The Qing's Mansion

Over the next few days that Feng Xuan was slumping towards her own work, she tried her best to set up the party that Qing Chen's new investment deserves. She knew how she was coming off to some people now, like she was some bird who perched on things that were interesting to her then fly away once there was nothing else over there.

She actually thought about making a joke about herself for it. She knew that her cousin Wang Yimin was already thinking about it. She had been gone from the office for almost a week now. But of course, it was Wang Yimin the perfectly good girl and only said she was hoping that Feng Xuan was doing something that was making her happy.

"What's on the agenda today?" she asked Qing Chen over their morning coffee. She had been up for almost two hours now. She was done with her morning sweat hours and she was feeling energetic with her second cup of caffeine.