Manager Shao watched as the young miss flipped through the financial reports.
She was just skimming, her expression blank—clearly not understanding much. She even asked a few painfully basic questions.
Seeing this, Manager Shao sighed inwardly. Not everyone can be like Ye Yun, picking things up effortlessly without prior study.
Still, he didn’t dare slack off. “This is an analysis of assets and liabilities,” he explained patiently. “We assess changes in assets and debts to forecast the company’s financial outlook…”
Accounting was meticulous work—no room for error.
Ye Yun had started in the finance department too. Despite her sharp business instincts, she couldn’t cut it there—one miscalculation got her transferred to planning.
Once the CEO’s back, I’ll just make up an excuse to pass the young miss off to someone else, Manager Shao thought.
Of course, Ye Shaohua understood all this.
She’d founded countless companies herself.
But the original Ye Shaohua hadn’t. She hadn’t even studied properly.
So she couldn’t act like some prodigy who knew everything at a glance.
But the original host had one advantage—she used to be a genius.
And as a former genius, wasn’t it reasonable to grasp concepts quickly? To have a photographic memory?
“The turnover rate last year is identical to 2008’s. That’s a steep drop,” Ye Shaohua remarked, narrowing her eyes at a string of numbers.
Manager Shao, who had been dismissive moments ago, suddenly straightened. “Wait—how do you know last year’s turnover rate?”
The calculation wasn’t on the previous page.
Annual turnover required complex computation—net sales divided by average total assets. The report only listed monthly revenues.
To derive the rate, one had to sum up twelve months’ worth of data—massive figures usually crunched with calculators.
Yet she hadn’t used one.
“The numbers just… appeared in my head,” Ye Shaohua said offhandedly.
Back in the mecha world, she’d computed sixteen-dimensional spatial equations. A simple corporate ledger was child’s play.
But she overlooked one detail—
Her past world was centuries ahead of this one. People’s brains were far more developed; geniuses were commonplace.
Here? This was just an ordinary modern society—where everyone relied on computers and calculators. Sure, mental math prodigies existed, but none could process figures this vast.
Manager Shao had never seen anything like it—not even on Super Brain.
He double-checked last year’s turnover rate.
Exactly as she’d said.
Then he flipped to the 2008 data—also correct.
Not only did the young miss possess inhuman mental math skills, but her memory was flawless too.
It took Manager Shao a full minute to recover. He stared at Ye Shaohua, who looked utterly unfazed, as if this were nothing remarkable.
He’d always heard the CEO boast about his daughter’s brilliance.
But experiencing it firsthand?
This isn’t talent—it’s a humiliation!
The man who’d initially dismissed her now gazed at her like a prized discovery.
This computational ability was perfect for finance. Manager Shao could already envision handing all audits to her.
He’d struck gold.
Sure, the young miss was still green about operations, but—
She’s a born genius!
Finance was made for her!
“Young Miss, you must stay in our department,” Manager Shao insisted. He’d only planned to walk her through one quarter’s reports tonight, but her instinctive brilliance had blown past his expectations.
From zero knowledge, she’d not only kept up—
She’d even spotted an error in this year’s records.
Their financial statements underwent triple verification, with layers of oversight.
Yet she’d caught a flaw at a glance.
Her acuity was terrifying.
Manager Shao was now determined never to let her leave finance—the department that held the company’s pulse.
Even Ye Yun had schemed relentlessly to get in.
Ye Shaohua agreed readily.
By the time Ye Guofu returned from his meeting, Manager Shao couldn’t contain his excitement, showering praise on Ye Shaohua.
Naturally, Ye Guofu beamed with pride.
But others in the company rolled their eyes.
What a bootlicker, they thought, assuming Manager Shao was just currying favor.
Some even smirked and offered hollow congratulations: “CEO Ye, congratulations on gaining another capable daughter.”
The more perceptive managers barely hid their scorn.
That delinquent? Understanding corporate finance?
She just got out of juvie last night! How many times has she screwed up, only to play nice and swindle money from her dad?
Sitting still to review a decade’s worth of accounts? More like stared blankly at papers she couldn’t comprehend.
But none dared voice this to Ye Guofu’s face.
…..
In the car, Ye Guofu’s expression darkened. “I heard Meng Ze broke off the engagement today?”
Ye Shaohua rested her arm on the window ledge. “Mhm.”
Ye Guofu snorted. “I know exactly what he and his father are plotting. Don’t worry—by tomorrow, I’ll have Meng Ze begging to marry you.”
Ye Shaohua tilted her head, her bangs brushing the bandage on her forehead.
She met her father’s gaze, lips quirking. “No need. I’m not interested.”
“Not interested?” Ye Guofu gave her a skeptical look. “I know how obsessed you were with him. Stop pretending. I’ve already spoken to Chairman Meng.”
Ye Shaohua slung an arm around his neck with a roguish grin. “Seriously, Dad—he’s not half as smart as me. If you’re matchmaking, at least find someone on my level.”
This time, Ye Guofu finally registered—
She wasn’t joking.
“What about that finance prodigy from last month? Yun Yi, was it? The foreign business magazines call him the world’s smartest man. Now he’d be a fit…”
The driver nearly choked.
*Yun Yi? The 25-year-old Asian billionaire? The guy half the planet idolizes? Boss really has no shame.*
When they arrived at the villa, Yang Qin, Ye Yun, and Grandma Ye were all present.
For three years, Ye Guofu had avoided staying home—sleeping at the office instead to minimize contact with Yang Qin.
But he tolerated his stepdaughter Ye Yun, even granting her important roles.
Tonight, Yang Qin—despite her pregnancy—had dolled herself up, hoping to catch his attention.
Even Grandma Ye, who normally sneered at Ye Shaohua, held her tongue.
Ye Yun had returned separately. Though Ye Guofu didn’t dislike her, his car only seated three women—Grandma Ye, Ye Shaohua’s mother, and Ye Shaohua.
Ye Yun had never been allowed in.
And today, Ye Shaohua had been personally escorted to the finance department—the most critical division—on her very first day.
It took Ye Yun weeks of scheming to get in, only to be dismissed by Manager Shao for “poor fit.”
The injustice burned.
This is blatant favoritism!
Still, she doubted Ye Shaohua would last. Manager Shao was notoriously inflexible—he’d booted her out on a flimsy excuse, despite her lifetime of experience.
At least she’d survived half a month.
Ye Shaohua?
Pfft.
“Shaohua spent the afternoon at school today,” Ye Guofu announced cheerfully. “With her brains, she’ll ace the college entrance exams.”
Grandma Ye smirked but said nothing.
Yesterday she was bailed out of jail by Ye Yun. Now she’s bragging about being top of her class? Pathetic.
Ye Yun masked her disdain better. “I heard you trained with Manager Shao today, little sister. He’s quite strict, but surely someone as brilliant as you will stay in finance, right?”
She was baiting her.
