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Qin Yao's emotions were in turmoil. The family dinner was just the beginning; she knew that the storm within the the Qin Family had only just begun. As she gazed out at the bright city skyline, her thoughts gradually settled, weaving together the intricate web of power struggles and situations in her mind, becoming increasingly clear.
The next day, Qin Yao appeared at the office as usual, dealing with piles of documents and contracts. On the surface, she seemed calm and composed, but deep down, she understood that this was merely a smokescreen. The real battle was about to commence. The reactions of several elders during the family dinner had made it clear to her— the the Qin Family would not easily relinquish her independence, nor would they allow her to gain power without a fight. Every detail had conveyed a warning.
Taking a deep breath, she looked up at the towering buildings outside. Perhaps she needed to think further ahead.
“Qin Yao, phone call,” her assistant suddenly walked in, interrupting her train of thought.
Qin Yao frowned slightly as she took the call. It was Song Nanshi.
“Qin Yao, the auction market has been quite lively lately; you've been making quite a stir,” Song Nanshi's voice carried a hint of teasing but was laced with concern. “Aren't you afraid of being swept away by this undercurrent?”
Leaning back in her chair, Qin Yao paused for a moment before responding softly, “I'm not afraid because I will be part of the waves, not just a stone tossed aside.”
On the other end of the line, Song Nanshi couldn't help but laugh. “You're becoming bolder. However, I hope you're truly prepared and won't easily tread down the path of confrontation.”
Qin Yao raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. “I've always been ready. You should know my steps are never taken lightly.”
After hanging up, Qin Yao fell into deep contemplation. Song Nanshi was a clever person who could always pinpoint the root of an issue. But she knew that her future was in her own hands. Regardless of external fluctuations, it was only her resilience that would serve as her most reliable weapon.
At that moment, the office door creaked open gently, and Qin Yao looked up to see manager Liu walking in.
“Qin Yao, how is the preparation for today's meeting going?” manager Liu asked, his face reflecting caution and concern.
Qin Yao nodded. “Everything is on track. However, there are some projects that require my personal attention.” Her gaze fixed on manager Liu as she continued, “There's something I need your help with.”
manager Liu paused for a moment before nodding. “Go ahead; what can I assist you with?”
“For the upcoming auction, I need you to help me make some connections, especially regarding certain private resources,” Qin Yao stated evenly but with a strong determination in her voice. “You understand; this is not just about business cooperation; it also involves future planning.”
manager Liu listened, his brow slightly furrowed, seemingly concerned, but he quickly regained his composure. "I understand. You want to use this opportunity to establish your footing in both the family and the market."
Qin Yao chuckled lightly. "No, I’m not just looking to stand firm. I’m paving a whole new path for myself."
manager Liu looked at her, his gaze complex. The young Qin Yao was becoming increasingly inscrutable. The girl who once felt constrained by her family and status seemed to have transformed into someone else entirely.
"Alright, I will do my best," manager Liu said, his voice low and tinged with hesitation.
"Thank you," Qin Yao replied with a smile and a nod. "Don't forget, we are partners."
"Of course, Qin Yao." manager Liu said as he turned and left the office.
Left alone, Qin Yao sat quietly at her desk, her fingers tapping on the keyboard while her mind continued to ponder her next move. She had already found herself caught in the whirlpool of family power struggles, and every choice had to be precise.
Suddenly, her phone screen flashed with a new message. Qin Yao picked up her phone and saw the name on the screen—Li Haowen.
Her gaze momentarily froze as she quickly opened the message: "We can talk about the next auction."
Qin Yao narrowed her eyes, deep in thought. Li Haowen was ruthless and cunning; it was impossible that he didn’t have an interest in her. Yet she also knew that this "discussion" was far from a simple business collaboration.
She swiftly replied: "Time and place."
Moments later, Li Haowen's response was concise: "Tonight, Fenghua Building, ten o'clock."
Qin Yao set her phone down, a glimmer of contemplation flashing in her eyes. Fenghua Building was a luxury hotel owned by Li Haowen, a territory he controlled entirely. This meeting would undoubtedly be fraught with unfathomable intricacies.
Taking a deep breath, she dialed Song Nanshi's number: "I have an arrangement tonight; see you at Fenghua Building."
The voice of Song Nanshi came through the phone, “Are you sure you want to meet Li Haowen? It’s not just a simple exchange; I know his methods. You’d better be careful.”
“I know,” Qin Yao replied calmly. “But precisely because of that, I want to see him even more. We can’t always passively accept the traps set by others; at the right moment, we should strike back.”
After hanging up, Qin Yao adjusted her clothes and put on her favorite deep blue blazer. Each piece of clothing seemed to silently convey a message to the outside world: she was no longer the little girl who could be easily manipulated.
Fenghua Building, ten o'clock.
Qin Yao entered the hotel lobby with light steps and a composed gaze. She was prepared; regardless of the outcome of this meeting, she would gain something from it.
Li Haowen sat at a round table by the window, his sharp eyes watching her approach. Their gazes locked, and it felt as if they had entered a world that belonged solely to them.
“Qin Yao, I didn’t expect you to come find me in person,” Li Haowen said in a low voice, tinged with mockery.
“I don’t have time for your schemes,” Qin Yao replied bluntly, a cold smile in her eyes. “But there are some things I think you should understand: I’m not so easily controlled.”
The corners of Li Haowen's mouth lifted slightly, a glint of calculation flashing in his eyes. “I never underestimate anyone, Qin Yao. You’re a clever girl.”
Their words were charged with tension, and the air seemed to crackle with an impending explosion.
This power struggle, the real contest, was just beginning.
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