Chapter 9

In the morning, Nan Song had already made her rounds through various departments at the group headquarters.

Nan's Group started its journey in the jewelry industry, focusing on high-end luxury brands. Founded by Nan Song's father, Nan Ning Song, the business expanded into hotels, equestrian clubs, antiques, dining, film, and real estate, among other fields. The group once dominated the market in Nan City, with Nan's Jewelry being the designated special distributor for DT, the world's largest diamond trading company, and a selected diamond merchant for the international mining company RG, achieving a legendary status.

The only other company to receive such honors was the Yu's Group from North City. The two groups stood on opposite sides of the river, never interfering with each other.

Employees sat at their desks, pretending to work diligently while occasionally stealing glances at the new president. "Wow, our President Nan has such a great figure!" they whispered.

Unlike her white suit from the previous day, Nan Song wore a dark blue jumpsuit that highlighted her slender and well-proportioned figure, exuding both elegance and a sense of capable leadership.

Unable to resist capturing the moment, an employee secretly took a photo of Nan Song from behind and posted it online, captioning it, "Seeing our new boss's back makes me want to kneel and pledge my allegiance!"

As a minor influencer with over 200,000 followers, her post quickly garnered numerous likes, comments, and shares.

The comments were flooded with praise, "Wow, is this really a real-life female president? Her figure and aura totally outshine celebrities!"

"I'm so jealous that you get to see a living, breathing beauty president!"

"I'm swooning!"

"Just because of the background of this beauty president, I'm going to apply for a job at Nan's Group tomorrow!"

As soon as Nan Song entered her office, she kicked off her high heels and slipped into slippers. Vice President Jiang Fan followed her in, closing the door behind him, and couldn't help but laugh, "Your feet must be sore after walking all morning."

"I'm not used to wearing high heels anymore," Nan Song sighed lightly. "I've only been gone for three years, and the group has fallen into such disarray. The departments are so lax, and how many of the employees who seem diligent are actually working?"

Jiang Fan took out some ointment from the first aid kit and knelt on the carpet to gently apply it to Nan Song's blistered feet.

"This is what happens when the leadership is off; the rest follow suit. Nan Ning Bai introduced a departmental performance competition model that doesn't account for individual KPIs. Since everyone shares the same pot, whether you work more or less makes no difference, so who would bother to put in the effort?"

Nan Song couldn't help but scoff, "My uncle came from a state-owned enterprise and directly transplanted that old system into the group. That's why my father never involved him in the business back then—stupid groundhog."

It wasn't that he didn't want to involve him, but it was just too difficult. Jiang Fan blew on her foot, causing Nan Song to curl her toes and frown, pulling her foot back, "That tickles, let it dry on its own."

Her feet were thin and small, with chubby toes that looked quite adorable. Jiang Fan smiled warmly, looking up at her, "It's good to have you back."

Nan Song sat cross-legged on the sofa, complaining, "Coming back to clean up this mess isn't good for me."

"You can do it," Jiang Fan said with unwavering confidence, like a soldier about to go into battle who has found a general to lead the charge, giving him the backbone to fight valiantly!

Nan Song put away her childish expression and turned serious in an instant, "Two things, take note."

"Please go on."

"First, the land that Nan Ning Bai and Nan Ning Zhu acquired in the northern suburbs won't be used for a golf course anymore. I have other plans for it."

"Understood."

"Second, we can launch the new jewelry series event with the theme 'Rose.' Have the operations department start an online discussion topic to collect love stories. The top ten most popular stories will receive a free diamond ring from Nan's Jewelry, and company employees can also participate. Also, have the design department use these love stories as product concepts, and post the designs online for voting. The top ten designers will have their performance bonuses doubled for the month."

"Understood," Jiang Fan responded, unable to help adding, "You're really going all out this time."

Nan Song smiled faintly, "Desperate times call for desperate measures. If you don't put out the bait, how will the fish bite? Go ahead, the era of sharing the same pot is over."

As soon as Jiang Fan left, the phone rang. It was Butler Zhao calling to say that Nan Ya was causing a scene at Rose Garden.

"Don't indulge her antics, just put her in confinement and let her reflect on her actions. If she's too noisy, gag her... Jumping out the window? If she really has the guts and ability to do that, let her jump. It would save me the trouble."

Butler Zhao had been her mother's right-hand man. After Nan Song 'died,' Nan Ning Bai and Nan Ya found an excuse to dismiss Butler Zhao, but Bai Qi took her in. Now, Nan Song has brought her back.

With her managing the household, Nan Song felt at ease. No matter how much Nan Ya stirred, she couldn't cause much trouble.

Just as she hung up, her phone rang again. Seeing it was Bai Qi calling, Nan Song wasn't very keen on answering, knowing it probably wasn't good news, "What is it?"

"Listen to that impatience in your voice. It's nothing major, but it might just piss you off. Go check online. Your ex-husband seems to have been brainwashed by a fox spirit, spouting nonsense and actually calling you the other woman!" Nan Song frowned, swiped her phone open, and saw a trending topic #Yu Jinwen and Zhuo Xuan's Wedding#. She paused, then clicked on it, finding a lengthy post.

The post was published on the official Weibo of Yu's Group, spanning over a thousand words. It first announced the wedding, then detailed the couple's love story, subtly implying that Ms. Zhuo Xuan was the one Mr. Yu Jinwen had always held in his heart. As for the passerby who had once been married to Mr. Yu, a simple country girl who had never seen much of the world, she was portrayed as the third party who had intervened.

It also mentioned that Ms. Zhuo Xuan had infinite tolerance and forgiveness for Mr. Yu's past, sincerely wishing Ms. Lu well, hoping she would find someone who truly loved her and was of equal social standing.

"Hah," Nan Song laughed out of sheer disbelief. What kind of nonsense was this?

"How about it? Are you fuming?" Bai Qi sounded even angrier than Nan Song over the phone, "Yu Jinwen actually dared to say that. Who plastered his face with such thick walls? Wait, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!"

"No need," Nan Song said calmly, "Yu Jinwen wouldn't do something like this. This brainless elementary school essay clearly comes from Zhuo Xuan."

"At a time like this, you're still defending that scoundrel!"

"I'm not defending him, just stating facts."

Nan Song glanced at the Yu's Group official Weibo icon and the posting time, smiling coldly, "No need to take down the trending topic. Recklessness comes with a price. The headache now belongs to someone else."

After hanging up, she skimmed through the post again, treating it like a joke.

When she married Yu Jinwen, it was always for the person, never caring for the empty title of Mrs. Yu.

Lu Nan Song was dead. From the moment she signed the divorce papers, she decided to leave that man behind. Since she no longer wanted the person, the title meant nothing to her—let whoever wants it have it.