Chapter 52: Enlightenment Like a Sudden Downpour

Chen Aijia's sudden, intimidating gaze made Anya feel wronged and upset. That man surnamed Yang must have filled her head with something, otherwise, how could she trust him rather than herself?

"Enough. Don’t do things that hurt your own and please your enemies. Go back to work. Don’t interfere in this matter, or you’ll be helping the enemy. Go on." Chen Aijia suddenly thought of herself, her spirits waning.

Was she once seen as someone like Anya? Whenever something unpleasant happened around her, whenever there was any disadvantage, did she instinctively push the blame onto others?

Why did Anya think yesterday’s incident was caused by Yang, rather than solved by him?

Comparing her past self with the current Anya, Chen Aijia saw too many similarities. If she looked at Anya today with her current perspective, wasn’t that just looking at her former self?

At this thought, Chen Aijia broke out in cold sweat. She was suddenly deeply grateful—the enemy wasn’t so powerful after all. Otherwise, with her former tendency to blame others for every misfortune and believe trouble was brought by others rather than resolved by them, who would sincerely help her?

People are the same; nobody likes a colleague or superior who always finds fault in others whenever something goes wrong. The company can offer better benefits, but if the work isn’t pleasant, if the environment is suffocating, what use are those benefits?

The emergence of Wang Hu’s interest group wasn’t accidental. There were so many vice presidents in the company; they could have united to suppress Wang Hu, the vice president in charge of security, but they didn’t. This must have a lot to do with her former style and personality. Even when others did things right, she only viewed problems from the perspective of “trouble” versus “no trouble.” Such a viewpoint inevitably saw only conflict and entangled interests, never the company’s need for proper internal structure and hierarchy.

Thinking back to when she first took over the company, a few vice presidents still supported her. Now, in this vast company, apart from Anya, there wasn’t a single person she could talk to about anything beyond work. Wasn’t this the greatest problem?

The reason Wang Hu’s interest group could take root was due to serious flaws in company oversight and policy enforcement. The fundamental cause was her inability to control the company and her unwillingness to use a gentler, more humane approach to win people’s hearts.

If I have the people on my side, even if all the vice presidents are my enemies, what of it?

Unfortunately, now, no matter what she said, it seemed she was a step too late. The interest group had already established itself within the company, feeding off its resources and growing rapidly.

Chen Aijia let out a long sigh. She knew that her previous methods and temperament, if matched with her status, would barely reach a ten percent compatibility. In the end, it was her own mistake.

This realization brought both relief and panic. She had discovered her own problem, and correcting it wasn’t hard for her. Yet what unsettled her was that the root cause for this self-awareness came from spending so much time with that man surnamed Yang.

How could this be? How could that fellow become the main factor in changing her fate?

Mysterious—well, that could be considered a merit.

Lustful—yes, lustful, and again, lustful. After pondering for a while, apart from being mysterious, the man had no other virtues. As for faults, once she thought of his lechery, there was nothing else to consider. Chen Aijia felt muddled.

How could such a scoundrel become an important figure in her life?

Picking up the phone, Chen Aijia wanted to call Yang Changfeng and have him come up.

But remembering his indifference towards leaving the company, Chen Aijia felt irritated.

Why should I be the one to seek you out instead of you coming to see me?

Lustful wretch!

Chen Aijia pouted and pushed the matter aside, closed her folder, and called the company’s only female vice president. “Sister Su, could you come to my office? I’d like to talk with you for a while.”

Vice President Su was surprised by this call. When had the proud Miss Chen ever spoken so kindly?

Could she be facing some serious difficulty?

Thinking about yesterday afternoon’s incident that made the headlines in Jiangzhou, Vice President Su sighed inwardly. It was a shame; Miss Chen wasn’t someone who could accept advice. She was too self-centered, full of pride but lacking the ability to manage the bigger picture. Such pride was more harmful than helpful to the company.

Perhaps someone wanted to drive out that Yang, the security division deputy captain, and Miss Chen was wavering. To let go of the one man who could make Wang Hu fearful and curb his reckless criminal behavior, simply because of a little pressure—it was time to write a resignation letter and leave the company.

What Vice President Su didn’t expect was to enter Chen Aijia’s office and find her personally brewing coffee. Su was taken aback.

“Sister Su, we’ve known each other for over ten years. In the company, you should be the person closest to me.” Chen Aijia smiled, personally pulling Vice President Su to the sofa by the window—a seat she never allowed a third person to occupy. As she handed over the coffee, she spoke with a sense of nostalgia and added, “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a heartfelt conversation. Thinking about it now, it’s all my fault.”

Vice President Su glanced at Chen Aijia warily, echoing, “No, it’s been fine.”

Chen Aijia smiled, sat opposite, inquired about Su’s family and children, then went straight to the point: “Sister Su, I know most people want me to drive out Yang, but I disagree. Will you support me?”

Vice President Su was stunned again. This was too unexpected—she wasn’t complaining?

“It’s not that he brought me trouble, but that he solved the trouble I was destined to face.” Chen Aijia smiled faintly, stirring her coffee as she spoke softly. “I also realize that the company’s situation, with Wang Hu, the security division captain, growing powerful, is due to my own failings. I’ve alienated the senior management from the company, leading to today’s outcome.”

Lifting her head, Chen Aijia looked at Vice President Su and said firmly, “Since he has the capability, let’s leave Wang Hu in his hands. I am determined to reform the company, cut out some of the useless freeloaders. Sister Su, I’d like you to serve as Group Vice President and concurrently as Chief Financial Officer. Will you stay?”

Vice President Su felt as if she were seeing things, her ears failing, her mind in a haze.

A young woman who could reflect on herself, admit mistakes, and summon the resolve to overhaul the company—was this really Chen Aijia?