My minimum living allowance is credited to my account every day with 1000 million yuan

Shen Jun took two steps forward, trying to block everyone's view.

Her daughter-in-law is so beautiful that when others see her, their eyes are glued to her, which makes her very uncomfortable.

It wasn't until the group entered the elevator that Shen Jun stopped acting like a "mother hen protecting her chicks."

"Ding—" The elevator doors opened on the former office floor.

A familiar scent, a mixture of old paper, dust, and a faint smell of disinfectant, wafted towards them. Stepping out of the elevator, they were met with a familiar yet unfamiliar scene—the corridor was slightly dim, the walls were somewhat yellowed, but the acrylic sign for "Dr. Feng Robotics Technology Company" on the wall was still gleaming like new—a strong sense of disorientation instantly gripped Chen Xiao and Ma Jing.

A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in simple work clothes, was already waiting to the side, clearly having received the notification. He quickly stepped forward, a respectful yet somewhat reserved smile on his face. His gaze lingered on Chen Xiao's face for a moment to confirm, before he bowed slightly and asked:
"Greetings, leaders! May I ask... are you General Manager Chen and General Manager Zhao?" Although he recognized Chen Xiao, he maintained the humility of a subordinate.

Chen Xiao looked at the unfamiliar face, even more confused. He was certain he didn't recognize this person. "It's us. You are...?"

"Oh, Mr. Chen, hello! I'm Zhang Desheng from the General Affairs Department. It's my turn to be on duty at this old site this week..." The middle-aged man quickly explained, his tone carrying a hint of nervousness as if he were being questioned by a high-ranking leader.

“Hmm,” Chen Xiao nodded knowingly, his tone calm. “Thank you for your hard work. You go ahead with your work, we’re just looking around, no need to bother us.” He and Ma Jing knew every brick and tile here intimately.

"Over there!" Ma Jing pointed to the slightly crowded open-plan office area not far from the entrance, like an excited little tour guide. "That's where Chen Xiao used to work! The marketing department's territory!"

Chen Xiao took Zhao Xiangjun's hand and, with a touch of nostalgia, pointed to the corner: "Come on, let me show you the place where your husband 'struggled' back then!" His tone was full of pride.

Zhao Xiangjun was amused by his serious demeanor, her beautiful eyes filled with a mischievous smile. She didn't believe it at all! A "lazybones" who would rather lie down than sit at home and would rather order others around than do anything himself, could have "worked hard" here back then? You're kidding me!
With different feelings, the group walked towards the corner that held Chen Xiao's "struggle history".

Before she even got close, the sharp-eyed Zhao Xiangjun spotted something interesting! Pointing to a dark-colored plaque hanging on the wall above her workstation, which was clearly carefully framed, she asked curiously, "Huh? What's that?"

As the group approached, they saw several large, gilded characters in regular script prominently displayed on the plaque—

[General Manager Chen's Gaming Section]

Zhao Xiangjun chuckled, pointed at the plaque, then looked at Chen Xiao, her beautiful eyes filled with amusement: "President Chen? Game Department? Isn't this a workstation? Why is there such a sign? Was this the company's game development center back then?"

Chen Xiao's expression froze instantly, then turned incredibly awkward! He had just been boasting about "hard work and struggle," and now this plaque had publicly slapped him in the face! Who was so shameless as to hang this embarrassing history on the wall as an honor?!

Just as Chen Xiao wished he could disappear into the ground, Ma Jing's clear laughter rang out like silver bells:

"Hehehe... Sister Xiangjun, this sign has quite a history!" She pointed at the sign, laughing heartily. "Because when Brother Chen Xiao came to the company, eight out of ten times he would be lounging here... playing LOL! He was so engrossed in it! Later, the colleagues joked that this workstation didn't belong to the marketing department, but was 'General Manager Chen's Game Corner,' and then someone actually made this sign and put it up!"

Everyone: "…………"

After a brief silence, there was a low, suppressed laugh! Zhang Ziqian and Shen Jun couldn't help but chuckle, while Zhao Xiangjun's shoulders were shaking with laughter!
"Oh—!" Zhao Xiangjun exclaimed in sudden realization, her voice trailing off as her delicate hand precisely pinched the soft flesh of Chen Xiao's waist. Her smile widened even further. "So that's how you 'struggle'? Hmm, it certainly is quite 'arduous'! Staring at a computer screen all day must be bad for your eyes, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Xiao gasped in pain, but had to maintain a forced smile to save face.
"Ahem... well... that's all I have! Aside from playing games to relax, I'm absolutely dedicated and work tirelessly the rest of the time!" He straightened his back, trying to be more convincing. "Yeah! I'm efficient at work! What others do in a day, I can finish in an hour! So... yeah... a balance between work and rest is very important!"

"Huh? What's that?" Zhao Xiangjun seemed to be deliberately trying to expose him, her gaze drifting to the other side of the workstation—there was a meticulously designed glass display case with spotlights! Inside the case was a neatly folded... gray flannel blanket?

Blankets? And covered with a glass dome? And spotlights? What kind of operation is this?
Their curiosity was piqued, and they leaned closer to look at the annotations on the plaque beneath the glass cover.

Just then, Ma Jing's voice, laced with a mischievous laugh, rang out again, like a sharp sword delivering a finishing blow:
“Oh, this! I know! Hehe!” She pointed to the blanket, her eyes sparkling. “This was specially bought for Chen Xiao by General Manager Feng! Because Chen Xiao used to often…sleep at his workstation!”

She ignored Chen Xiao's face, which flushed instantly, and continued to reveal more:
"President Feng was worried he'd get cold sleeping on the table, so she specifically asked me to buy it! She also told me to quietly cover Chen Xiao with it whenever I saw him asleep!" She mimicked Feng Feifei's tone perfectly, "'Ma Jing, go cover him with a blanket, don't let him catch a cold!'"

What kind of situation is this? Chen Xiao looked at everyone awkwardly. As soon as he came in, all his secrets were exposed.

Everyone: "…………"

This time, even Shen Yun couldn't help but laugh out loud! Zhang Ziqian covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking violently.

Zhao Xiangjun was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight. Between laughs, she patted Chen Xiao's arm: "Oh my! President Chen! So this is what 'working diligently' and 'working day and night' means?! Even sleeping has the president personally bringing you warmth? This treatment..."

Then he turned to Shen Yun and said, "Mom, I told you Feifei is good, she's very good at taking care of people."

Shen Jun smiled. In Zhao Xiangjun's words, everyone else was perfect. But in Shen Jun's heart, no one could compare to Zhao Xiangjun.

Chen Xiao looked at the blanket, which was being treated like an "artifact" inside the glass case, and felt the mocking and knowing glances coming from all directions...

awkward!

So embarrassing!

This is absolutely a social disaster!

As soon as he entered, his entire past was exposed! He could only touch his nose and give a silly smile that was both incredibly awkward and filled with warm memories to Zhao Xiangjun, who was laughing heartily, and Shen Yun, who had a kind smile on her face.

That warm blanket, and Feng Feifei who was always worried he would catch a cold... Perhaps, this is the most precious memory on this "road we came from".

Chen Xiao then led everyone to the office where Feng Feifei had "foolishly" announced that the company was in financial trouble and told those who were unwilling to weather the storm with the company to take their money and leave.
It all feels like it happened just yesterday.

To his dismay, his decision to stay was not explained separately in this meeting room.
Instead, it's my own embarrassing moment?

However, he quickly realized what was going on. For the entire Dr. Feng Robotics Technology Group, it wasn't just an embarrassing incident, but rather a remarkable anecdote about President Chen.
In the president's office of Dr. Feng Robotics Technology Group Industrial Park.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies a modern factory landscape. Sunlight filters through the blinds, casting stripes of light onto the gleaming ebony desk. The room is filled with a subtle fragrance and the scent of paper and ink—a blend of power and efficiency.

Feng Feifei sat upright behind her large desk, processing documents, but her gaze kept drifting to her silent phone on the table. The screen was black, not yet lit. Zhang Ziqian had arranged to send her a message when she left the old company location. At this moment, her thoughts were clearly already on her soon-to-be "future mother-in-law."

Sitting opposite Feng Feifei, upright and reporting on the latest project progress, was Chang Fuchun, the group's newly appointed vice president. In his early thirties, dressed in a well-tailored dark suit, his hair meticulously styled, he was at the peak of a man's charm and maturity. As the executive vice president poached from a major domestic internet company with a high salary, he was exceptionally capable and efficient, and had recently gained considerable favor from Feng Feifei.

However, while Chang Fuchun's voice was steady and professional as he reported, his gaze was like the most sophisticated radar, silently capturing every subtle expression and movement of Feng Feifei. He watched her slender fingers signing documents, her occasional slight furrowing of her brows, and the fleeting, barely perceptible expectation in her eyes when she looked at her phone… Each observation was like a pebble thrown into a lake of his heart, creating ripples.

Elegant and luxurious, with unparalleled beauty.

It was an impression that Chang Fuchun had made on his heart the first time he met Feng Feifei. She possessed both the decisive aura of a powerful businesswoman and a classical elegance, like a flower on a high mountain, aloof and unapproachable yet alluring.

In the month or so since joining Dr. Feng's Group, this young talent has been deeply attracted to it without even realizing it.

He had even begun to devise a way to express his admiration for the beautiful CEO without being inappropriate. Just before he mustered his courage and was about to take action—

A familiar and senior colleague in the company promptly and tactfully dissuaded him.

"President Chang, President Feng... already has a boyfriend." The colleague lowered his voice, with a hint of "you know what I mean" sympathy.

"And... her boyfriend is our company's rather legendary salesman—General Manager Chen."

Mr. Chen?
Yes, he was a salesperson, but his company rank was P17, which is higher than that of a vice president.

He subconsciously felt a sense of absurdity and injustice, even wondering if this was the product of some kind of nepotism? A "connected person" receiving special treatment because of his boyfriend's status as a CEO?
However, his colleague's next words completely overturned his understanding.

"President Chang, please don't misunderstand! President Chen's P17 isn't just for show! He's really... amazing!" The colleague's eyes shone with admiration as he began to recount the almost mythical feats that were passed down by word of mouth within the company—how he turned the tide when the company was at its lowest point, how he single-handedly leveraged unimaginable resources, and how he used one astonishing order after another to pull Dr. Feng's Robotics Technology Company back from the brink of collapse and propel it to its current status as an industry giant!

"It can be said that without President Chen's heroic efforts back then, there would be no Dr. Feng Group today! His treatment is the result of his solid and unparalleled contributions! No one in the company is dissatisfied with him!"

After listening to his colleague's account, Chang Fuchun fell silent.

All doubts and grievances vanished in the face of irrefutable facts. What replaced them was a profound shock, and... an indescribable sense of loss.

Feeling a deep sense of loss.

This word perfectly describes his feelings at that moment.

For the first time, he truly felt a strong, throbbing desire to be close to someone, a long-lost "feeling of being in love," as if his youth had returned. However, this feeling was ruthlessly uprooted by reality before it could even begin to sprout.

The person I like is already taken.

He looked up and gazed at Feng Feifei behind the desk once more. She was still so dazzling, so perfect. But at this moment, the secret admiration in Chang Fuchun's eyes had been replaced by a deeper respect and an undisguised sense of unease.

It's a kind of regret that you know something beautiful is right in front of you, but you're destined to be out of reach; it's a chasm that you can clearly perceive in both your career and your love life, a chasm that you can't cross.

He quickly regained his composure, burying his disappointment deep within, and resumed his professional focus as he continued his interrupted report. However, the tone of his voice seemed a few decibels lower than before, carrying a subtle sigh—a sigh that came from the depths of a mature man's heart.

"...Therefore, based on technological maturity and market window, we believe that although hybrid architecture solution B is slightly more expensive in the short term, it is more cost-effective in the long term..."

Buzz-buzz-

A sudden and continuous vibration, like a pebble thrown into calm water, instantly shattered the rhythm of the room.

The sound came from Feng Feifei's personal cell phone, which had always been on silent mode. It was now buzzing loudly, bobbing and spinning slightly on the smooth ebony wood surface, and its screen lit up, emitting a faint glow.

Chang Fuchun's report came to an abrupt halt, his brow furrowing slightly involuntarily. Being interrupted at a meeting of this level, especially when discussing such a crucial strategic issue, was extremely rare and irregular. He looked up at Feng Feifei. (End of Chapter)