Daily Life of a Villain at Work [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: The Protagonist’s First Day of Intense Heart-Fluttering~

When she headed down the mountain, Chu Ke thought she was prepared to sign for her delivery.

However, upon seeing an entire semi-trailer truck parked there, her jaw dropped, and she couldn’t hide her stunned, wide-eyed expression.

“Are these… all for me?” Chu Ke pointed at herself, looking completely dazed.

She had expected a van or a small delivery truck, not a massive semi-trailer that looked like it could hold a hundred versions of herself!

“Yes, the sender specifically ordered a dedicated transport for this. Everything inside belongs to you,” the logistics worker said, handing her a clipboard. “Ms. Chu, this is the manifest. Please check it over.”

“Oh, okay… right.” Chu Ke took the list with trembling hands.

As she scanned the long list of items, her expression shifted from shock to realization, and finally, her eyes began to redden with an uncontrollable urge to cry.

The semi-trailer contained a total of five hundred boxes. Each box was packed with a set of extracurricular books, a large backpack, two crossbody bags, twenty blank notebooks, five boxes containing a total of one hundred black pens, loose-leaf binders, file folders, pencil cases, compasses, calculators, sticky notes…

The manifest covered almost every piece of stationery and reading material a student would ever need to purchase, and it even included a thick 1.8m x 2.0m wool blanket as an extra gift.

After reading the list, Chu Ke knew she could never refuse this return gift, no matter how valuable it was. She simply couldn’t bring herself to turn it down.

“Ms. Chu, the sender purchased a door-to-door delivery service for every item. Once you’ve verified everything, you can provide us with up to five hundred addresses, and we will dispatch smaller vehicles to deliver them,” the worker reminded her.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” Chu Ke said repeatedly.

But she knew the person she truly needed to thank was Wen Qingyun, who wasn’t there.

…

“Wait, me?” Wen Qingyun pointed at her own nose. “Mom, you’re not going, so you’re making me go alone?”

“You’re enough. It’s just an ordinary charity auction; most people there will be VPs or Chief Assistants,” Mother Wen said, shifting into “motherly advice” mode.

“The items at the auction won’t have extremely high cash value, so don’t bid more than ten times the starting price. Buy whatever you like, and if you don’t like anything, just win two random items anyway. The money goes to the charity foundation.”

“As for the dinner after the auction, it’s up to you if you want to stay. If you do, remember not to drink, and come home promptly.”

Before Wen Qingyun could protest, the invitation was stuffed into her hand. “After this auction, your job as my little assistant officially ends. I will respect your decision and let you return to the entertainment industry to forge your own path.”

“Xiao Ran will accompany you. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask her,” Mother Wen added.

Wen Qingyun blinked, and then a brilliant smile lit up her face. “Okay, Mom! I’ll complete my final mission.”

“Have fun in the industry, but don’t stay away for months without coming home like before, okay?”

“I know! I’ll come home to be with you whenever I have a break.” Wen Qingyun leaned over to hug her mother, cheek to cheek. “Thanks for caring, Mom~”

Mother Wen smiled and patted her daughter’s shoulder. “I will always be your backup. If you encounter a problem you can’t solve, just come home to me.”

…

There are countless auctions held in the name of charity, with most items carrying sentimental value far exceeding their market price. Rather than just donating, many donors use these events to build a “philanthropist” image.

For a tycoon of Mother Wen’s caliber, who already had independent charitable foundations, attending these “showy” events wasn’t necessary. Usually, Xiao Ran attended in her stead.

To ensure she didn’t embarrass her mother, Wen Qingyun chose a formal outfit paired with a cool, composed makeup look. When she kept a straight face and remained silent, she carried half the intimidating aura of Mother Wen herself.

Standing alongside headquarters executives, Wen Qingyun looked even more outstanding. Her serious expression gave her an air of meticulous thinking, like a seasoned decision-maker.

Even Xiao Ran was stunned for a moment when she came to pick her up. The familiar feeling reminded her of the first time she met the Chairman upon graduating.

“Ran-ran Sister~” Wen Qingyun broke into a smile the moment she saw Xiao Ran, and the icy distance vanished instantly.

“Little Wen Boss, the car is outside. Let’s go.” Xiao Ran quickly recovered her composure.

It seemed she was destined to be a redundant presence today. With this look, how could anyone be blind enough to mess with her at the auction?

Indeed, those who knew Mother Wen recognized Wen Qingyun almost instantly. Their attitudes couldn’t have been friendlier as they scrambled to greet her.

During the auction, everyone gave Wen Qingyun an immense face. The moment she raised her paddle, others stopped bidding. By the end, she had won six of the thirty-five items while spending less than five million yuan.

“Ran-ran Sister, do you think they realized I’m the same Wen Qingyun from the entertainment circle?” Wen Qingyun asked as she skipped the dinner, her blazer draped casually over her arm.

“Hard to say now, but after tonight, they’ll all know that the Little Wen Boss is still active in the industry,” Xiao Ran smiled, opening the car door.

Wen Qingyun tossed her jacket inside and suddenly looked at Xiao Ran. “Ran-ran Sister, does Mom really want me to inherit her business?”

Xiao Ran didn’t answer immediately. She thought seriously for a minute before speaking with sincerity. “Qingyun, more than that, I believe the Chairman wants you to be happy.”

“You’ve realized the purpose of her doing this, haven’t you?” Xiao Ran asked.

Wen Qingyun nodded. “I know. Mom is worried that some brainless person in the industry will offend me, so she’s having me show my face in these circles to let the word spread.”

Xiao Ran sighed. “To be honest, the Vice President (Father Wen) found out a lot of things. Those people in that circle… they touch almost anything. There’s no bottom line for the sake of fame. The Chairman was very worried after seeing those reports.”

“Some troubles can’t be completely avoided even if you go public with your identity. There’s never a shortage of opportunists and gamblers. The Chairman has encountered many, so she’s afraid you’ll suffer where she can’t see.”

Wen Qingyun laughed, a wild and casual grin. “It seems Mom still underestimates me. If she could avoid those pitfalls back then, I can too.”

“If I’m not mistaken, the four bodyguards Sister Xiao found for me were also arranged by Mom, right? They’re very skilled and have clean backgrounds; normal people don’t have access to those resources.”

Xiao Ran was startled, then smiled. It seemed the Little Wen Boss was even sharper than she had thought.

“Ran-ran Sister, you can’t stop eating just because you’re afraid of choking. The entertainment industry is messy, but the business world is a battlefield—it’s just as full of deception and schemes.”

“Maybe a crazy rival will hire a truck to ram me, or kidnap me to force a low-price share transfer,” Wen Qingyun said with a straight face, even providing sound effects. “Being a boss doesn’t seem very safe either; there’s plenty of danger.”

“That’s just stuff from TV dramas. A share transfer signed under duress is invalid,” Xiao Ran laughed, unable to resist patting Wen Qingyun’s head. “Qingyun, have I told you? You are actually very much like the Chairman.”

Wen Qingyun puffed out her chest. “Of course! People have been saying I look like Mom since I was a kid.”

“Not just in looks, but in personality as well.” Xiao Ran patted her head one last time and offered a blessing. “I’ll relay your message to the Chairman. I hope you have fun in the entertainment industry.”

…

After the twenty-one-day “assistant” stint, it was hard to say what Wen Qingyun had gained professionally, but her daily routine had become incredibly healthy—much to Sister Xiao’s amazement.

“If every vacation of yours was like this, I’d consider giving you more long breaks,” Sister Xiao said earnestly.

Wen Qingyun gave her a flat look. “I’m always well-behaved during vacations, okay? It’s those idiots who keep looking for trouble with me.”

“Right, right, their fault. Look at this script.” Sister Xiao stuffed a three-centimeter-thick folder into her hands.

Wen Qingyun flipped through it. “The Green Bamboo script? The director wants me for the third female lead? I haven’t even auditioned.”

“Your image fits the role perfectly. It’s just that your acting hasn’t won any major awards yet, and you’ve spent most of this year in variety shows, so I needed to pull some strings.”

“But nothing beats cold, hard cash. After President Wen dropped fifty million as the ‘Gold Sponsor Mom,’ Director Liu Zhi stopped having objections,” Sister Xiao sighed.

Then, her eyes lit up as she looked at Wen Qingyun. “Qingyun, my dream of becoming a top entertainment executive depends on you. I don’t expect you to build a hundred-billion-dollar empire like Red Stone Group, but just give me a media company worth a billion.”

“Your standards for me are that low?” Wen Qingyun raised an eyebrow, feeling underestimated. “I only have one percent of my mother’s capability?”

“Then give me a company worth ten billion?” Sister Xiao countered.

Wen Qingyun didn’t answer. She whistled and lowered her head to seriously read the script.

…

Meanwhile, Chu Ke became even busier after signing for the delivery. She had to act as a peacemaker among the villagers and conduct field visits to surrounding areas.

Finding five hundred children wasn’t hard—she could just ask school principals for lists. But Chu Ke didn’t want to waste Wen Qingyun’s kindness; she wanted every item in that truck to reach someone who truly needed it.

Only sons were the first to be filtered out by Chu Ke. Even though slogans about boys and girls being equal had been chanted for decades, certain deep-rooted mindsets persisted.

As long as it was a boy, there was rarely a worry about him not going to school. Even if the boy himself didn’t want to study, he’d be sent to school under his parents’ “stick education.”

But girls were different. Even if she ranked first in her class in middle school, it was never guaranteed that she would be allowed to attend high school.