Chapter 123: Minor Issues

As a great breakfast buyer, Yang Chen felt it was very rude for the beauties not to line up and welcome him. But he was more curious about what this group of women was discussing. So, after casually putting down his breakfast, he approached Liu Mingyu's desk.

Zhao Hongyan, sharp-eyed, saw Yang Chen approaching and waved at him, "Yang Chen, come and congratulate Sister Mingyu. Say a few auspicious words."

"Congratulations on what?" Yang Chen asked with a smile.

"Sister Mingyu has been promoted to the head of our PR department. Isn't that impressive?" one of the beauties exclaimed happily.

Yang Chen was a bit surprised. Looking at Liu Mingyu, who was surrounded by the group of girls, she seemed to have an expression of helplessness and shyness, but her beautiful eyes revealed genuine joy from the bottom of her heart.

"It's worth congratulating," Yang Chen said, pointing to the pile of breakfast he bought, "Fortunately, I had foresight. I bought two extra tea eggs for breakfast today... um... as a gift specially prepared for Minister Liu."

The group of beauties immediately protested against Yang Chen's shamelessness. What kind of congratulations was this? Why gift a woman two tea eggs?

Unaccustomed to being the center of attention like this, Liu Mingyu stood up and thanked her sisters. She pleaded with them to return to their seats and not to waste any more time.

Curiously, Yang Chen asked, "Sister Mingyu, now that you're the department head, what about Minister Mo? Did he get fired?"

Liu Mingyu gave him a glare. "What nonsense are you talking about? Minister Mo has been reassigned to a higher position."

"What position?"

"It seems that Minister Mo directly took over the position of Minister of Finance because Minister Ma voluntarily resigned due to old age. And because of Minister Mo's outstanding performance during the CEO's illness, the board unanimously approved Minister Mo to concurrently serve as the first vice president. He's the only vice president of the entire Yulei International, even the overseas branches only have directors!" Zhang Cai, who knows when she had already dug out a red bean bun from the breakfast pile, said as she nibbled on it.

Yang Chen couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of Minister Ma resigning due to old age. That old guy wouldn't resign for such reasons. He glanced meaningfully at Liu Mingyu, who blushed and turned her head away.

But it's good this way. It won't be awkward when they run into each other in the company in the future.

He didn't expect that in just over a month since he joined the company, both Liu Mingyu and Mo Qianyi had been promoted. Mo Qianyi even held two major positions simultaneously. Yang Chen felt like he indeed had the potential for good fortune.

Just then, Mo Qianyi, dressed in a silver-gray suit, walked in through the door. She seemed to have dressed up carefully today. Her neatly arranged bun, with each strand of hair meticulously in place, exuded a sense of elegance. She took off her contact lenses and replaced them with a delicate pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Around her delicate neck hung a dazzling platinum diamond necklace. Beneath her black lace stockings were matching silver-gray high heels, which accentuated her slender and tempting thighs. While she exuded intellect and charm, there was also a hint of feminine dignity.

All the girls in the PR department quieted down, looking at Mo Qianyi with a mix of blessings and admiration as she entered the office. Clearly, in the minds of these young girls, Mo Qianyi, who hadn't even reached thirty yet, had an enviable halo as the second-in-command of a listed company.

Mo Qianyi scanned everyone present and paused when she saw Yang Chen and Liu Mingyu. Rarely showing a gentle and soft smile in a work environment, she said, "Mingyu, you received the promotion notice, right?"

Liu Mingyu nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Minister."

"No need to thank me. Your performance is well-known, and the decision was made by the board. I'm just responsible for the routine recommendation. And from today, you are also at the ministerial level, entering the company's senior management. You don't need to be so cautious anymore," Mo Qianyi said casually, smiling gently. Some of the female PRs around also showed kind smiles.

Liu Mingyu shook her head, her eyes a little moist. "In my two to three years at the company, many people doubted me and talked behind my back, but Minister Mo, you always believed in me and never mentioned anything. I'm really grateful. I know you've done a lot for us, you just don't say it."

Not a few female PRs nodded in agreement, deeply touched. It was evident that everyone had benefited from Mo Qianyi's care. In this swirling business world, women often faced many dilemmas. A boss willing to protect their rights was worthy of admiration and respect.

Mo Qianyi smiled indifferently. "That's nothing. Our Yulei International is a company run by women. If we don't trust and help each other, we wouldn't have come this far. These are the words of the CEO that I hope you all remember."

The female PRs nodded, putting away their usual playful demeanor, and listened earnestly.

Satisfied with everyone's response, Mo Qianyi turned to Liu Mingyu. "Mingyu, I'll be in the office organizing things. Come to my office in an hour, and I'll hand over your work to you. Also, tidy up your workspace. The CEO will talk to you in the afternoon. Don't be nervous; it's just a simple discussion about your thoughts."

After briefing them on some matters, Mo Qianyi prepared to return to her office. However, at this moment, a younger girl in the office, her eyes red, asked, "Minister Mo, are you coming back?"

Mo Qianyi paused in her steps, stunned and unable to speak.

"Silly girl, Minister Mo isn't leaving the company. You'll still see her when you come to work," another female PR comforted.

"But I still feel sad..." another female PR muttered.

In unison, the female PRs in the office showed expressions of reluctance. Even a few sensitive young girls had tears in their eyes, starting to sniffle.

Mo Qianyi closed her eyes tightly, holding back the tears that welled up in her eyes, and forced a smile. "Everyone, cheer up. As Xiao Meng said, I'm not leaving the company. If anyone misses me, you can come to the floor of the finance department and find me anytime, as long as it doesn't affect work. I welcome you anytime. Today is a day of promotion. I dressed up specially, so don't make me cry and ruin my makeup..."

The girls laughed through their tears, but tears still flowed.

Watching this scene, Yang Chen felt a slight tug at his heart. It felt warm and comforting. It was these beautiful faces that made this group and filled this office with warmth.

As Mo Qianyi walked past him, Yang Chen sincerely said, "Congratulations."

Mo Qianni's lips curled slightly. "Aren't you glad you no longer have to suffer under me as your boss? Now you can play games peacefully every day."

"A bit, but I'll still miss you," Yang Chen replied honestly.

A faint blush appeared on Mo Qianni's face. "Smooth talker. Lucky for me, I don't have to be your boss anymore!" With that, she turned and walked back to her office without looking back.

The personnel changes in the company did not cause much of a stir. For most people, such transfers were not surprising; the only difference was the photos swapped outside the two department heads' offices.

After work in the afternoon, Yang Chen turned off his computer and prepared to go home. Just then, his phone rang. To his surprise, it was Lin Ruoxi calling!

Yesterday afternoon, his wife was in a bad mood, and after he didn't come home all night, he thought she would be mad at him for a while. He didn't expect her to call so soon.

"Honey, you finally remembered me," Yang Chen joked.

There was a brief silence on Lin Ruoxi's end before she finally said, "Are you still at the company?"

"I am. What's up?"

"My car broke down and won't move."

Lin Ruoxi's car was a British-made Bentley Mulsanne. British cars are known for their classic elegance and meticulous craftsmanship. Unfortunately, this stubborn country's cars have a somewhat frustrating flaw. Despite their fine workmanship, the performance and adaptability of the cars often fall short compared to those from Germany or Japan. Even more awkwardly, British cars, whether Aston Martins, Bentleys, or Rolls-Royces, have some minor issues, one of which is frequent breakdowns.

Of course, the technology of these cars is beyond doubt. But it is precisely these advanced technologies that cause these luxury cars to unexpectedly break down due to minor external factors. The most typical example is Queen Elizabeth II's £10 million Bentley, which once broke down and left her stranded in the middle of the road. In the end, the Queen had to take a Jeep home in embarrassment.

Lin Ruoxi's car was immobile, meaning she needed someone to pick her up and take her home! Yang Chen hadn't expected such a strange reason for Lin Ruoxi to call him, but thinking about it, there was no other reason she would call him.

To avoid being seen by others from the company, they agreed to meet at the CEO's parking spot in half an hour. By then, the parking lot would be mostly empty, as Yulei International had no concept of working overtime at the office—any overtime work had to be done at home.

Half an hour later, Yang Chen leisurely walked to where Lin Ruoxi's car was parked. In the illuminated parking lot, Lin Ruoxi stood by her red Bentley, holding a light brown Hermès handbag in her hands. She wore a casual white gauze dress, her black hair flowing like ink, and she stood quietly, looking graceful and demure, a stark contrast to her formidable daytime persona.

Seeing Yang Chen walking over with a smile, Lin Ruoxi felt a bit awkward. Their relationship had become strained just yesterday, and Yang Chen hadn't come home the entire night. She had initially planned to ignore him for a week or two out of anger. However, when her car broke down, her first instinct was to call him, much to her own chagrin.

Unaware of the complex thoughts running through Lin Ruoxi's mind, Yang Chen didn't mind her silence. He walked up to her and extended his hand.

"What?" Lin Ruoxi asked, looking at him in confusion.

"The car keys," Yang Chen said with a smile.

"The car broke down; it won't start," Lin Ruoxi said, frowning.

"Just give them to me," Yang Chen said, wiggling his fingers. "Just because you can't start it doesn't mean I can't."