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Jingzhou Department Store, fifth floor, vice president's office.

The documents spread out on the table resembled an army group in the process of unfolding.

The top right corner shows the production schedule of field rations that the purchasing department just delivered, with the production capacity data of thirteen contract manufacturers crammed onto an A4 sheet of paper.

She meticulously marked the daily output, yield rate, and logistics cycle of each factory with a red pen. Three factories were marked with an asterisk due to delays in raw material delivery, with a small note next to them: "Catch up on the progress by Thursday, or activate the backup plan."

On the left is the gold deposit details sent by the finance department. All thirty tons of gold have been deposited into the vault of the Jingzhou branch of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China. After recalculation based on the international gold price of the day, the unrealized profit exceeds 200 million yuan.

Directly in front of her was a warehouse distribution map sent by the logistics department, in which she drew a colorful heat map showing the storage capacity and turnover days of the twenty-three transit warehouses across the country.

Green indicates sufficient storage capacity, yellow indicates that the warehouse is close to the warning line, and the three red warehouses have been circled in red with a note that reads "Diversion plan has been sent to Manager Wang".

The 30 billion yuan order is not just a slogan.

That was a billion rations of military food, hundreds of thousands of tons of rice, flour, and cooking oil.

Her junior colleague entrusted her with such a large order; she couldn't afford to make the slightest mistake. Every detail was etched in her mind, ready to be recalled at any time to answer any questions from anyone.

Just like at the cross-departmental coordination meeting this afternoon, Wang Haitao from the purchasing department stammered and couldn't come up with alternative suppliers for cured meat. She directly opened her notebook and recited the contact persons, production capacity, and quotations of three alternative factories. The meeting room was silent for a full five seconds.

Thinking of this, Qin Ran put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, and smiled slightly.

It feels so good to be able to help my juniors instead of just being a pretty face.

She wasn't the kind of woman who would only attend dinner parties arm in arm with a man, or rather, she didn't want to be that kind of woman.

She wanted to be able to meet her junior's needs, share his burdens, and allow him to confidently entrust his back to her.

This feeling of being needed is more addictive than any luxury.

Qin Ran's gaze fell on the photo in the corner of the desk.

His eyes slowly became unfocused, and his fingers unconsciously reached out and gently stroked the edge of the photo frame.

It's been six days already.

Although her junior would disappear for a few days each time, she had long been used to this rhythm, but as the saying goes, she still missed him.

But it's okay.

Over these six days, she prepared a surprise for her junior.

When my junior comes back and sees this surprise, he'll be so happy.

Qin Ran couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Thinking about this, she suddenly felt that she was the epitome of a virtuous wife, helping her boyfriend find concubines and personally training them. There are probably few empresses throughout history who could match this level of dedication.

As she was thinking, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

A tingling sensation spread from my lower back to my entire abdomen, as if an invisible hand was twisting inside my uterus.

Qin Ran frowned, put down her pen, and unconsciously placed her hand on her lower abdomen, gently rubbing it.

I got my period today.

The first day was the heaviest and also the most painful.

She took an ibuprofen pill before leaving home in the morning, but now the effects of the medication have almost worn off, and the pain has started to surge out from deep within her abdomen in waves.

Qin Ran picked up the hot water cup on the table and took a sip. The warm water slid down her throat, but it did little to relieve the cramps in her lower abdomen.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and picked up her pen again.

Just then, the cell phone on the table rang.

It's a unique, upbeat ringtone.

This is a special notification sound that Qin Ran specially set up for her junior.

Qin Ran abruptly stopped, her heart pounding wildly, and she frantically grabbed her phone.

The moment the screen lit up, she stopped breathing.

"Senior, my family is having a family dinner tonight, I'd like to take you with me."

Qin Ran stared intently at the line of words, her fingertips trembling, a surge of intense emotion rushing from her heart to the tip of her nose.

She instinctively covered her mouth, and tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.

Meeting the parents!

The junior is going to take her to meet his parents!

What does this mean?

This means the junior is serious!

This isn't just a casual fling; she's not just one of my girlfriends, but the woman I'm going to take home to meet my mother.

Qin Ran covered her face, crying and laughing at the same time, and it took her a full half minute to calm down.

Then she typed with trembling fingers, typing and deleting, deleting and typing again, over and over again.

"Really? What time? Where? Who are the relatives? What gift should I prepare? What does Auntie like?"

Shen Wang replied quickly, his tone as casual as ever: "No need to bring any gifts, just show up."

Holding her phone, Qin Ran felt a sense of "disobedience" towards her junior's words for the first time.

No!

Absolutely not!

She bit her lip, her fingers flying across the screen, each word conveying an unyielding resolve: "How can that be? It's my first time meeting Auntie, how can I go empty-handed? Don't worry about the gift, I'll take care of it."

This time, she wasn't going to listen to her junior.

Shen Wang probably sensed her burning persistence, which was evident even through the screen, so he didn't insist. He simply replied with "okay" and sent over the list of relatives who might attend that evening.

Qin Ran opened the list, took a deep breath, pulled a new pen from the pen holder, turned to a blank page in the notebook, and began to record and analyze each item.

That posture was ten times more solemn than when they were reviewing the procurement contract.

First and foremost, the most important person is my junior's mother, my future mother-in-law.

This is the number one target tonight, the highest priority.

My junior's father passed away early, and he was raised by his mother. The mother and son have a very deep bond, so his aunt's approval will directly determine the success or failure of tonight.

She wrote on her gift list: Hermès cashmere scarf.

Classic earth tones, versatile and flattering, understated yet sophisticated.

Middle-aged women are most afraid of their necks getting cold in autumn and winter. A good cashmere scarf is both practical and elegant, without being too flashy or perfunctory.

My aunt, my junior's aunt, is also my cousin Zhou Ming's mother.

Qin Ran thought for a moment and wrote on the list: Dong-A E-Jiao Premium Gift Box.

For middle-aged women, gifting them health is always a good idea. Donkey-hide gelatin (Ejiao) replenishes qi and blood, making it perfect for this age group.

Then there's my second aunt, my youngest aunt, my uncle, my older cousin, my younger cousin, my older cousin, my younger cousin...

Qin Ran reviewed the list twice more from beginning to end, her brows furrowed, and she made changes to some items repeatedly.

My aunt replaced her donkey-hide gelatin with a bird's nest gift box. Although donkey-hide gelatin is good, it tastes bitter and is not as appealing as bird's nest.

My cousin bought a La Mer face cream and a serum from the same line. The face cream alone seemed a bit thin, but adding the serum made it a complete set.

After revising it for the third time, Qin Ran finally nodded in satisfaction.

Each person's gift was customized based on the known information, with no repetition, no perfunctory gestures, and neither overly ostentatious nor stingy.

This list wasn't created by throwing money at it; it was created through painstaking effort.

Qin Ran takes this family dinner tonight very seriously!

I was even more nervous than when I was having dinner with Sha Ruijin!