Shang Xinglu had just returned and, despite her leg being in a cast, went straight to work at Yunshi.

Even though Yunshi’s office had nothing in it, she still insisted on going.

And she made quite a fuss about it—because of her cast, she had Marilyn buy her cushions, blankets, and all sorts of things, transforming the office into a rest lounge.

Despite her apparent dramatics, her colleagues, who could see the state of her office, didn’t gossip behind her back. Instead, they all gave her sincere greetings…

Well, whether they were truly sincere was another matter.

Maybe it was just because they had all accepted her generosity, and they didn’t dare question—why exactly was this pampered heiress coming to work from nine to five every day?

When Shang Xinglu first arrived, she had given them a reason.

With a delicate demeanor reminiscent of Lin Daiyu from Dream of the Red Chamber, she gently touched her forehead, sighing wistfully, “You see, I have no friends, and life at home is terribly boring. It’s suffocating—I’d probably fall ill from idleness! So, I thought coming to work would make my life feel fuller and more meaningful.”

And somehow, this group of ordinary office workers, whose salaries were at most 20,000 a month, actually believed her.

They bought into the idea that Shang Xinglu came to work in search of the meaning of life!

Among them, only one person saw through it all.

Silently, he mocked, “You guys, earning an average of 10,000 a month, actually feel sorry for a billionaire heiress who will inherit a fortune in the billions?”

Heh.

And the only clear-headed person in the room… was Shang Xingyu.

Unfortunately, Shang Xingyu had neither the right nor the freedom to speak his mind. As soon as he returned from Long Island, New York, fresh off the plane, he was unceremoniously sent back to his dormitory. What a tragedy.

..

Truth be told, before she transmigrated into this book’s world, Shang Xinglu didn’t like working either.

And even after transmigrating, her dislike for work hadn’t lessened in the slightest.

She hadn’t come to Yunshi with her cast-covered leg to gain sympathy—she had no choice but to come.

She had wanted to see Yunshi’s financial reports for a while. But if just anyone could access them, wouldn’t that be a disaster?

She had two options: either seize real power in the company, allowing her to view whatever she wanted, or steal the documents.

The first option?

Emmmm… Let’s not make life too hard for herself.

By the time she actually gained real power, the opportunity would be long gone.

So, she was left with the second option.

Last week, she had to fly to New York for Lin Maoxian’s 60th birthday, which delayed her plans.

When she returned, she used the excuse of sending souvenirs to her colleagues to casually chat with a few girls in the finance department over WeChat.

A few of them mentioned that Yunshi was about to have a company retreat—a two-day, one-night trip to a five-star resort in the countryside.

To ensure business continuity, the employees were divided into two groups. But even so, the number of people in the office would be significantly reduced.

The security systems would remain unchanged, but there would be fewer eyes and ears around.

And right before holidays or company events, employees tended to slack off and lower their guard.

After considering everything, Shang Xinglu decided that this was a great opportunity!

So, the day the first group left for the retreat, she made her move.

Since she had been preparing for this for a while, there wasn’t much to do during the day. She left work as usual and went home. Then, after a while, without telling Marilyn her whereabouts, she took a car back to the company.

Shang Xinglu had an access pass to the building.

As an honorary, non-working “airborne” executive, she could go to any floor without restriction. The only thing she couldn’t access… was the location of classified documents.

But that didn’t matter.

Because before she left work today, she had already swiped an employee badge from one of the finance girls.

Tomorrow, she’d just have to find a way to return it.

She took the elevator up.

…

The office building at night was eerily quiet, making the heavy mechanical sounds of the elevator even more unsettling.

A cold wind blew through the halls, and Shang Xinglu couldn’t help but get goosebumps.

Ding!

The elevator arrived.

She wheeled herself out, maneuvering her electric wheelchair toward the finance office.

Located deep within this floor, the finance office was usually quiet even during the day. Now, standing at the hallway entrance and looking down to the end—under the fluorescent lights, the office was an empty, dark void.

…It looked haunted.

Shang Xinglu, feeling a little guilty about sneaking around, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

She rubbed her arms, trying to smooth down the goosebumps. But it didn’t work.

Staring at the dark abyss ahead, she was suddenly disappointed in herself.

Afraid? Afraid of what?!

She had grown up immersed in Marxism and scientific materialism. How could she believe in ghosts?

She wasn’t scared.

After all, the red scarf she wore as a child was dyed with the blood of fallen revolutionaries!

Clearing her throat, she decided to sing for courage.

“Arise—! Ye who refuse to be slaves—!”

…Yes, she was singing the national anthem.

Humming the melody off-key, Shang Xinglu wheeled herself confidently across the hallway.

At least now, she wasn’t scared. Her mind was too busy trying to remember the next lyrics.

What came after “the most dangerous moment”…?

She couldn’t remember.

Her sense of national pride took a hit.

.

She arrived at the finance office.

Still fuming over her memory lapse, she angrily swiped the badge.

Angrily entered the office.

Angrily turned on the computer.

Angrily copied the documents.

Everything she did was fueled by anger—because she still couldn’t remember the national anthem’s lyrics!

The data transfer reached 80%.

Victory was near!

Just then, she heard the sound of a door opening from the neighboring office.

Footsteps.

Someone was coming!

Panic surged through her.

Who the hell was this?!

And… was it even a person?

A chill ran down her back. She quickly turned off the screen and hid behind a desk, squeezing her eyes shut.

Uh, why close her eyes if she was already hiding?

Because she wanted to look but was too scared to!

She forced herself to peek through a tiny slit.

A figure entered, backlit by the hallway lights.

She couldn’t make out any features—just a tall, shadowy silhouette with no face…

Shang Xinglu: !!!

Was it a person or a ghost?!

Before she could freak out, her phone suddenly vibrated.

The glow from the screen cast an eerie light on her face.

The shadowy figure yelped and stumbled backward, slamming into the glass door with a loud thud.

Then, a trembling voice cried, “Wh-who are you?! Are you human or a ghost?!”

Shang Xinglu: “……”

Oh, come on.

That voice… wasn’t it her idiot little brother?!

And just like that, she wasn’t scared anymore.