Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

Fu Die could tell he was in a good mood, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Boss, what good thing happened that makes you so happy?"

Cao Kun smiled but offered no explanation.

He leaned back in the large boss's chair and pointed to his shoulder, saying:

"Xiaodie, you've been watching the market a bit tiring these past few days, come and give me a break."

"Okay, boss."

Fu Die obediently went around to his back.

She extended her slender fingers and began to massage Cao Kun's head.

Her cooking skills are quite good.

As he massaged, Cao Kun, who had been working hard all day, felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him, and his consciousness gradually became hazy.

The room was quiet, with only Cao Kun's soft, long breaths remaining.

As Fu Die looked at his resolute profile, the words her cousin Su Yue had given her before she left suddenly came to mind.

Her pretty face flushed slightly, and as if possessed, she leaned her delicate body forward slightly, intentionally or unintentionally.

In a daze, Cao Kun felt as if a soft, warm cloud had sunk behind his head.

The intense feeling of being enveloped made him groan softly in comfort, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Die maintained this posture.

Looking at Cao Kun's sweet sleeping face, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Boss, when are you finally going to notice me?

After an unknown amount of time, Cao Kun slowly woke up.

In that instant, he immediately felt an unusual sensation on the back of his head.

Suddenly, he realized what that intoxicatingly tender haven he had just experienced was.

"Boss, you're awake?" Fu Die said gently.

Seeing Cao Kun stand up, she also wanted to slowly straighten up.

To make Cao Kun comfortable, she had been leaning forward and dared not move, and now her legs were numb.

"Ouch……"

As soon as she moved, a strong tingling and numb sensation made her legs go weak.

She gasped and fell straight into Cao Kun's arms.

Cao Kun reacted quickly, pulling her into his arms and laughing, "What's wrong? Can't you even stand up straight?"

Fu Die collapsed onto Cao Kun's lap, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.

From Cao Kun's perspective, the beauty in his arms had slightly disheveled clothes, and her shy and flustered appearance was even more endearing.

Cao Kun looked down at her, who was so willing to be taken advantage of, and a slight thought suddenly stirred in his heart.

Feeling the warm breath from Cao Kun's chest, Fu Die was even more embarrassed and twisted her body, trying to struggle to get up.

But her erratic movements were more like starting a fire.

Suddenly, Fu Die froze, blushed, and asked softly:

"Boss, what's in your pants? It's sticking to my skin."

"Ahem..." Cao Kun coughed twice, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

At this moment, Fu Die also realized what was in the boss's pants.

She blushed and fell silent.

"Um... how about we go out for dinner together later?"

Cao Kun tried to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Ah? Okay, okay..."

Fu Die responded softly.

The two of them stayed in the same position for about ten minutes.

Fu Die blushed and said, "...Why not yet...?"

Cao Kun: "..."

He was somewhat helpless, blaming it on his own excellent health.

"How about... I help you?"

After a long pause, Fu Die suddenly blurted out this sentence.

Cao Kun felt his willpower was becoming increasingly strained.

"Cough cough...is this not good...?"

Cao Kun tried to struggle one more time.

But Fu Die seemed to have flipped a switch.

She twisted lightly in Cao Kun's arms and turned to press herself against him.

She breathed softly and said, "Boss... it's normal for a personal secretary to handle this, right?"

……

Time flies, and it's already October 8th.

Cao Kun was in his room, having a conference call with Su Yue and others.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy. Everyone was staring intently at the computer screen in front of them, and even their breathing became much softer.

With the official release of the decision made at the joint meeting of titanium alloy manufacturers.

Titanium alloy futures prices plummeted like a kite with a broken string.

The market generally believed that after such a long period of oversupply, the producers' meeting would inevitably choose to reduce production to maintain prices.

However, the result was unexpected; the meeting decided to maintain the existing production levels.

This news completely contradicted market expectations, and panic spread instantly.

A massive sell-off began in the futures market, with short sellers attacking like a raging flood.

Cao Kun's huge long positions immediately came under immense pressure, and his unrealized losses continued to widen.

Qian Xining watched from the sidelines, her heart pounding with anxiety.

She gripped Cao Kun's sleeve tightly and said worriedly:

"Honey, it seems like these titanium alloy futures contracts are really not going to work out."

"Since the losses are still within a manageable range, how about we cut our losses for now?"

Cao Kun remained calm, simply smiling faintly: "No rush, let the bullets fly a little longer."

Seeing his insistence, Qian Xining gritted her teeth and said again:

"I have a billion in cash here, how about you use it first?"

Cao Kun felt a warmth in his heart, knowing that this 1 billion yuan was Qian Xining's entire fortune.

The fact that she could offer it without hesitation at this critical moment is truly precious.

Seeing her anxious eyes, Cao Kun nodded.

He secretly resolved that once he made money, he would repay her several hundred million as a reward.

Seeing him nod, Qian Xining immediately turned around to process the transfer.

Shortly after, Su Yue reported over the phone: "Boss, Miss Qian's 1 billion has arrived in the account."

With this injection of funds, Cao Kun felt even more confident and ordered without hesitation: "Keep buying! Buy as much as you can!"

Everyone on the other end of the phone was stunned.

However, under Cao Kun's resolute attitude, everyone chose to obey orders and began to increase their positions against the trend of a falling market.

Just then, Qian Haoran called.

This kid is indeed a shrewd and resourceful person; in a short period of time, he has become Qian Shaocong's confidant.

He was hiding in a corner, tipping off Cao Kun.

"Boss, Qian Shao Cong is currently shorting titanium alloy futures like crazy!"

Qian Haoran lowered his voice, his tone urgent:

"And he's made a lot of money on paper now, so he's incredibly arrogant, saying he'll make you lose everything."

Upon hearing this, Cao Kun was not angry at all. Instead, he asked, "So, did you short it?"

Qian Haoran quickly pledged his loyalty: "I haven't shorted it yet."

If I short it now, wouldn't that be making money off you, boss?

I can't do that; my conscience won't allow it."

Cao Kun couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's okay, just follow his lead and short sell, don't worry about me."

Qian Haoran was taken aback, and asked again and again, "Boss, so I really shorted it? Don't blame me."

"Go ahead, go ahead," Cao Kun casually dismissed him.