With her piece said, Meng Lan stared at her, her eyes fixed on Xiang Wan, waiting for a reaction. The hostess position was one thing—a role for pretty young faces. But the cleaning department… that was a different story. It was a grimy, thankless pit, the kind of place where they put middle-aged women with nowhere else to go. To Meng Lan’s disappointment, Xiang Wan’s expression didn't flicker. She offered only a quiet “Mm,” and said nothing more. Meng Lan arched an eyebrow. “Nothing you want to say?” Xiang Wan shook her head. “A job’s a job, as long as it pays. Besides, Mr. He gave the order himself. Anything I say would be pointless. Why make him angry for nothing?” Meng Lan found herself genuinely admiring the woman. After a pause, a frank smile spread across her face. “Well, if you have no objections, pack your things and go report to them.” “Okay. Thank you, Ms. Meng.” Watching Xiang Wan head back to her dorm, Meng Lan stood in the hallway for a moment, thinking. Then, she pulled her phone from her purse and dialed a number. The call connected almost immediately. “Yes? What is it?” “Just as you ordered, I’ve transferred her to the cleaning department.” He Hanchuan was in the middle of reviewing a document. As he listened to Meng Lan on the phone, the hand turning the page stilled. A moment passed before he asked in a low voice, “What was her reaction?” “No tears, no drama. She took it calmly, just accepted it.” “Is that so?” He frowned, raising a hand to rub his throbbing temples. “In that case, feel free to give her some extra work. Considering her age, she’s the youngest one in that department. It’s only right that she does a little more.” Meng Lan hesitated for a second. “Mr. He, isn’t that a bit harsh? She’s still just a girl…” He Hanchuan said nothing, and Meng Lan immediately realized she had overstepped. Her stomach tightened as she quickly changed the subject. “By the way, the young master of Qingfeng Properties is hosting his birthday party here next Monday. Will you be coming?” “Yes.” “I’ll prepare your favorite wine, then.” “You handle the arrangements.” After hanging up, He Hanchuan tried to focus back on the document in front of him, but the words wouldn't register. No tears, no drama, just calm acceptance? Heh. Xiang Wan, you just keep finding new ways to surprise me. He refused to believe it. How could two years possibly grind away a person’s entire nature? He’d see just how long she could keep up the act. … “Hey! The women’s restroom is out of hand soap! Get on it! What are you waiting for, me to do it for you?” Xiang Wan had just finished a private room where guests had been drinking and partying. She’d spent the entire afternoon just scrubbing vomit, and her back ached so badly she could barely straighten it. The moment she finally sat down for a sip of water, the patrolling supervisor was shouting at her again. “You’re useless. Are those big eyes of yours just for show?” The endless tirade followed her as she walked away. Xiang Wan tuned it out, grabbing a new soap dispenser and heading into the women’s restroom. She’d been in the cleaning department for a week now. She no longer had to be on public display, no longer had to worry about being recognized by an acquaintance at the entrance. It was exhausting, but in a way, she felt a sense of security. She quickly replaced the soap dispenser and was heading out with her cleaning caddy when she found the sharp-tongued supervisor waiting for her right outside the door. “Finished, are you? Good. Now go up to the rooftop and lend a hand.” “The rooftop?” Xiang Wan then remembered that a major client had booked the entire rooftop for a birthday party tonight. Frowning, she said, “Supervisor, it’s already eight-thirty. My shift is over, and I haven’t even eaten all day…” “What?” Hearing Xiang Wan’s reluctance, the supervisor’s voice shot up into a screech. “We’re short-staffed right now, and you want to go eat? Does the company pay you to walk out when you’re needed most? If that’s how you feel, then maybe you should take it up with Ms. Meng and see what she arranges for you!” Telling Ms. Meng was the same as telling He Hanchuan. A knot formed in her stomach. “Please don’t tell Ms. Meng. I’ll go right now. Please, don’t be angry.” “That’s more like it. Now hurry up, stop dawdling!”