Old Moore heard about her abilities and reputation, and only then went to great lengths to bring her back from abroad to save his Mu Group.

Because she didn’t have a bank account in the country, Feifei Owen transferred all her money to a new account her father had set up. First, her father was already a successful businessman and wouldn’t care about such a small amount of money. Second, there was no need to draw lines between her and her father—as his daughter, even if she gave all her money to him, it wouldn’t be a problem.

But she hadn’t expected that this time her father would pull such a stunt to force her into blind dates, relationships, and marriage. Feifei Owen pouted in anger—not because she cared about the money; she didn’t mind if her father spent it all. It was just that, no matter how she looked at it now, it all seemed like a conspiracy. The five thousand yuan symbolic salary she had agreed upon with Uncle Moore, the contract that only offered a bonus upon reaching the target, and her father using his account to siphon off the money.

Even the sudden push in the third month was clearly premeditated. Everything was aimed at forcing her to date, get married, and have children.

“Damn it, Dad, and Uncle Moore. Do you really think that by ganging up on me and cornering me, I’ll just give in and surrender?” After figuring out all the ins and outs, the cold yet charming face of Feifei Owen showed no trace of anger; instead, she became even calmer, with a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. Crossing her arms, she muttered to herself, “I, Feifei Owen, am not someone who gives up so easily.”

That’s always been her character—the more adversity she faces, the more it sparks her fighting spirit. She likes solving problems and overcoming difficulties, not running away or compromising when faced with setbacks. Otherwise, she wouldn’t love or have chosen this profession.

She took out pen and paper, looked at the salary figure of over eight thousand, and doodled for a while. Soon, she had a plan. First, she called to cancel the hotel room she had booked. Then she summoned her personal secretary... A series of arrangements left her full of passion and motivation, as if she were playing a particularly interesting game—surviving in this world with extremely limited resources.

……

It was eight o’clock in the evening.

Feifei Owen drove herself, moving her luggage piece by piece into the newly rented two-bedroom apartment. Although this two-bedroom place looked a bit simple, and the furniture and decor seemed rather old and worn, she was very satisfied with it. The overall environment was very quiet, and the greenery in the community was lush. Compared to all the new developments with only a few bare saplings, such an old yet clean and tranquil neighborhood was truly rare.

More importantly, this was a teachers’ community, built over a decade ago by pooling funds from the nearby No. 19 Middle School. As a result, most of the residents here were school staff.

Not that the teaching profession is so sacred or above the mundane, but most teachers do value self-cultivation, at least on the surface. And teachers who own multiple properties are usually selective about their tenants, rarely renting to just anyone.

All in all, this quiet and elegant community, peaceful amid the bustle, made Feifei Owen very satisfied. She silently praised her new secretary for being reliable—getting everything done so well in just one day.

Of course, for a CEO to come out and rent a place, and even set a limit of no more than two thousand a month—if word got out, it would be quite a blow to company morale. Besides, with her extensive overseas education and life experience, she valued her privacy and didn’t want anyone to know where she lived. So, when instructing her secretary, she lied and said a distant relative from her hometown needed to rent a place.

This little apartment of seventy or eighty square meters, though small, had everything she needed: two south-facing rooms, a small living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The secretary had already hired a cleaner to tidy up the place and even bought some daily necessities, which was very thoughtful. No wonder—handling personal matters for the CEO, what secretary wouldn’t give it their all?

With her sharp observation and attention to detail, Feifei Owen looked around and noticed some odd details. Judging by the slight stains on the kitchen range hood, this place had been vacant for at least several years.

Such a nice little apartment would be very popular on the rental market. Why hadn’t the owner rented it out? And how did her secretary manage to rent it? During her lunch break, she had checked prices online, and under normal circumstances, two thousand yuan would never be enough for such a great place.

Since she was here, she might as well settle in. Very satisfied with the place, Feifei Owen made a mental note of this favor. However, she was always clear about public and private matters—if she were to repay the favor, it would only be in private.

Feeling a bit hungry, she casually took out the milk and bread she’d brought. Just as she was about to eat, she felt a bit sticky and uncomfortable.