quickly urged the people to divide the toys for the children, telling them not to look at anything they shouldn't!Xiaoxing looked at the strawberry cake in her hand, then at the cake in Fu Yan's hand...After sending Song Qing霜 back to Huo's mansion, Fu Yan opened the car and drove to the company. She took a one-hour leave temporarily, and when she arrived at the company, the Monday morning meeting had just ended.

"Fu Yan, please take my place in the manager meeting later. I need to go to the hospital for something." Director Xiao kept Fu Yan behind.

Fu Yan anxiously asked, “What’s wrong Are you feeling unwell”

Director Xiao said, "Aren't I already trying to conceive"

"Are you pregnant" Fu Yan was surprised.

"Xiao General Manager smiled. "I don't know yet, I was supposed to have my period last week, but only had a little blood. I checked online and it said it could be implantation. I think it's best to get checked at the hospital just to be safe."

A trace of suspicion flashed across Fu Yan's eyes, but she maintained a composed expression and nodded. "Then go ahead," she said. "I'll have someone take your place at the meeting."

Back in the office, Fu Yan recalled the strangeness of this holiday and how it resembled what she had told Director Xiao.

A nervous flutter filled her chest. She took out her phone and opened Baidu, just as Xiaoxiao knocked on the door and came in.

"Auntie, take a look at this material. Is there anything else we need to add"

Fu Yan put down her phone and took the folder from Xia's hands. She flipped through a few pages and made notes on them with a pen. "That's about it, and make sure to double-check the data several times."

"Okay, I understand, Sister Yan."

"What time is it" she asked. She had lost her watch last night and didn't know where it was. She usually instinctively checked her watch for the time, but today, without wearing it, she really wasn't used to it.

It could have fallen off Huo Mingzheng's car, or it could be in the house at the Imperial Mansion.

"It's 9:18." Xia replied.

The meeting was held in the conference room on the top floor at 9:30.

Fu Yan packed up her things, picked up her tablet, and said, "I'm going upstairs for a management meeting. Send me a WeChat message if anything comes up."

The large conference room was just downstairs from the CEO's office. Fu Yan just stepped out of the elevator, and the executive elevator beside her opened at the same time, with Fu Hanlin leading his secretary out from inside.

"Mr. Fu," Fu Yan called out.

Fu Hanlin nodded, his gaze sweeping across her face, letting out a hum.

The female secretary beside him smiled and said, "Deputy General Manager Fu."

Fu Yan smiled and nodded, she was used to this nickname. At first, she thought it sounded awkward, but after a long time, she didn't mind it anymore, and even found it kind of cute.

The meeting was mainly for Fu Hanlin to understand the recent situations of each part of the company. After Fu Yan said about the recent cooperation projects, she sat down and listened to what others had to say.

She didn't go to sleep until after 4 o'clock and woke up at 7 in the morning, sleeping for only a little over two hours. The meeting was quite long, she picked up her tablet and couldn't help but yawn.

Fu Hanlin listened to the head of the design department's speech, his peripheral vision caught Fu Yan brushing yawns, and he silently retracted his gaze.

Fu Yan was so tired that her eyelids were twitching uncontrollably. She pinched her thigh and even bit her tongue, but nothing helped.

Her elbow slipped on the table, and her face fell onto it. Her eyelids could no longer stay open.

Everyone in the room had more seniority than Fu Yan, and everyone else was a manager. Only she was an assistant general manager; it was clearly obvious that she was there as a stand-in for the general manager. But she just lay asleep on the table, which immediately caused some people to feel annoyed.

"Mr. Fu, this..."

Sitting next to Fu Yan was the manager of the Market Department.

Fu Yan just fell asleep like that, it's too unruly.

Fu Hanlin remained impassive and calmly said, "Let's continue the meeting."s grip on Fu Yan's waist, and Fu Yan couldn't help but feel that something was off. It felt like Huo Mingzheng's hand trembled slightly, but it vanished in a flash, leaving no trace.>“Past dealings, l...