The tall, long-legged man was dressed in a sleek black suit, his wrist adorned once more with that string of black Buddhist beads.
He walked step by step from the entrance, his expression slightly darkened.
A glint flashed in Li Huanyu’s eyes as she limped forward to meet Shen Yihan, taking small, unsteady steps.
This homewrecker actually dared to hit her? She was dead meat!
She didn’t even need to stage a scene of being bullied—this time, she’d genuinely been wronged.
As she reached Shen Yihan’s side, Li Huanyu grabbed his arm and leaned into his embrace, sobbing pitifully.
"Brother Yihan, I sent you so many messages, but you never replied. I was so worried something had happened to you, so I came to the company to find you."
Her assistant chimed in, "That’s right, President Shen! Huanyu didn’t even go to the hospital after her leg was hit by a car—she rushed straight here to see you! She was so concerned!"
Tears welled up in Li Huanyu’s eyes as she continued, "When I got to your office, I just asked where you were, and then she slapped me! Now my leg hurts, my face hurts… wuwuwu…"
The girl in the white dress looked fragile and pitiful, the red mark of a slap clearly visible on her cheek—a picture of victimhood.
"Stop spouting nonsense!"
A deep, authoritative male voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.
Li Huanyu and her assistant both turned to look.
Four older individuals—two men and two women—walked in, their gazes heavy as they stared at Li Huanyu.
These were the company’s veteran executives.
The four had been eager to confirm whether this Lin Mo was really the same Lin Mo who had supposedly passed away years ago. After the meeting, they had cornered Shen Yihan for answers.
Shen Yihan hadn’t said much, only confirming, "Yes, my sister isn’t dead. She’s back."
The four executives had been overjoyed and immediately followed Shen Yihan to see Lin Mo.
It had been over a decade since they’d last seen her—they missed her dearly!
But who could’ve imagined they’d walk into such a farce?
Lin Mo had hit the woman Shen Yihan supposedly favored, and now the woman was tattling!
The four elders feared Shen Yihan might lose his head and act against Lin Mo in the heat of the moment.
The eldest of them barked out a rebuke.
Li Huanyu, sensing their hostility, shrank back fearfully into Shen Yihan’s arms.
"I’m not lying!"
The executives swiftly moved to shield the desk.
Executive A, a middle-aged woman with her hair meticulously styled, narrowed her eyes. "You are lying. That ‘injury’ on your knee is just makeup—you can’t fool me! It’s not even real!"
Li Huanyu: "……"
A flicker of shock passed through Shen Yihan’s eyes as he glanced at Li Huanyu’s knee.
Executive B added, "Our Mo would never hit someone without reason. Don’t you dare frame her!"
Executive C snapped, "Shen Yihan, don’t even think about blaming our Mo. If you want to lay a finger on her, you’ll have to step over our corpses first!"
Executive D was about to nod in agreement but then paused, shooting Executive C a sidelong glance.
A venomous glint flashed in Li Huanyu’s eyes. She had no idea how this woman had managed to win over so many people.
But it didn’t matter. As long as Shen Yihan stood by her side, she’d be fine!
She clung tighter to his arm, tears brimming. "Brother Yihan, wuwuwu… If everyone says it’s my fault, then fine, it’s my fault… wuwuwu…"
"It is your fault!"
Shen Yihan pulled his arm free from her grasp, his voice icy.
Li Huanyu’s eyes widened: "…………"
When Shen Yihan had first walked in, he’d only felt a little guilty—he had promised Li Huanyu he’d meet her but failed to show up or even send a message explaining why.
That part was his mistake.
So when she grabbed his arm, he hadn’t resisted.
But then she spun this whole tale, even faking an injury on her knee. What was she trying to achieve?
Looking at the four executives standing guard like a human shield, Shen Yihan sighed in exasperation. His left hand fiddled with the Buddhist beads on his right wrist. "What are you all doing? Do you really think I’m the kind of man who can’t tell right from wrong?"
The four elders nodded in unison.
Shen Yihan: "……"
His reputation lately really needed some work.
"Mo, Mo! Are you okay?"
The office door swung open again as Jiang Tang rushed in.
She skirted around the executives and hurried to Lin Mo’s side, scrutinizing her. "Did Li Huanyu do anything to you? Did President Shen do anything to you?"
Li Huanyu: "……"
What was she, some kind of wild beast?
Besides, she was the victim here!
Shen Yihan’s face darkened further, resembling the bottom of a pot that hadn’t been scrubbed in a decade.
Just what had he done to make everyone think he’d harm his own sister for an outsider?
Lin Mo blinked her peach-blossom eyes, equally baffled, and shook her head. "No? I was the one who slapped Li Huanyu."
Jiang Tang let out a relieved sigh. "Good."
Li Huanyu was so furious her vision swam. Forgetting all about maintaining her image, she shrieked, "Jiang Tang, what do you mean good? Is it good that I got hit?!"
She’d long disliked this assistant—Shen Yihan should’ve fired her ages ago!
Jiang Tang gave her a cold look. "If Mo hit you, you should reflect on why."
Li Huanyu gritted her teeth, genuinely aggrieved now. "So you’re all victim-blaming now, is that it?"
Lin Mo stepped forward, her smile radiant as she addressed the four elders. "Auntie Wang, Auntie Zhang, Uncle Li, Uncle Song!"
She’d spotted them during the meeting but hadn’t called out to them in such a formal setting.
The elders’ eyes lit up, their noses stinging with emotion the next second.
"Mo, you still remember Uncle Song?! Wuwuwu! Where have you been all these years? Uncle Song missed you so much!" Executive C burst into tears!
Lin Mo grinned. "Of course I remember! And Uncle Li, you’ve gotten even more handsome!"
Executive C laughed through his tears, tugging at his suit jacket in a futile attempt to hide his protruding belly. "Haha, our Mo’s always had a sharp eye!"
Executive A, Auntie Wang, pulled Lin Mo into a tight hug, her voice trembling. "Let me get a good look at you, little girl. You’ve lost weight!"
Tears spilled down her cheeks.
Eleven years. The little girl they’d thought was dead now stood before them, alive and well—who could hold back their tears?
These four had been part of the first management team under Lin Mo’s father, Shen Jian. They’d watched the Shen children grow up.
And they’d adored this eldest daughter the most.
Back then, Shen Jian would occasionally bring his daughter to the office. The group had been so smitten they’d joked about kidnapping her in a sack!
The little girl had been porcelain-skinned, sweet-mouthed, and clever—fueling everyone’s desire for a daughter of their own.
Of course, more than just these four had originally followed Shen Jian.
But as time passed, people pursued their own paths, and many left.
After Shen Jian’s sudden death, the exodus had been massive. Only a handful remained, most of whom were loyal to his younger brother, Shen Feng.
The company had been inherited from the previous generation, with Shen Jian as the favored successor and long-standing president.
Shen Feng, however, had always been a mediocre, unambitious man. But as his brother’s company flourished, his resentment grew.
He couldn’t understand why his brother held all the power while he remained a mere vice president.
So he began forming factions within the company, scheming to seize control. But while Shen Jian was alive, he kept Shen Feng in check.
Shen Jian’s death had been Shen Feng’s closest shot at the presidency.
Until Lin Mo reappeared.
Lin Mo refused to let her father's painstakingly built company be ruined by her uncle, Shen Feng.
A fourteen-year-old girl called a meeting with all the company's board members, and many attended simply to see what kind of spectacle she would make.
To their surprise, she carried herself with remarkable poise, presenting clear data to expose the financial losses caused by Shen Feng’s poor decisions over the years. She even used his questionable personal life to highlight his unreliability as a leader.
Her conclusion was undeniable—Shen Feng was unfit to serve as the company’s CEO.
Her analysis was sharp, logical, and impeccably delivered, leaving the room stunned.
At the end of her speech, she declared, "I hope everyone will carefully consider and elect a capable leader for this company. Though I’m still young, I will prove with my achievements that trusting me is the right choice. I am more than capable!"
To back her words, she showcased her numerous competition awards and her consistent record as the top-ranked student in her school—an unshakable position.
To seasoned shareholders, these accomplishments might have seemed naive, but there was no denying she was exceptional among her peers.
Every word and action that day made one thing clear—this girl had an extraordinary future ahead.
Smart investors follow leaders not just for their current standing, but for their charisma and potential.
Moved by Lin Mo’s brilliance and determination, several board members immediately stood to voice their support. Others quickly followed.
Shen Feng could only seethe in powerless fury as his downfall became inevitable.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would lose—not just to his older brother, but now to his teenage niece.
