这对两个小金孙子来说就这么多了,他们被告知要好好照顾他们.
真是个笑话.
荣兆南,你才是真正的纵者.
经过三次怀孕测试,沈明终于敢承认了.
是的,她曾经是荣兆南扮演的.
这种奇怪的,难以形容的愤怒在她心中蔓延,当她坐在医院的候诊椅上时,她感到一阵颤抖.然而,令人惊讶的是,她忍不住想笑.
这就是她所知道的荣兆南——他永远是拉线的人,从来不是纵的人.在第一轮中,她遭受了巨大的失败.
哔,哔,哔.
她的手机从包里响了起来.她捡起来,发现是 Lien 寄来的.
"沈总,出事了.由于大雨,新香水的原料仓库昨晚被淹没.我现在正在去工厂的路上,把东西交给负责人.预计今晚还会有另一场暴风雨,所以如果你还在医院,我就没办法接你了.
沈明沉思了很久,没有注意到外面的天空已经变得异常黑暗.
另一场风暴即将来临.
"我还在医院.去吧,我很快就会到.
当她到达仓库时,大雨倾盆而下.她站在外面,看着工人们争先恐后地从被淹的仓库中拯救剩余的原材料.
Lien 站在她身边,头上撑着一把伞,但这毫无用处——暴雨将他们俩浸透了,无论他们如何努力保护自己.
沈明的思绪,就像暴风雨一样,混乱不堪.不,实际上,她的思绪比这场迟来的倾盆大雨还要平静.
在她的前世,她辛辛苦苦建立的小公司以破产告终.
这一生,尽管她付出了所有的努力,但有些事情还是做不成.
并不是说她没有能力.
这只意味着,在某些方面,她落后得太远了,就像程安仪所说的那样.
没有人脉,没有强大的财务支持.她怎么可能和这些资本巨头竞争呢?
"沈总,你没事吧?"Lien 的声音打破了她的思绪.
这是她第一次在她平时镇定的老板脸上看到这样的表情.
沈明猛然回到现实.
她的表情难以捉摸,问道:"为什么我们今天才收到洪水的通知?为什么没有清理排水管?随着今天另一场风暴的到来,这些材料甚至会被抢救出来吗?负责人在哪里?
这是最紧迫的问题.
Lien 颤抖着回答道:"我联系不上负责人.门口的主管说,负责人注意到有些不对劲,昨天就跑了.
一场暴风雨正在全力以赴.
沈明抬起下巴,凝视着远方,脸色冰冷.
"我们走吧.回公司开会.
Lien 睁大了眼睛."沈总,这些材料呢?"
"我们不能再担心他们了.该公司即将被收购.现在谁在乎新产品的发布呢?
"But… but Mr. Jiang from Yidu said he's going to stay and help us."
When the rabbit dies, the hounds are cooked. Only now could she see who was truly sincere and who was pretending.
"I'll call him later. Let's go. We need to head back."
The rain was falling too heavily.
Everywhere they stepped, their pants were soaked.
After struggling to get in the car, Lien drove Shen Ming's old car away from the warehouse, heading toward the city.
On the way back, the rain grew heavier.
Shen Ming looked at her tablet, but then the phone that had been left aside suddenly chimed.
"President Shen, your phone's ringing."
At this moment, Shen Ming couldn't spare a thought for who was calling.
She swiped through her tablet and stumbled upon a trending news story.
Her relationship had been exposed.
Pictures of her and Zhuo Hang supporting her outside a private hospital were circulating online.
The two of them coming and going from the hospital.
Even a video of Zhuo Hang shielding her from reporters at her company's entrance had been shared.
Unbelievable—her relationship with Zhuo Hang was out in the open.
She furrowed her brow, and at this moment, she truly wanted to laugh.
Her smile was pale.
She didn't pick up the phone immediately. A minute later, the phone rang again.
She glanced at the screen. The previous call had been from Zhuo Hang himself.
It seemed he had seen the news spreading online.
But this call now was from Ning Zhiqian.
She unlocked the screen.
After a brief pause, Shen Ming decided to answer.
"Hello… what's going on?"
The car was driving steadily when suddenly, there was a sharp brake. She slammed her head into the front seat, and the phone slipped from her hand.
On the other end, Ning Zhiqian was filled with frustration. As soon as the call connected, the sound of a violent crash came through.
Then the sound of her phone losing signal.
She tried to dial back, but it wouldn't go through.
Ning Zhiqian, furious, slammed his phone onto the dashboard.
"Find out where she is right now!"
Shen Ming, whose forehead was now bruised and bleeding, held her head. She noticed that Lien's injury seemed even worse.
"What happened?"
Lien, still in shock, took a moment to respond.
"President Shen, the tire on your car blew out."
Now? In the middle of this storm, with the roads congested and the weather worsening, being stuck on the road was the worst omen.
"Are you okay? Is your head alright?"
Her head was fine, but it felt like her spirit was breaking down.
Tears welled up, though she forced herself to hold them in.
"President Shen… what now? Can we go back?"
Shen Ming lowered her hand, noticing a trace of blood on her fingers.
In the dimly lit car, only the sound of rain pounding against the windows could be heard.
This road leading to the city center was deserted. They had just left the outskirts, and there wasn't a car in sight.
She glanced at her little assistant, then reached out to gently touch her hair.
"We will get back. Just stay calm in the car for now. I'll figure something out."
"Mm…" Lien, feeling slightly wronged, wiped away the tears. Her voice softened, and she leaned against the steering wheel.
Shen Ming, still on the phone, didn't answer right away. Instead, Lien's question made her heart skip a beat.
"President Shen, with the warehouse flooded, the raw materials gone, and no way to produce the new products… will we still be able to pay the employees this month?"
Lien's words were pressing, and after hearing them, Shen Ming's heart raced louder than the storm outside.
But she didn't answer right away.
The dismal environment made Lien fall silent, her spirits sinking further.
"President Shen, if there's no money to pay the wages… will you fire me?"
Even in the dim light, Shen Ming's gaze shone brightly, as though piercing through the darkness to find light at the end of the tunnel.
She looked at her assistant with unwavering determination.
"No, I won't fire you. I'm going to take you to bigger things."
The wages will be paid, the broken-down car will be fixed.
All the darkness and hardship will eventually clear up, just like how the endless rain will eventually stop the moment the car door opens.
Their plight in the storm won't last long.
Beep, beep, beep.
The phone was connected.
"Is this the rescue center? We're on Jiujiang Road…"