No one dared to mock Si Moyan to his face anymore, but no one was willing to sit at the last table with him and Wen Yan either.
Even the third-rate entrepreneurs who were originally assigned to their table stood up one by one to distance themselves.
Not long after, Jiang Yufeng and Ming Zheng walked over.
Song Wenjing waved at the two of them.
When Jiang Yufeng reached Si Moyan's side, he stopped. "Brother Yan, I'm sorry. Wen Yue is coming in aggressively this time. Even our Jiang family doesn't dare to go against her."
Wen Yue had spread the word in Yecheng's business circles: whoever dared to cooperate with Si Moyan would be making an enemy out of her.
With the Rex family backing her, they couldn't afford to offend her.
Watching Jiang Yufeng walk toward Song Wenjing, Si Moyan's handsome features instantly grew a few degrees darker and colder.
Wen Yan noticed that his hands, resting under the table, had slightly tightened into fists.
In such a short period, Song Wenjing, Jiang Yufeng, and these brothers and friends who used to be close to him were all drifting away.
He must be feeling terrible inside!
Wen Yan silently held Si Moyan's hand. She said softly, "No matter what happens, I will stay by your side."
"And me!"
Just as Wen Yan finished speaking, another figure sat down beside Si Moyan.
It was Ming Zheng.
Naturally, he had also been threatened by Wen Yue, but he wasn't afraid.
If he went bankrupt, the worst-case scenario was just starting over from scratch!
Seeing Ming Zheng, Si Moyan's dark eyes deepened. "Don't think that just because you sit next to me, I'll agree to let you be with my little sister."
Ming Zheng's mouth twitched. "I don't need your agreement. Right now, Little Youyou doesn't have any good feelings for me either!"
A few other inconspicuous entrepreneurs in Yecheng also took a seat at the last table.
"President Si, back when my company was going through its most difficult time, you chose to work with us. You also told me that as long as I ensured good quality, I wouldn't have to worry about finding partners."
An entrepreneur in his early thirties said to Si Moyan.
Wen Yan glanced at the blue name badge hanging around the entrepreneur's neck. His name was Xu Shang, the founder of a building materials company.
"Xu Shang, you don't even know how to cling to the right person, do you? The one with power and influence in Yecheng right now is Wen Yue. Her father is a Duke, and the Si family is on the verge of bankruptcy. Yet you're still sucking up to him. How can there be such an idiot like you in this world?"
The person speaking was Xu Shang's ex-wife, who had come with her current husband.
Her current husband, Shen Zhou, used to be Xu Shang's business partner. Later, as the company gradually developed, Shen Zhou framed Xu Shang for commercial crimes. Xu Shang served three years in prison. By the time he was released, both his wife and his company had become Shen Zhou's.
In recent years, Xu Shang had barely managed to keep his new company afloat relying on the orders given by the Si family.
He naturally knew that the consequence of going against Wen Yue would be his company's certain bankruptcy.
But he would not betray someone who had once helped him just for the sake of profit.
"I am indeed stupid. Otherwise, how could I have married you back then? And how could I have partnered with a treacherous snake like Shen Zhou who forgets all moral principles at the sight of profit?"
Shen Zhou wrapped his arm around the woman's waist and let out a sneer. "You lack capability yourself, yet you still have the nerve to blame others? Xu Shang, do you believe that I can acquire your broken-down company tomorrow and leave you with no room to survive in Yecheng ever again?"
"Heh!"
Wen Yan suddenly let out a soft chuckle. She lifted her long eyelashes to look at the smug Shen Zhou. "I advise you not to be too proud, lest you fall from heaven into hell, and the woman beside you throws herself into another man's embrace!"
Shen Zhou's expression changed. "What the hell did you just say?"
Splash.
Si Moyan picked up a glass of red wine and splashed it directly onto Shen Zhou's face. "Get lost!"
Shen Zhou was furious. Just as he was about to fight back, he heard Wen Yan chuckling again as she said, "You went for a full-body checkup not long ago, right? Your results will be out soon. You have late-stage lung cancer."
"Bah!" Shen Zhou's face turned livid with anger. He raised his hand, wanting to slap Wen Yan a few times, but in the next second, his wrist was forcefully gripped by Si Moyan.
Si Moyan's five fingers were like iron pincers, rendering Shen Zhou completely immobile.
"Si Moyan, if you don't let go of my hand right now, I'm going to call security! You can't even protect yourself right now, what right do you have to act so arrogant in front of me?"
Si Moyan's dark eyes half-narrowed, his gaze as cold as frost. "If you dare to touch a single finger of my wife, I will cripple your hand on the spot!"
"Are you fucking deaf? Didn't you hear your wife cursing me first?"
Just as Shen Zhou finished speaking, his phone suddenly rang.
It was a call from the hospital where he had his checkup. After Shen Zhou answered, he accidentally tapped the speaker button.
"Mr. Shen, your test results are out. It's late-stage lung cancer—"
Whatever the doctor said after that, Shen Zhou couldn't hear a single word.
His mind went completely blank, and his ears buzzed as if millions of bees had flown into them.
He... he really had late-stage lung cancer?
The woman held in Shen Zhou's arms, as well as the onlookers around them, all wore expressions of sheer shock.
The way they looked at Wen Yan was as if they were looking at a ghost.
Was she a jinx?
How come all the gossip she exposed turned out to be absolutely true?
This was simply unbelievable!
Young Master Zhou, whom Wen Yan had previously exposed for drunk driving and killing a young girl, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead.
The police wouldn't have actually gone to the western suburbs to dig up the girl's body, would they?
No, he couldn't stay here any longer.
Just as Young Master Zhou was about to quietly slip away, several police officers in uniform approached.
They flashed their badges and arrested Young Master Zhou.
The guests in the banquet hall fell into a collective silence once again.
Wen Yan glanced at Ming Zheng and the few entrepreneurs sitting with Si Moyan. Her beautiful fox-like eyes curved into a bright and radiant smile. "Rest assured, gentlemen. Overwhelming wealth and prosperity are still waiting for you!"
"What overwhelming wealth and prosperity?" A scoffing voice rang out from the entrance of the banquet hall.
Wen Yue, Mother Wen, Wen Shiyu, Gu Beichen, and Si Jinxiao walked over.
Wen Yue was dressed in a limited-edition designer suit, dripping with jewels and acting high and mighty.
As soon as Wen Yue came over, she was tightly surrounded by the crowd.
"Miss Wen, I just cut all ties with the Si Group. I want to become a partner for the major project you're investing in."
"Miss Wen, I truly never expected you to be a Duke's daughter. Please forgive any offenses I may have caused in the past."
"Miss Wen, the Si Group should be acquired by you very soon, right? By then, you will become the wealthiest person in Yecheng!"
"Even if Miss Wen doesn't acquire the Si Group, with her current power, she is already the richest and most influential person in Yecheng!"
Si Jinxiao cast a glance at Si Moyan, who was sitting at the last table.
Thank goodness he had firmly chosen to follow the illegitimate son, Gu Beichen. Otherwise, his fate would probably be just like Si Moyan's!
He wondered if Old Master Si was regretting it now.
In three days, the Si Group would hold a shareholders' meeting. At that time, even with the Old Master's support, Si Moyan would be forced to step down.
After all, Wen Yue had already bought off the other shareholders, aside from the six Si siblings.
A change in the leadership of the Si Group was already a foregone conclusion!
Si Moyan ignored Si Jinxiao's mocking gaze. He took out his business cards and handed them one by one to the entrepreneurs sharing his table. "Rest assured. With me here, your companies will not go bankrupt."
