After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Ye Wanxing asked as she opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, a wisp of cold wind, below zero degrees Celsius, slipped in through the crack, making one's scalp tingle.

Standing outside the door was Xiaoyu.

She was clutching a large stack of documents in a brown paper bag and hard case, her back hunched under the weight, and she was panting heavily on the steps.

"Xiaoyu? Why are you carrying so many things?" Ye Wanxing stepped aside to let her in.

Seeing the door open, she walked in quickly, panting, and piled the thick stack of documents directly on the coffee table.

"Sister Wanxing, quick, quick, help me!"

"What is this?" Ye Wanxing rubbed her temples, looking at the thick stack of white paper with black writing on the coffee table, her forehead throbbing.

"Contracts! All contracts! The company just sent them!"

Xiaoyu plopped down on the low stool next to her, panting heavily: "These are the renewal contracts for high-end jewelry endorsements for next quarter."

"There are also two new letters of intent for films, which the Ministry of Justice has just expedited to review."

Ye Wanxing stared at the contract stacked half a foot thick in front of her, rubbing her temples. "How can there be so much?!"

"Yes. I just found out too. These contracts are from the last two weeks. Because our filming location is too remote, and the mountain roads are difficult to travel, the deliverymen only go up the mountain once a week to deliver the goods."

"The legal and commercial departments have all accumulated requests until today, saying that they must all be sent back by 6 PM today at the latest, otherwise the business schedule for the next quarter will be completely delayed."

As Xiaoyu quickly turned to the cover page of the first contract for her, she stuffed a black pen and a box of red ink into Ye Wanxing's hands:

"A short signature must be made in the bottom right corner of each page, and the last page must be signed with the full name and a fingerprint."

Xiaoyu added, "By the way, the production team's publicity coordinator just said in the WeChat group that the official character posters for 'The Female General' will be released online today!"

"According to the contract schedule, you must post a promotional Weibo post before 5:30 PM. The production team has already sent the text to your work WeChat account, telling you to post it quickly to get it trending!"

"And..." Before Xiaoyu could finish speaking, the RV door was suddenly knocked twice loudly from the outside.

A loud shout came from outside the door: "Xiaoyu! Is Xiaoyu inside? Sister Hui wants you to go there right away!"

"Hey! Here it comes!"

Xiaoyu responded and quickly put the pen and inkpad on the coffee table. She turned to look at Ye Wanxing, her expression anxious.

"Sister Wanxing, I have to go there first! Remember to sign your initials in the bottom right corner of every page of the contract, and sign your full name and put your fingerprint on the last page."

"You sign it first, I'll come back as soon as I'm done and mail it! And don't forget to post that promotional Weibo post!"

"Alright, I know, you can go now." Ye Wanxing waved her hand.

Xiaoyu grabbed her coat, hurriedly pushed open the RV door, and ran out.

The carriage fell silent instantly.

Ye Wanxing sat on the carpet in front of the coffee table, rubbed her stiff neck, looked at the thick stack of contracts in front of her, which numbered twenty or thirty, and sighed helplessly.

Those top students from the legal and commercial departments really know how to make a fuss. Clauses that could be explained in one or two pages are stretched into twenty or thirty pages with a bunch of obscure legal jargon.

It all boils down to the same few points: no breach of contract, no endorsement of competitors' products, and compensation must be paid if something goes wrong.

Just for these few words of nonsense, every contract has to be signed with dozens of simplified signatures.

"All the energy I finally regained from a hot meal this morning is being wasted on this pile of rubbish..."

Ye Wanxing pursed her lips, resignedly picked up the black ballpoint pen, and removed the cap.

She opened the first high-end jewelry renewal contract.

Press your finger on the bottom right corner of the paper and quickly write down the short signature with two swift strokes.

Turn the page, sign another one.

The only sounds in the carriage were the scratching of pens on paper and the crisp sound of pages turning.

The renewal clauses for endorsements with high-end luxury brands, confidentiality agreements for new films, supplementary business contracts... each one is densely covered with clauses.

Although Ye Wanxing didn't need to look at the specific contents in detail, she had to sign each page. After signing for a while, her right wrist and index finger joints started to ache slightly.

After signing the simplified signature, turn to the last page.

She held the pen and signed her full name, then opened the red inkpad box, pressed her thumb into the inkpad until it was covered in red ink, and pressed her fingerprints firmly next to her name.

One, two, three...

Time passed by, second by second.

Until the last page of the final film proposal was stamped with a red handprint.

"call……"

Ye Wanxing threw the pen on the coffee table, feeling completely broken, and shook her aching and numb right wrist.

She spent a full half hour signing, her mind filled with a string of terms and signatures, and she felt inexplicably exhausted.

She even felt that she wasn't this tired even when filming with wires during the day.

Ye Wanxing stood up, stretched, and then plopped down on the soft bed, burying her face in the pillow.

The soft bedding exuded a faint fragrance. A wave of drowsiness washed over me.

She lay face down on the bed with her eyes closed, intending to just fall asleep.

But my mind was a bit hazy, and I felt like there was something I'd forgotten to do.

"What have I forgotten...?"

Ye Wanxing closed her eyes and slowly recalled the events in her mind.

The contract was signed... and filming was finished...

After thinking for a long time, she suddenly opened her eyes and slapped her forehead.

"Oh right! Send the photos!"

She had originally planned to post the photos of the amazing food she had taken that morning online as a record when she returned to her RV after work.

As a result, I got distracted by Xiaoyu's pile of contracts and almost forgot about it completely.

She yawned and clicked on the Weibo icon on her desktop.

But now she was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping, and all she could think about was finishing up posting the photos so she could close her eyes and go to sleep.

Open the blog interface.

Ye Wanxing lay on her pillow, tapping the keyboard with one thumb. Based on her most genuine feelings after breakfast that morning, she casually typed out a line of everyday musings with a foodie vibe:

After finishing the text, she clicked on the "Add Image" button below.

The photo album popped up, and at the very top were the four original photos of the Lin family shop that she had taken that morning.

After selecting four images, Ye Wanxing pressed the send button.

The screen spun a small circle.

[Sent successfully].

"Done..."

Ye Wanxing mumbled something, casually shoved her phone onto the pillow, pulled the blanket over her head, and fell into a deep sleep within two seconds.