Chapter Three: The Unpredictable Ink's Intent

Duan Fei took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. Although her heart was filled with anger, it was fueled even more by a sense of determination. This was not the first time she had faced humiliation from Manager Zhang, but this time, she decided she would no longer suffer in silence.

"Manager Zhang, I know you have your grievances against me, but what the company needs right now are solutions, not infighting." Duan Fei’s words were gentle, yet each syllable struck like a sharp blade, piercing straight to Zhang's weak point.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Zhang's mouth, though he had not expected Duan Fei to respond with such composure. He shed his sarcastic tone and said coldly, "Fine, Miss Duan. Let us see what kind of 'miracles' your innovative proposal can bring."

Duan Fei said nothing more and turned to head toward the office. She knew Beimo needed her support now more than ever. The secretary at the door looked surprised to see her, yet still politely opened the door. Entering the office, Duan Fei found Beimo sitting at his desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard with his brow furrowed in concentration.

She walked quietly behind him and whispered, "Beimo, I have some ideas that might be able to help you."

Hearing this, Beimo looked up at her, his eyes weary. But as he caught the firm gaze in her eyes, a glimmer of hope involuntarily stirred within him.

"Let’s hear it," Beimo said. His voice remained cool, but the gloom that had previously clouded his tone had lifted slightly.

Duan Fei took a deep breath and began to explain her plan in detail. It was a strategy she had carefully considered, aimed at stabilizing the company’s stock price by optimizing the supply chain and market promotion. She knew the plan was not perfect, but it would at least buy the company more time.

After listening, Beimo pondered for a moment with an expressionless face before nodding. "Good, let’s give it a try."

Duan Fei felt a surge of joy and quickly added, "I will arrange the personnel as soon as possible to ensure the plan is implemented smoothly."

Once the execution began, Duan Fei acted swiftly, personally overseeing every step. Her mind was sharp, and she considered every detail with meticulous care. However, she did not realize that Zhang had already set a trap in the shadows, intending for her plan to fail.

A few days later, while patrolling the office, Duan Fei noticed some unusual signs. Certain key data showed anomalies, clearly the result of deliberate tampering. Her heart skipped a beat as she silently calculated a countermeasure.

She did not confront Zhang directly; instead, she skillfully adjusted the data to ensure the core of the plan remained unaffected. Soon, Duan Fei’s plan achieved success on a small scale, and the company’s stock price began to stabilize and even show signs of recovery. Those employees who had originally resisted her began to look at her with newfound respect.

As Duan Fei walked through the company, she could feel the envious and admiring gazes of others, which brought her a profound sense of satisfaction. Just then, the door to Beimo’s office was pushed open gently. Beimo looked up and said calmly, "Duan Fei, come in."

She entered to see a rare expression of approval on Beimo’s face. Her heart raced, but she maintained her composure and asked softly, "Beimo, did you need something?"

Beimo did not answer immediately, instead gazing at her with a hint of complex emotion in his eyes. He spoke slowly, "Your plan... it was good." Before he could finish, the door was suddenly shoved open again; Zhang entered with a dark expression, clearly intent on stirring up trouble.

Beimo’s gaze turned instantly icy, and the air in the room grew heavy.

"Duan Fei," Beimo continued, his voice unusually laced with a hint of a smile—the employees present were stunned; the company's "eternal iceberg" president was actually smiling? "Your plan was executed brilliantly. The stock price has recovered significantly. You did well this time."

Zhang’s face turned green instantly, as if he had swallowed a fly. He had intended to watch Duan Fei make a fool of herself, but never expected her to succeed—and be praised by the president in front of everyone! It was an absolute humiliation.

Suppressing his rage, he forced a mocking smile. "President, this is only a preliminary victory. Isn't it a bit too early to celebrate?"

Beimo shot him a cold glance. "Manager Zhang, instead of questioning the results of others, you should think about how to improve your own work. Meeting adjourned!"

After everyone had dispersed, Beimo rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair, exhausted. Duan Fei’s plan was indeed effective, but their competitors had not given up; instead, they had intensified their efforts, spreading new rumors in an attempt to drive down the Beimo Group’s stock price once more.

"Sigh, these trolls are so hard to deal with," Beimo muttered to himself, his tone laced with helplessness. He picked up his phone, scanned the latest market reports, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

Duan Fei stood quietly by, watching his furrowed brow, and an unusual feeling welled up within her. She hesitated for a moment before saying softly, "Beimo..."

Beimo looked up, his eyes filled with inquiry.

"I..." Duan Fei took a deep breath. "Perhaps, I have a way..."

Looking at Beimo’s weary expression, her heart softened. She bit her lip and repeated, "Beimo, I might have a way."

Beimo looked up, his eyes questioning. To be honest, he did not believe Duan Fei could offer much help. Although the Duan Group was powerful, it operated in an industry far removed from the Beimo Group, and its potential assistance was limited.

"Let’s hear it," Beimo said, his tone flat and unruffled.

Duan Fei took a deep breath and laid out her plan. She intended to leverage the Duan Group’s resources in media and public relations to conduct a positive promotional campaign for the Beimo Group, guiding public opinion to stabilize the stock price. At the same time, she planned to use the Duan Group’s channels to reach out to potential investors and inject new capital into the Beimo Group.

Beimo had initially listened with an indifferent attitude, but as Duan Fei spoke, his gaze gradually grew serious. Her plan, while simple, struck directly at the heart of the issue and was highly feasible.

"This plan of yours is good," Beimo said, his tone carrying a hint of appreciation.

Duan Fei felt a surge of joy but remained composed on the surface. "As long as I can help you, I am happy."

Beimo watched her sincere expression, and his heart stirred. This woman, it seemed, was not as simple as he had imagined.

Following Duan Fei’s plan, Beimo began to take action. The Duan Group’s PR team struck quickly, and article after article of positive coverage appeared in major media outlets, shaping a more prestigious image for the Beimo Group. Simultaneously, the Duan Group’s investment team began contacting interested parties, opening a new chapter for the Beimo Group’s financing.

Through their joint efforts, the Beimo Group’s stock price gradually stabilized, and morale within the company improved significantly. Employees whispered in wonder that this "divine couple" was truly formidable.

Beimo and Duan Fei stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the bustling city nightscape outside, a sense of unspoken understanding flowing between them. Just then, Duan Fei’s phone rang—it was her best friend, Lin Yue.