The Fatty had originally expected Wang Qiqi to regret her decision immensely. Although she enjoyed a good deal of freedom at the company, it couldn't compare to being at home. He hadn't anticipated her recovering so quickly, even if the reason she gave was quite peculiar. "Don't worry, it won't be your man who loses out in the end." The other party would be the one taking the loss.

Wang Qiqi certainly knew this. "So, in the future, I'll just have sons, and let someone else's daughters take the hit. But Han Tao is my man; he won't lose out, but I will," she thought. If Han Tao hadn't been mistaken that day, who knew what Anne’s private life was really like. What if she carried some kind of 'A' disease? Wouldn't that ruin her and Han Tao? Of course, Wang Qiqi wouldn't share this worry with the Fatty; it was, after all, someone else's private matter.

The Fatty, for his part, couldn't see what the woman stood to lose. Perhaps Han Tao might even learn something, and in the end, Qiqi would be the one benefiting. However, the Fatty only dared to voice this thought internally. To say it in front of Wang Qiqi, he absolutely lacked the courage. "Ah, it’s getting late. Why haven't they arrived yet?" The Fatty let out a massive yawn, noticing his eyes were utterly exhausted, drooping uncontrollably. He knew his sleep quota had been reached and decided not to wait for Han Tao anymore; he would find out the answer tomorrow anyway.

"Right, are we running tomorrow?" the Fatty asked, still yawning, voicing the question that interested him most. He fervently hoped he wouldn't have to run in the morning too. "My Weiwei said she wants to run in the evening too." Two runs a day sounded good, but it was just too tiring.

"Then we won't run in the morning." Wang Qiqi had initially wanted to tease the Fatty a bit; his pitiful appearance was genuinely amusing. But then she considered how decent someone had been earlier, keeping her company to alleviate the loneliness of waiting for Han Tao. Besides, in a few hours, he would be informed that the morning run was canceled. Why make him worry himself to sleep? It was better to sincerely earn some goodwill instead.

No morning run! The Fatty was overjoyed. "Don't worry. I will definitely run tonight, and I'll run with my Weiwei." Lately, the Fatty had been busy catching up on work. Even though they lived under the same roof, he felt moments of awkward silence between him and Weiwei, which worried him. He wanted to say something to her, but he always felt there was nothing to talk about. Now, this was a perfect start—daily runs together.

Wang Qiqi had intended to warn the Fatty not to think that skipping the morning run excused him from the evening one. She hadn't expected him to be so enthusiastic, which greatly surprised her. Still, it was good to have Lu Qiaowei supervising him, saving her and Han Tao from having an unnecessary third wheel when they ran. "I'm going to bed too," Wang Qiqi said, realizing she couldn't wait up either. She was exhausted. Earlier, she felt her work was smooth sailing—just staying near Han Tao was enough. Now that she knew how formidable Anne was, Wang Qiqi knew she had to give her all.

Wang Qiqi didn't know when Han Tao had returned. She only realized that when she woke up, Han Tao was sleeping on the other side, soundly. Judging by the relaxed expression on his face, Wang Qiqi surmised yesterday's negotiation had gone quite smoothly, or perhaps the issues between the two of them had been mostly resolved.

"Han Tao is back, right?" As Wang Qiqi stepped out of the room, she saw the Fatty swaying slightly as he emerged from the restroom. "I saw his car. Oh, I’m going in late today, so you can take Han Tao's car; I’ll head in with him later." This gave her a chance to ask about the outcome of yesterday's discussion.

"Okay." Wang Qiqi knew the Fatty was eager to know how their discussion went yesterday. "Right, when you head out, do me a favor and ask for the phone numbers of those Japanese and Mexican restaurants. Getting menus would be even better." Wang Qiqi had initially planned to ask herself, but then she realized that since she was going to work so early, the places might not even be open yet. Since the Fatty and the others were leaving later, she delegated the task to them.

"Deal." The Fatty knew that Wang Qiqi calling out to him meant no good news. See? Even his slight delay in going to work didn't stop her from assigning him a chore. "Oh, and don't order lunch either. We'll bring sushi to the company."

Sushi. Wang Qiqi wasn't overly thrilled, but it was certainly better than fried food. "Just regular seaweed-wrapped rolls will be fine for me."

The Fatty knew Wang Qiqi disliked raw food. "We'll see when the time comes. The point is, I won't get anything raw for you." The Fatty had eaten Japanese food twice and didn't think it was that terrifying. If the chef handled it properly, the food was genuinely delicious. It was a shame Qiqi didn't like it. He thought about how much of a pity it was not to share such wonderful food with her. "Qiqi, when you have time, let's go eat at a Japanese place. The one near the company is just okay; their sushi is passable. There’s another one not far from home—the taste is truly excellent. Han Tao and I passed by it once when we were buying supplies, and even Han Tao said it was good."

"I don't like it," Wang Qiqi refused repeatedly. "If you guys like it, then go ahead and eat." Wang Qiqi was worried that the bacteria on raw food couldn't be completely eliminated, so she had always been averse to raw cuisine.

Wang Qiqi nodded to Anne at the reception desk before heading into her workspace, but unexpectedly, Anne called her back. "Angel, here are a few orders. Handle these." Anne had been staring at the elevator entrance for a long time, noticing no one emerging. She found it very strange. It was almost time to start work, yet Tao still hadn't arrived. Tom sometimes worked late or came in late, but Tao never did this. Still, she couldn't ask Angel. After all, the three support staff in the whole company were the only ones required to adhere strictly to office hours.

Wang Qiqi hadn't expected to be processing orders. She glanced at the folder and saw they were all routine tasks for the front desk. "This doesn't seem to be what I’m responsible for," she said. Wang Qiqi had discussed this with John yesterday; her role was only to manage John’s, Tom’s, and Han Tao’s affairs, maybe ordering meals on the side. She hadn't expected Anne to start assigning her work on the very next day. "I am responsible for John's, Tao's, and Tom's orders. Other than that, shouldn't it all be your responsibility, Anne? I'm sorry, but this isn't mine." Were they trying to bully her because she was new? But she had heard that Chinese people were usually modest and liked to work; she hadn't expected Anne to be this audacious. "You—don't you have very little to do? I have too much work; can't you help me out?"

Too much work? Wang Qiqi leaned over to glance at Anne's desk, spotting a mirror and nail polish. "You have time for nail polish, but no time for work? Does this mean in the future I can do my personal errands and push my work onto you?" They were really taking advantage of her being quiet. "I recall Tao saying the front desk work wasn't that much, but hearing you now, it sounds like you can't keep up. Really, if that’s the case, your work efficiency..." She hadn't expected this wretched woman to show her absolutely no respect. "My work efficiency is my business, but your attitude..." So what if you have a Master's degree? You're still just a little assistant here, with less prestige than I have.

Oh, now you want to argue? "How my attitude is isn't important; what's important is your incompetence. I think I can suggest to John that he fire you." Fired would be good, so no one would keep eyeing her man. Wait, hearing Anne suggest complaining to John about firing her completely startled Wang Qiqi. If Anne suggested it to Tao, that would be normal, but suggesting it to John? Did those two have some secret affair? Anne's eyes kept darting over Wang Qiqi.

Great, someone thought she and John had some under-the-table secret. "Of course, our relationship is good. We've known each other for so many years, and we’re partners. John manages the company, so who else should I talk to? Can a shareholder not suggest to John that he fire someone who is incapable of doing their job?" Wang Qiqi said to Anne with a slight smile. Since the fact that she was a shareholder would soon spread anyway, she might as well crush Anne today. Didn't Anne rely on being a veteran employee to try and suppress her? Well, she would let Anne know not to get too complacent, because if she did, she’d be kicked out immediately. She hadn't realized she was a shareholder, too! At this moment, Anne recalled the company saying most shareholders were Chinese, with only John being an exception. In her mind, shareholders should at least be older or extremely powerful. Who knew one of the shareholders would be this person standing before her, looking like a high school student? "You are a company shareholder?" Good heavens, no way.

"Can't I be?" Wang Qiqi thought. Although she was young, starting businesses in the US at her age wasn't unheard of. She certainly wasn't that eye-catching for her age. "Alright, focus on your work. Stop trying to push your tasks onto others. If you can't handle these duties, then resign automatically." After saying this, Wang Qiqi turned and walked back to her office to work, leaving Anne completely dumbfounded. She had intended to trip up Angel, but who knew she was actually a shareholder? With this realization... Anne had been planning to complain about how arrogant Angel was, how she relied on having a shareholder boyfriend, and so on. But now that she learned Angel was also a shareholder, coupled with this incident, Anne knew she absolutely couldn't tell the truth, or she would be the one getting an unpleasant reception. But for Anne to just give up now was impossible. She had worked at the company for several months. Although it was small now, it would definitely become a company with infinite potential in the future. As a founding employee, wouldn't her future benefits be substantial? RP