Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 661: Why are you here?

Several days passed, and the time to fly with Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei had arrived. Before noon, Ling Qingyu was in a meeting at the newly established company responsible for CCTVs and a recent government network project.

She had been checking multiple times for any loopholes or issues before leaving the country. Otherwise, problems might arise in her absence.

Although she believed in her staff, who truly knew everything about the future?

"Alright, thank you, everyone, for the report. I see no problems with what you’re doing. Please continue the good work," Ling Qingyu praised her subordinates.

Her passionate words concealed the fact that she hadn’t really been listening much, and her joy almost overwhelmed her rationality.

If not for Athena’s reports and summaries, she might have had no idea what her employees had been saying.

Of course, it was because of her daughter’s presence that she relaxed her strictness and simply enjoyed the moment.

"Under President Ling’s leadership, we’ve been able to overcome difficulties."

"Yeah, President. I used to dislike corporate culture. Before I came here, if not for the necessity of wealth, I faced psychological struggles. But here, it’s the complete opposite—I enjoy my work."

"Glad to hear that," Ling Qingyu smiled. "You don’t need to work until evening. Now that everything is settled, you can go home and spend time with your family."

"Oh no, President Ling. Overtime pay is also an income, right?"

Ling Qingyu rolled her eyes at the speaker. "For this month, I’m not paying anything. If you still want to insist, that’s your choice."

Did they really think she couldn’t cure them? Ling Qingyu thought.

In her opinion, productivity was indeed linked to diligence and discipline, but that didn’t mean overindulgence would lead to outstanding work.

In fact, working too hard sometimes had counterproductive effects. It wasn’t efficient and only wore people down. A balanced life was the true key to success.

Ling Qingyu had come to understand this simple concept more as time went by. Her predecessor had worked tirelessly and nearly destroyed her body.

If not for Tang Ziyi’s treatment, the recovery period, and Miss System’s cheats, Ling Qingyu wondered if she could even be as healthy as an average woman.

Many hidden diseases had been biding their time, waiting to erupt all at once. It was truly deadly.

Now, she didn’t work as hard as she used to, yet she achieved more by delegating, trusting, and motivating her subordinates.

Direct control did work well, but who could bear such a burden for long? Not to mention, people tended to perform better when given trust.

Of course, the carrot-and-stick method was never outdated—it was necessary to prevent certain exceptions from occurring.

Laziness and procrastination were the biggest factors negatively impacting productivity.

In fact, after spending so much time in this world, Ling Qingyu realized something—people weren’t truly lazy.

A more accurate description was that they were lost. No pursuits, no ideals, no ambition.

Without the right direction, people became ’lazy.’

She once thought she could afford to be lazy once she was filthy rich, free from the burdens of the world.

However, her inner hidden ambition proved otherwise. Even with so much wealth at her fingertips, she still pursued her dream world.

What did this prove? Once someone found their passion, productivity was never a question.

As long as people had desire, diligence and discipline came naturally.

Those who worked hard despite going against their wishes were truly admirable, but they wouldn’t last long before they eventually burned out.

After all, who hadn’t seen office workers, stressed and burdened, unable to enjoy their achievements—merely working to meet demands?

Ling Qingyu once read about a research study in which a town received funding every month—more than enough to cover daily needs.

Extra funds were also available for residents to use.

While researchers expected people to become lazy and unproductive, reality completely refuted their hypothesis.

Instead of laziness, people continued to work with smiles, free from worries about food and medicine.

Smiles and joy spread across the town as people became more united, willing to help one another instead of guarding themselves as if everyone had malicious intentions, as they had before.

No burden, no stress—more and more people spent time with their families and worked on what they enjoyed most. Happiness and relaxation bloomed.

Rather than decreasing productivity, the opposite occurred, stunning the researchers. Without worries, a creative mindset emerged among the crowd.

This research result was sealed and never made public. If not for her fortunate encounter, she wouldn’t have even known it had happened.

Probably, some capitalists had their faces slapped and wanted to avoid future troubles. What if their ideological opponents exploited this research to attack them?

A world without worries—it seemed like paradise. Maybe, folks from her previous life would argue that this was communism and would tear apart the logic using various failed examples.

Because this experiment wasn’t studied in detail or repeated, Ling Qingyu couldn’t precisely conclude the relationship between welfare and productivity. Nonetheless, she was inclined to believe that the research shed light on common misconceptions used by the elite circle to mislead the public.

Not outright deception, but misleading them by withholding certain information and steering public opinion in the direction they desired.

"President Ling, is there anything else?" A pretty lady’s voice interrupted Ling Qingyu’s thoughts.

"No, I was just thinking about something else. The meeting is adjourned. See you in a few weeks." Ling Qingyu greeted her subordinates and was soon left alone.

She, Mo Yunxi, and Yin Jingfei would be flying out of the country that evening. She had tried to persuade others to join, but to no avail. Even Amorette and Denise rejected the trip, saying, "Next time."

Only Xiao Yue and a few dozen of her guards would accompany her. As for Tang Ziyi, that bastard had matters to settle with General Tang from Province T due to deep cooperation between their two parties.

For instance, a new large private airfield was being built to house several Y-20s, her extended Airbus A380, as well as Z-8 transport helicopters to serve as a cover.

Although the land was still under construction, meaning Ling Qingyu had to drive to the airport for her private jet, Tang Ziyi had yet to allow her to inspect it—wanting to keep it as a surprise.

Honestly, if not for concerns about registration and transactions, Ling Qingyu and Tang Ziyi would have manufactured the aircraft themselves, ensuring both quality and quantity. However, purchasing them in batches created detection issues for the former.

That evening, Ling Qingyu departed from her new office and greeted Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning, who were immersed in their work, before heading home.

The two policewomen simply waved their hands, unconcerned about the short separation, making Ling Qingyu sulk.

She thought Yang Qingyue might at least feel reluctant to part. It turned out her feelings were one-sided.

Unbeknownst to Ling Qingyu, Yang Qingyue smiled as she gazed at her departing figure with gentle eyes.

Cai Ning shook her head at her pretentious childhood sweetheart, clicking her tongue in envy.

Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei had already arrived, chatting with everyone. A group of girls enjoyed snacks, discussing a vast range of topics.

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Doctor Mo had driven there and decided to leave her car in Ling Qingyu’s care. After all, Ling Qingyu had both manpower and space, allowing her to study without worries.

Otherwise, she might have had to consider selling it or handing it over to friends, which would have been more complicated. With Ling Qingyu, there were zero problems.

Honestly, Mo Yunxi wasn’t used to traveling without the slightest preparation. She and Yin Jingfei had only been busy with visa affairs.

The former felt uneasy, while the latter believed this was exactly how one should feel when traveling abroad.

Afterward, the convoy headed toward the airport. Ling Qingyu was thrilled to fly on her private jet for the first time—especially since it was a big one.

Xiao Yue sat in the co-pilot seat of a Bentley, with Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei seated behind. Ling Qingyu appeared to be driving, but Athena was doing all the work. The rest of the convoy was made up of her guards.

At the airport, the group wasted no time heading to the lounge reserved for her—exploiting benefits from her mother-in-law.

Skipping the daunting lines, Ling Qingyu sighed in relief. Fortunately, she owned a private jet and wouldn’t have to endure such nuisances.

Swiping through customs, Ling Qingyu glanced around and almost tripped, prompting surprised reactions from the girls who had been paying attention to her.

Ling Qingyu’s reaction seemed a little off—especially to Xiao Yue, who knew her best.

Of course, there was a perfectly valid reason for her behavior.

Who had she just seen?

A stallion god—Lin Fan—just a couple of meters ahead, dragging a light carry-on suitcase and a heavy camping backpack.

Shit! She was afraid of Murphy’s Law. When something could go wrong, Lin Fan was sure to be present.

Why on earth was this bastard flying on the same date as her?

Ling Qingyu cursed inwardly but later comforted herself. At least, she was flying on her own jet.

She maliciously guessed that Lin Fan’s flight might run into an accident—a hostage situation or a bomb threat.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan, feeling a stare from behind, looked back. His brow furrowed when he saw his ex-fiancée.

Damn it!

Although this woman was the most beautiful, any accidental encounter with her never led to anything good.

Hopefully, nothing would go wrong on this trip… but why was she keeping her distance?

Did she really think he was cursed?