi Yun pushed the door open and entered, taking in the transformed style of the office. She paused for a moment, her high heels gently sinking into the plush carpet, creating a cloud-like sensation. The space where the bookshelves and antique racks once stood was now occupied by a collection of various-sized dumbbells neatly organized. The wooden sofa had been replaced with an intricately designed European-style fabric sofa. The previously somber black office desk had been substituted with a transparent worktable, featuring only a pen holder and a computer, with hardly any clutter.

Important documents and files were securely stored in a fingerprint-locked filing cabinet conveniently placed next to the seat.

With these changes, the entire space felt brighter, and even the act of breathing seemed smoother.

Choi Yun couldn’t help but ponder whether this was the difference between “big-spender” and “ordinary” players in the game of life.

“President Shen, all the documents you requested are here.”

“Good.” Shen Wan accepted them, noting that they were quite heavy.

“Do you want us to send over the personnel files as well?”

“Not now. There’s nothing else, so you can go about your business.”

Choi Yun exited the office, considerately closing the door. Shen Wan began examining the company’s financial reports for the past three years. She wanted to understand how a small advertising agency had ended up in its current dire situation.

At half-past five, the usual time to clock out, nobody dared to leave today.

People exchanged glances, collectively hesitating.

Should they go home?

Or should they stay?

After all, the President hadn’t left yet, so it didn’t seem right for the employees to leave before her.

But if they stayed and worked overtime without receiving any notice, that didn’t sit well with anyone.

Liu Yi sneered and mocked the girl she had argued with earlier in the break room, “You’ve become timid after one meal from her? You can linger here as long as you like. I won’t keep you company.”

Someone took the lead, and everyone started to take action. Just then, Shen Wan emerged from her office, her coat draped over her arm. She wore a lacy white blouse on top and tucked it into her pants, epitomizing the phrase “legs for days.”

“All of you are still not leaving at this hour?” She lifted her wrist to check her watch, her expression slightly surprised.

“We were just getting ready to go…”

“Alright, be safe on your way home. See you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye, President Shen!”

As she watched the women walk away, the conversation became unrestrained

“President Shen is like a walking clothes hanger. Even a white blouse looks so good on her!”

“She even reminded us to be safe. She’s too warm…”

“A wealthy president who could have been a model.”

“Am I the only one who thinks she’s a moving vault? This outfit alone is worth at least six figures.”

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It wasn’t until one of the employees spotted Shen Wan driving her red Maserati out of the basement parking lot and shared a photo in the group chat that they grasped the fact that she was worth much more than just six figures.

The next day, Shen Wan arrived at the company half an hour early. She saw everyone chatting, touching up their makeup, or having breakfast. She remained in good spirits and didn’t get upset. She even smiled at a young girl who was slurping her noodles and reminded her, “You got some oil on your clothes.”

After saying that, she gracefully walked away and entered the President’s office..