In front of the shareholders and senior executives, Madam He announced that the He Group would have no further connection with He Xiuyuan, and that she would transfer the inheritance rights to her own biological son, He Ting'an.
He Xiuyuan was utterly devastated.
Not long ago, he was still high and mighty, commanding respect.
Yet, in the blink of an eye, he had lost everything and was reduced to a pitiful state.
He had lost his marriage, his career, and even his birth parents.
He Xiuyuan's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, an unbearable agony.
He knew that all of this was his own doing.
If, during his upbringing, he had listened to Madam He, followed her guidance on how to conduct himself, and refrained from those rebellious acts, perhaps she would have still considered their years of mother-son bond.
He Xiuyuan lowered his head, which throbbed with pain as if about to explode, and left in utter dejection.
Some mistakes, once made, are a life sentence.
Even if he regretted it to the core of his being, there was no chance for a do-over!
Madam He was able to reunite with her son, and the person she was most grateful to was Wen Yan.
"I've reserved a private room at the Imperial Court Club. Miss Wen, I'd like to invite you and your family to dinner. I hope you won't refuse."
To express her gratitude to Wen Yan, Madam He also decided to gift her 5% of the He Group's shares.
Faced with such a generous gift, Wen Yan waved her hand. "Madam He, if you wish to give a gift, please give it to Sister Wanyu instead!"
Although she loved money, she wouldn't take what wasn't rightfully hers.
Helping Madam He find her biological son was also because she wanted to help Sister Wanyu; stumbling upon this extra layer of the 'melon' (gossip/drama) was a fortunate coincidence.
[Ding! Dislike value decreased by 8, now at 10.]
[Ding! Good deed value increased by 30, now at 50.]
Hearing Dabai's voice, a light sparkled in Wen Yan's beautiful eyes.
[Wow, not bad, not bad. Helping others really can reduce dislike value and increase good deed value.]
[Dabai, I love you, mUa~]
Dabai: [Host, don't love me, or your Iceberg Si will get jealous.]
Wen Yan gave a light hum. She wouldn't care whether Si Moyan got jealous or not!
Anyway, even if he did get jealous, it wouldn't increase his heartthrob value for her!
As Wen Yan was leaving the He Group and about to get into the car, she heard Dabai's voice: [Host, you have a new love rival.]
Wen Yan checked the system.
[Wow, so it's Lucy, the daughter of Iceberg Si's client William from abroad. She's come to the capital.]
[She's on the phone with Iceberg Si right now, using the pretext of business cooperation to ask Iceberg Si to personally pick her up from the airport!]
[Oh dear, according to the system's text description, Lucy has an absolute angel face and a devilish figure, captivating to both men and women. Anyone she sets her sights on, regardless of gender, can't escape her grasp!]
[We caught a brief glimpse of her in the last video call; she really is a stunning mixed-race beauty. I wonder if Iceberg Si will be smitten when he meets her in person?]
In the business van.
The Si family members shot warning glances at Si Moyan: he absolutely must not develop feelings for any woman other than Wen Yan.
Si Moyan hung up the phone, his handsome brows furrowed as he instructed, "Second Brother, go pick her up from the airport."
Si Jingyi touched his nose. "Why me?"
Grandpa Si, "Because you're the ugliest in the Si family."
Si Jingyi, "..." Why the personal attack on looks? Besides, where is he ugly?
Grandpa Si saw through Si Jingyi's indignant thoughts. "Even a transgender person loved you. If you're not ugly, who is?"
Si Jingyi really felt like bashing his head against a block of tofu.
"Fine, I'll go! Just don't attack me with that incident anymore, Grandpa!"
After Si Jingyi left, Wen Yan got into the business van.
"Xiao Yan, we've been in the capital for a while now. Your fifth brother is about to participate in the city swimming competition soon. We all need to go back together to watch the match!"
With Old Five's skill level, he should be able to win the championship, and then he can enter the provincial team.
[He's in the throes of love right now; how would he have the mind for a competition?]
[Sigh, being born into a cannon fodder family is tragic. Old Five's fate is also full of hardships. This relationship he's in will ruin his entire life.]
Grandpa Si's white beard suddenly twitched.
Would Old Five also run into trouble?
However, after the initial panic, he quickly calmed down.
With his eldest grandson's wife here, Old Five's cannon fodder fate would surely be changed.
Grandpa Si took out his phone, lowered his head, and sent a message to Si Yubai.
「Old Five, your competition is next week. Grandpa will bring your eldest sister-in-law to watch. Looking forward to your outstanding performance.」
After sending the message, he received no reply.
But Grandpa Si was used to it. Old Five was quiet and reserved, with a mild form of autism.
...
Imperial Court Club.
Madam He and the He Qingyuan couple warmly entertained Wen Yan and the Si family.
Since Wen Yan refused to accept Madam He's shares, Madam He immediately finalized a rather significant cooperation deal with the Si family.
Wanyu also offered to write the theme song for Si Jingyi's new drama.
Qi Hong, sitting next to Wanyu, glanced at Si Jingyi. "Didn't Second Young Master Si email me before, inviting me to be the screenwriter for your new drama?"
Facing the screenwriting maestro, Si Jingyi nodded excitedly. "Yes, yes!"
"If Xiao Yu is writing the theme song for you, I can also be your screenwriter."
Si Jingyi immediately pinched the philtrum above his lip, feeling so excited he was about to faint.
Now, for the drama "Guilty," not only did he have the support of the original author, but he also had the strongest theme song and the best screenwriter. It would be hard for him not to become a top-tier director!
After the meal, Wen Yan planned to play some pool to help digest the food when suddenly the sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed.
The private room door was pushed open, and Lucy entered, wearing sunglasses, with an angelic face and a devilish figure.
Lucy's gaze swept across the room and finally settled on Si Moyan.
Si Moyan frowned slightly. "Miss Lucy, what brings you here?"
Lucy lifted her chin. "President Si, I wonder if you remember. A year ago in Paris, you helped a girl who was being robbed. That girl was me. I fell in love with you at first sight."
Si Moyan sat on the sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed. His handsome features were cold and expressionless. Faced with the confession from the stunning mixed-race beauty, his eyes showed no ripple of emotion. "I recall mentioning during our last video call, to both you and your father, that I have a wife."
Lucy raised an eyebrow, wild and bold. "So what? You haven't held a wedding ceremony, haven't announced it to the world. It's clear you have no feelings for her! Just divorce her and be with me. Our William family can help your family become the richest in China!"
Wen Yan, who was playing pool, stopped her actions.
Wow, truly a chaebol heiress, radiating extravagant wealth!
Si Moyan's brow darkened.
In Wen Yan's mind, was Lucy only impressive for her wealth?
She was openly trying to steal her man, and Wen Yan felt no sense of crisis at all?
Wen Yan looked back at Lucy.
She truly was the mixed-race beauty described in the system. Her pair of azure blue eyes were like the sea, deep and mesmerizing. Her nose was high and straight, her lips a bright red. She possessed both the sharp features of a Westerner and the delicate contours of an Easterner.
The combination was just perfect, no wonder she was called an angelic beauty.
[She's the type of great beauty who would look good even in a nylon sack.]
[Love it, love it.]
"Miss Lucy, our Si family doesn't need to rely on marriage alliances to become the wealthiest in China. What's more, our sister-in-law is both beautiful and outstanding. Even if you could make us the richest in the world, our Si family wouldn't be interested!" Si Jingyi immediately jumped in.
Grandpa Si and Si Youyou nodded in agreement.
Lucy glanced at Si Moyan, "In all my life, this is the first time I've taken the initiative to confess to a man. Are you sure you want to reject me?"
Si Moyan remained expressionless, cold as ice. "I'm not interested in women who try to break up other people's families."
Lucy gritted her teeth, a flash of shame and anger crossing her stunningly beautiful face. She turned to look at Wen Yan, who was holding a pool cue. "You must be Mrs. Si?"
Wen Yan smiled and nodded. "That's right."
Lucy looked Wen Yan up and down. She was indeed just as beautiful, though her chest wasn't as fiery hot as her own.
"Let's have a game of pool. If you lose, you divorce CEO Si immediately!"
Wen Yan looked at the fiercely individualistic Lucy and found it somewhat amusing. "And if you lose?"
A look of utter disdain appeared in Lucy's eyes. "I can't lose. But if I really did, I'd give you two handsome men."
Lucy clapped her hands.
The private room door opened, and two mixed-race boys, tall with long legs and impossibly handsome faces, looking to be only eighteen or nineteen, walked in.
Wen Yan's hands, holding the pool cue, suddenly tightened.
[Ahhh! My period just ended, and now it feels like it's about to start flowing from my nose again. These two mixed-race boys are too nice!]
[Heh, some women see a gorgeous guy and love this one one minute, then that one the next. Not like me, I love them all!]
Grandpa Si struggled to hold back his laughter.
Truly his Si family granddaughter-in-law. She had not only inherited but also elevated the fine quality of appreciating beauty.
Si Jingyi sat down next to Si Moyan, whose handsome face had darkened to the color of a pot bottom. "Big brother, Lucy came prepared. She even figured out sister-in-law's preferences."
Si Moyan looked at the two tall, long-legged mixed-race boys and narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Could it be that I'm worse than them?"
"No, no, it's just one thing..."
Si Moyan frowned sternly. "What?"
"You're older than them."
How can a twenty-five-year-old man compare to fresh-faced eighteen or nineteen-year-olds?
Si Moyan raised his long leg and mercilessly kicked Si Jingyi.
If you can't speak properly, then shut up!
Wen Yan blinked her eyes, pretending to be reserved. "Miss Lucy, my husband isn't inferior to the fresh meat you brought. I'm not interested in the terms you offer if you lose."
Lucy didn't speak. She clapped her hands again, and soon, four more young, handsome men walked in.
Wen Yan checked Lucy's info in her system.
[Wow! Lucy actually runs a male model company. All the models under her are fresh-faced eighteen or nineteen-year-olds. This is simply the envy of everyone.]
[Scientific proof shows that girls looking at handsome young men every day can increase average lifespan by four to five years, promote blood circulation, and maintain physical and mental well-being. I'm not looking because I appreciate beauty, but for the sake of my own health.]
Wen Yan looked at Lucy with sparkling eyes. "Alright, I'll take the bet!"
[Help! I must win. If I win, I can confer imperial consort titles, all of them! I'll play the blindfolded game of catching handsome men!!!]
The Si family members all looked at Si Moyan with immense sympathy.
Grandpa Si looked at Si Moyan, whose handsome face was so gloomy it seemed about to drip water, and quickly tried to soothe him. "Eldest, don't be angry. If Little Yan confers consort titles on those male favorites, you'll at least securely hold the position of Empress in the imperial harem."
A cold, fierce roar erupted from Si Moyan's throat. "All of you, get out!"
