Nan Zhenming’s face suddenly stiffened, his eyes widening in shock.
What did he just say?! "That’s fine too"?!
How could this bastard be so heartless?!
Was he even human?!
Why did Nan Sangning choose He Siyu, that demon king, over the gentle and reasonable Pei Songhan?!
That foolish girl was sharp and cunning at home, but outside, she was so shallow—anyone with eyes could see Pei Songhan was the better choice!
If she had chosen to be with Pei Songhan back then, he would’ve at least helped the Nan family out of past affection.
That stupid girl—blind when she shouldn’t be, and clear-sighted when she should’ve been blind!
He Siyu looked at him, his dark eyes icy and devoid of warmth. "Is there anything else, President Nan?"
"I…"
The moment Nan Zhenming met his gaze, a chill ran down his spine. The words he had been about to plead stuck in his throat, too afraid to voice them.
He feared He Siyu might lose patience and crush the Nan family outright.
Given He Siyu’s past ruthlessness, he was more than capable of it.
"No…"
He Siyu glanced at Assistant Yan, his tone indifferent. "See him out."
Nan Zhenming left Huiyao like a walking corpse.
---
"He Siyu really said that?!" Grandpa was almost unable to believe it.
Nan Zhenming seethed. "How could it be fake? I swallowed my pride, begged at Huiyao, waited forever just to see him—and he didn’t even spare a thought for Nan Sangning!"
Grandpa’s expression darkened further.
At the last birthday banquet, He Siyu had seemed so devoted to Sangning. How could he turn so cold in such a short time?
He had clearly overestimated that demon king’s conscience!
"Dad! I’ve begged everyone I could—no one’s willing to help us now!" Nan Zhenming was frantic.
The scandal of the Nan family swindling their business partners had spread far and wide. No one wanted to touch this mess and become a target.
He had even gone to Xinghong, only to find that Young President Pei was no longer in charge—President Pei himself had taken over.
President Pei wasn’t as mild-tempered as his son. He had harshly severed ties, warning that if the Nan family dared approach Pei Songhan again, the Pei family would personally deal with them.
Nan Zhenming had fled in terror.
If only Nan Sangning hadn’t been blind back then! If she’d chosen Young President Pei, he would’ve fought his family for her sake!
But regret was useless now. Nan Zhenming paced like an ant on a hot pan. "Dad! Nan Corporation is on the verge of collapse!"
Their partners were tearing them apart. The company was in chaos, the cash flow completely severed, and the domino effects kept coming. If this dragged on, the company was doomed—and so was the entire family!
Grandpa’s face grew grimmer. His once-sharp eyes now carried a weary, defeated gloom—whether from the impending bankruptcy or his illness, it was hard to tell.
Clutching the bedsheet, he struggled internally before finally speaking. "Bring Sangning to see me."
Nan Zhenming’s expression twisted. "Dad, you can’t seriously be thinking of giving in to her—"
Grandpa glared. "Or should I rely on a useless son like you?!"
Nan Zhenming’s face paled, then flushed with humiliation, but he didn’t dare defy Grandpa.
More than losing power to Nan Sangning, he feared the Nan family’s ruin—falling from wealth to crushing debt, a fate worse than death.
---
The next morning, Sangning arrived at Huaji Hospital, carrying a fruit basket.
Pushing open the door, she found the room as crowded as last time—but the atmosphere had shifted. The Nan family was no longer furious, just desperate and fearful.
"Grandpa, you wanted to see me?"
Her voice was calm, her demeanor unchanged—just as it had always been.
Grandpa had once thought his granddaughter obedient and sensible. Now, looking at her, he felt a chill down his spine.
Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Do you have a way to save Nan Corporation?"
Sangning nodded. "I do."
"How?"
She shook her head slightly. "If I say I can, then I can. If you trust me, hand the company over. If not, there’s no point in asking."
Nan Zhenming couldn’t hold back. "You expect us to just hand everything over based on your word?!"
Sangning glanced at him, indifferent. "Nan Corporation is a sinking ship. I’m doing you a favor by taking it. If you’re so attached, keep it."
"Enough!" Grandpa snapped at Nan Zhenming. "Shut your mouth!"
Nan Zhenming bit back his anger.
Grandpa fixed his gaze on Nan Sangning. "If you can save Nan Corporation, I’ll name you the heir immediately."
Sangning met his eyes steadily. "Grandpa, I won’t lift a finger unless I have absolute control."
Grandpa’s face darkened. "You think I’d go back on my word?!"
"A man of your stature wouldn’t. But heirs can be replaced at your whim. That means I’d still have to please you—just like before."
Under his thumb.
Even if she did everything right, he could still discard her for greater gain.
Grandpa’s expression shifted, surprised by her bluntness.
Sangning continued, serene. "Grandpa, it’s time for you to retire."
His face twisted, his finger trembling as he pointed at her. "You—!"
She shook her head. "Time is running out. Any longer, and the Nan family is beyond saving. Do you really want to waste it arguing?"
Grandpa’s pupils constricted. Defeat settled over him.
More than his granddaughter’s defiance, he feared the collapse of Nan Corporation—the end of the Nan family.
Clenching his fist, he relented. "Fine. I agree."
The room fell dead silent. Nan Muchen and Nan Siya were stunned—Grandpa was really giving the company to Nan Sangning?!
What about them?!
But in this suffocating atmosphere, even Nan Zhenming didn’t dare speak.
Grandpa’s assistant brought the share transfer documents.
"These are my 20% shares. With them, you’ll be the majority stakeholder."
Out of his total 30%, he was giving her 20%, leaving himself and Nan Zhenming with 10% each. From now on, Sangning held the reins.
She reviewed the agreement and signed.
Grandpa took a deep breath and did the same.
Grandpa Nan handed her the contract with a grim expression: "Don’t forget what you promised. If Nan Corporation is ruined by you, I won’t let you off even as a ghost!"
Nan Sangning took the contract and curved her lips. "Don’t worry, Grandpa."
Fuming, Grandpa Nan leaned back against the hospital bed and closed his eyes.
Nan Sangning gave a slight nod. "Then I won’t disturb your rest."
With that, she turned and pushed the door open to leave.
Her fingertips held the equity transfer agreement—so light that her steps seemed to grow even lighter.
She walked through the bustling crowd in the hospital and stepped outside.
A black Bentley was parked by the roadside. A tall man leaned casually against the car, hands tucked in his pockets. Dressed in a black shirt and trousers, he nearly blended into the vehicle—yet his striking aura of effortless elegance made him impossible to miss.
Their eyes met. He tilted his head slightly, and she smiled, striding toward him.
Straightening up, he wrapped an arm around her waist with practiced ease and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
The Nan family, who had followed Nan Sangning out of the hospital, froze in shock, thunderstruck.
