January 4, 2024, Thursday.
Shencheng, Qianhai.
6:20 a.m.
Inside a standard twin suite at an upscale business hotel.
The phone by the pillow had only vibrated once before a slender, fair hand quickly silenced it, as if afraid of waking the person in the neighboring bed.
Zhang Yan gently lifted the covers and stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet.
She glanced at Lu Lu, who was sleeping soundly in the next bed, her lips still smacking slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
She sat up quietly without turning on the main lights, using only the dim glow filtering in from the hallway. She put on her slippers and walked into the bathroom.
After closing the door, she switched on the soft vanity light and began washing up.
It had already been two months since she joined Xingyun International.
Her mother's treatment plan had been fully implemented, and with access to high-end medical resources, her condition had stabilized and was essentially back to normal.
She believed that as medical technology advanced, there would be hope for a complete cure in the future.
Her own life had finally undergone earth-shaking changes as her work fell into place.
She had transformed from a struggling little copy editor into the current "Manager Zhang," responsible for publicity and promotional coordination.
No longer did she spend every day writing cheap marketing copy. Now, she was responsible for assessing the content quality of partners, reviewing press releases from dozens of media outlets, and even directly coordinating with partners such as [Xuanji Light Realm].
She was busy, but immensely fulfilled.
Like a sponge, she frantically absorbed workplace and professional experience.
She also worked hard to push projects forward, even if it often meant working overtime.
What made her feel fortunate was that everything had been