Porto Contra a Corrente
O mundo doce a dois que eles tinham ficou ameaçado por uma gravidez inesperada. Ela, a campeã de vendas, disse: "Não quero ficar presa às tarefas domésticas e aos filhos. Quem disse que a mulher tem que girar em torno do fogão?" O programador, recém-demitido da empresa, alegrou-se em segredo por finalmente poder ser sustentado sem culpa. Ele sugeriu: "Ei, minha deusa, que tal você trabalhar e sustentar a casa, enquanto eu cuido das tarefas e das crianças?" No entanto, o modelo de homem cuidando do lar e mulher trabalhando fora enfrentou o peso das convenções e preconceitos. Entre discussões e conflitos, eles avançaram passo a passo. Enfim, ela prosperou na carreira, desafiando as adversidades; ele transformou o cuidado com o lar em arte, tornando-se o porto seguro dela e, de quebra, viu sua própria carreira renascer. Na nova era das relações familiares, eles reinventaram seus papéis e floresceram juntos.
Porto Contra a Corrente
The documents were the latest version, sent by me personally to the client and checked over again and again for confirmation. There is absolutely no way I made a mistake.
Cheng Xu sat in the HR office at that moment, facing five senior executives alone. His brows were tightly knit, his gaze resolute, and his words carried an unquestionable certainty.
Around him, the air was thick with tension, the atmosphere so charged it felt ready to erupt.
“Could it be the client wronged you? Cheng Xu, you are not new to this industry. You made such a basic mistake, and you still dare to argue? Have all your professional standards gone down the drain?”
Gao Wei, the top executive, was a balding man. Even as he spoke, the flesh on his face trembled. His scarred fingers tapped the desk, producing a harsh, grating sound.
Cheng Xu sprang to his feet. Though past thirty, he was still slender, proof of years of grueling work.
When he first entered the workforce, he had once taken the blame for something just like this. Learning from bitter experience, he had since become meticulous, always leaving himself a way out. Now he was even more certain: the company was inventing a charge, and if they wanted to condemn him, they would find a reason no matter what.
“I want to confront the client. For all these years, I have worked overtime and burned the midnight oil, leading the team again and again on the front line. Which version of a new product has not passed through my hands? This has never happened before. Not in the past, and not in the future either.”
