Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

Song Yuting quickly walked out of the trading room.

The driver had already parked the black sedan at the entrance and was waiting for her. When he saw her come out, he quickly got out of the car and opened the back door.

Song Yuting bent down and sat in the car. As the car door closed, she was shut out of the noise outside.

Through the car window, she looked at the villa, which exuded a depressing atmosphere.

A strange, indescribable emotion welled up inside me. Was it regret? Perhaps.

"Fine."

Song Yuting sighed, her eyes regaining their resolve.

"I'll help him one last time. After this, we'll be strangers."

After saying that, she instructed the driver, "Go to Jingyuan."

……

Qian Family Trading Room.

Qian Shao Cong slumped in his chair, staring at the still frantically fluctuating loss figures on the screen.

My face flushed red and then turned pale, and I felt empty inside.

A subordinate cautiously approached and reported, "Young Master, Miss Yuting has already left."

Qian Shao Cong nodded silently, then asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's Hao Ran? Where did Qian Hao Ran go?"

The subordinate was silent for a moment, then stammered:

"Young Master Haoran said... he suddenly had a stomachache and went to the hospital emergency room. He just left."

Such a clumsy excuse, who wouldn't see through it?

Qian Shaocong gave a bitter laugh:

"They've all left, that's good..."

After all, my ship is about to sink.

If you don't run now, it'll be too late.

His subordinates wanted to say a few more words of advice, but Qian Shao Cong waved his hand, indicating that they should stop talking.

Just then, a sudden, urgent cell phone ring broke the deathly silence in the trading room.

The sudden sound made Qian Shao Cong tremble violently.

He stiffly lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the vibrating phone on the table.

The three words "Third Grandfather" flashing on the screen seemed particularly glaring at this moment, like a death warrant.

Qian Shao Cong shuddered violently, staring at the phone with horrified eyes.

But he dared not refuse. He took a deep breath, picked up the phone with trembling hands, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Feed...Third Grandfather."

An old voice came from the other end of the phone.

His tone was cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Shaocong, how much have you lost so far?"

Qian Shao Cong broke out in a cold sweat, stammering as he tried to explain:

"Third Grandfather, please let me explain. This is just a temporary technical adjustment, the market will soon..."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear your nonsense, I only care about results!"

The old man, addressed as Third Grandfather, suddenly raised his voice, interrupting him with an undeniable air of authority:

"I have seen the report from the family risk control center."

As of just now, your account has suffered a paper loss of over 14 billion.

You're just one step away from the stop-loss line set by your family.

Qian Shaocong's face was deathly pale, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the receiver were white.

"Third Grandpa, give me a little more time. Just a little more time, and I'm sure I can turn things around..."

"Make a comeback? With what? With the entire century-old legacy of the Qian family of Jiangnan?"

Third Grandfather snorted coldly and issued his final ultimatum:

"Shaocong, you need to understand."

Although our Qian family is large and powerful, we can certainly afford to lose a mere 15 billion.

However, the family could never tolerate an incompetent heir.

The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then became even more chilling:

"I'm warning you one last time."

If the losses exceed 15 billion, the family elders' council will immediately activate the emergency plan.

You are hereby formally stripped of your heirship, and all assets and power under your name are revoked.

"When the time comes, you'll be prepared to spend the rest of your life in the family's disciplinary hall."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The phone call was abruptly ended, leaving only the dial tone echoing in Qian Shao Cong's ears.

Qian Shao Cong trembled all over.

Over the years, he has been arrogant and domineering, offending countless enemies.

Once the protection of being the heir of the Qian family in Jiangnan is lost, he might die in some ditch the next day.

No one knew it until it stank and rotted.

Under the immense fear of death, so-called dignity, face, and pride instantly become worthless.

He quickly figured it out.

"Car! Quick! Call a car for me! I need to get out!" Qian Shaocong jumped up and yelled at his men.

His subordinates dared not delay and immediately made arrangements.

The car quickly stopped at the entrance.

The driver opened the car door and asked, "Young master, where are you going?"

Qian Shaocong stood at the car door, hesitating for a long time, his teeth grinding together, before finally squeezing out a few words:

"To...Jingyuan!"

……

Jingyuan Garden.

Fu Die entered the study and quietly reported, "Boss, Miss Song Yuting has arrived."

Cao Kun was slightly taken aback. What was Song Yuting doing here at this time?

"Please come in quickly."

A moment later, Song Yuting entered the study.

Today she wore a light blue silk dress, the sheer fabric outlining her beautiful figure, showing a rare coolness and elegance in the hot summer.

However, her originally exquisite and capable makeup could not hide the haggard look on her face.

It's clear that she's been very worried about Chin Siu-chung lately.

Cao Kun rose to greet her, smiling, "Miss Song, what brings you here today?"

Song Yuting looked at Cao Kun and sighed softly.

"Cao Kun, I've come today to ask you to show leniency."

Song Yuting took a deep breath.

Although I know my request is somewhat unreasonable.

But looking back on her time with Cao Kun, she felt that he was actually a pretty good person.

Besides... he had confessed his feelings to me before, so maybe he'll give me face.

So, she stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point:

"Stop now. You've already made tens of billions from this deal."

Forgive others when you can, and leave Qian Shaocong a way out, which is also a way out for yourself.

Otherwise, if you really push him too far and completely offend the Qian family of Jiangnan, it won't do you any good.

Upon hearing this, Cao Kun's smile faded, and he shook his head helplessly.

"Yu Ting, don't you know what kind of person Qian Shao Cong is?"

Why would I want to offend the Qian family of Jiangnan?

He's so vindictive; if I don't take this opportunity to kill him...

Once he catches his breath, he'll definitely find a way to kill me.

Song Yuting assured Cao Kun:

"Don't worry about that. I'll keep an eye on Shao Cong and make sure he doesn't do anything reckless again."

"If you're willing to stop this time, I can vouch for you in the name of the Song family."

Cao Kun shook his head again, about to speak, when Fu Die suddenly pushed the door open and entered again, looking flustered.

"Chairman, Qian Shao Cong is here, downstairs, insisting on seeing you."

Both people inside the room were startled, and Song Yuting was even more shocked.

Qian Shaocong was narrow-minded and extremely disgusted by her contact with Cao Kun.

If he were to stumble upon the two of them alone in a room, who knows what he would think?

The situation will only become more uncontrollable then.

She looked at Cao Kun with her beautiful big eyes, hoping he could think of a solution.