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Returning to my bedroom, I sat on the bed, tightly clutching the greeting card in my hand. From the moment I saw the handwriting, I knew who it was. But why did she keep entangling herself with me again and again? Wasn’t what I said clear enough? The more I read the contents of the card, the angrier I became. In the end, I tossed both the greeting card and its gift box straight into the trash.
Although Lin Mu Xi had laid everything out clearly, I felt no remorse; instead, all I felt was disgust. Just as I was about to throw them away, a soft thud sounded at my feet. Looking down, I saw a voice recorder lying beside me.
I turned it on, and a crisp voice came through: "What if I could help your Lin family through this crisis?"
Is that true?
The voice must belong to Lin Mu Xi's father. If it is true, then in terms of physical business operations, my Wang family could be considered dominant nationwide. But there’s one condition.
What condition?
I need your daughter to toy with Zhao Lun's feelings and trample on his dignity!
The recording ended there, and I gripped the voice recorder tightly, my fingers turning white from the pressure. After a long moment, a chilling voice filled the room: "Yue Province Wang Family, Wang Ju'en!!!"
As the moon hid behind the mountains, a dazzling light illuminated the world, marking the start of a new day.
It was Monday, just a month away from the college entrance examination. All universities were making their final push after years of hard study. Yet I lazily stepped out of my house and got into the driver’s car to head to school.
With my usual grades, getting into Hu University wouldn’t be much of a problem; top-tier universities were another story altogether. As I sat in the car, I couldn’t help but think about asking Old Zhao about the voice recorder that appeared last night.
Old Zhao confidently told me that Wang Ju'en was one of those who had a marriage contract with me, and her father was none other than the renowned business tycoon Wang Shang.
That certainly matched his name; according to Old Zhao's impression, Wang Shang was someone who could solve everything with money. His family's assets far exceeded Old Zhao's at that time and had multiplied many times since then.
I was still worried about whether confronting their family would have any repercussions for Old Zhao. He noticed my unusual expression and pressed me for details until I finally pulled out the voice recorder from last night.
I admit it was the first time in eighteen years that I saw Old Zhao so furious. Aside from smashing the voice recorder with his fist, he flipped over an entire wooden table! Just like that!
Old Zhao set an example for me; I thought to myself that I would do whatever I wanted, even if it meant going head-to-head with the Wang family.
I had remained calm for so many years, but that didn't mean I was getting old. So, Wang Shang dared to bully my son, did he?
Old Zhao was like a slumbering lion, appearing calm and indifferent to his surroundings. But that didn’t mean he was just a harmless kitten; he was simply focused on his prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. When he did, it would be a fatal blow.
I expected Li Hong to advise Old Zhao as he usually did, but to my surprise, Li Hong stood firmly alongside Old Zhao this time.
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