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Meanwhile, inside Villa No. 17, Zhu Jun didn't give Zhu Zhiqiang and Zhu Xiaolin any chance to explain themselves, and directly had the housekeeper take the two to the study.

Inside the study, Zhu Jun sat in the main seat, his fingertips tapping heavily on the table, making a "thump-thump" sound. The dull sound made the atmosphere in the study even more oppressive.

"Speak! Why did you two deliberately not invite Miss Jiang from the No. 1 Tan Palace?" His voice was as cold as ice, and his sharp gaze swept over the brother and sister standing in front of him.

Zhu Xiaolin trembled with fear and hid behind Zhu Zhiqiang, too afraid to speak.

Zhu Zhiqiang stepped forward, steeling himself, and explained in a low voice, "Dad, we didn't mean to, it's just... we just felt that Miss Jiang had just returned to the country and wasn't familiar with us, so we were afraid she would feel uncomfortable here."

"Not familiar with her?" Zhu Jun sneered, slamming his hand on the table. "I bet you're just afraid she'll steal Xiaolin's thunder!"

He had already guessed the whole story. "Do you know who she is? To be able to buy a 30-story commercial building in the city center outright—is that the kind of power our Zhu family can afford to offend? If it weren't for Fu Siya's intervention, and word got out that our Zhu family deliberately slighted the owner of No. 1 Tan Palace, our reputation in Shanghai's business district would be completely ruined!"

"As for the two of you—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhu Zhiqiang, and said sternly, "Zhu Zhiqiang, as the elder brother, not only do you not advise your sister, but you also join in her foolishness! From today onwards, all project authority under your control is revoked. Go to a grassroots company under the family business for three months of training. You may return only when you have figured out where you went wrong!"

Then, he looked at Zhu Xiaolin, who was trembling with fear, and said in an equally stern tone: "And you, Zhu Xiaolin! Just because you're afraid of being overshadowed, you dare to slight the master of the No. 1 Tan Palace. You're narrow-minded and foolish! All your allowance is cut off, and you're not allowed to go out to attend any parties or gatherings for the next three months. Stay home and reflect on your actions. Copy the 'Etiquette of Merchants' one hundred times. Your freedom will be restored only when you finish copying it!"

"Dad!" The brother and sister looked up at the same time, their faces full of astonishment as they stared at Zhu Jun. Zhu Xiaolin's eyes even reddened, and she wanted to plead for him.

"Shut up!" Zhu Jun interrupted sharply. "This punishment is already lenient! If it weren't for Fu Siya's help, the Zhu family's reputation would be ruined by the two of you! If you dare say another word, the punishment will be doubled!"

The brother and sister, scolded so harshly they dared not raise their heads, Zhu Jun took a deep breath, suppressing his anger: "It's too late to say all this now. The most important thing is to make amends. I've already had gifts prepared, and I'll personally go to apologize. You two should also reflect on your actions and think before you act in the future, so you don't cause me this kind of trouble again!"

Upon hearing the news that Jiang Wenxi had come out of the Ma family villa, Zhu Jun drove to No. 1 Tan Palace with carefully prepared gifts.

He was carrying two heavy gift boxes, one containing a set of valuable jewelry and the other a necklace full of diamonds. These were treasures he had specially selected from his private collection, showing both sincerity and style.

When the car arrived at the entrance of No. 1 Tan Palace, Zhu Jun asked the driver to wait outside while he carried the gift box and personally rang the doorbell.

Not long after, Uncle Jiang came to open the door. Seeing that it was Zhu Jun, his face showed no extra expression, but he politely asked, "Mr. Zhu, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Hello, I am Zhu Jun from Villa No. 17. I have come to visit Miss Jiang Wenxi to apologize for my children's previous rude behavior." Zhu Jun's tone was respectful, showing no sign of negligence.

Uncle Jiang nodded: "Please wait a moment, I'll go and inform them." He then turned and went inside, returning a few minutes later with a gesture of invitation: "Miss invites you in."

Zhu Jun followed Uncle Jiang into the villa, through the courtyard, and into the living room.

Jiang Wenxi was sitting on the sofa reading a book, dressed in a simple white casual outfit, with a cool and indifferent temperament.

Seeing Zhu Jun enter, she put down the book in her hand, looked up at him, and said in a calm tone, "Mr. Zhu, please sit down."

Zhu Jun quickly put down the gift box in his hand and sat down on the sofa opposite him, adopting an extremely humble posture: "Miss Jiang, I have come here today specifically to apologize. A few days ago was my daughter's coming-of-age ceremony, and I should have invited you in advance, but because of my son and daughter's foolishness, I failed to send the invitation in time, and you were thus neglected. It was truly my dereliction of duty, and I sincerely apologize to you here." As he spoke, he performed an apologetic bow.

Jiang Wenxi looked at him without any change in expression: "Mr. Zhu, you are too kind. It's nothing, there's no need to take it to heart."

"How could I not take this to heart!" Zhu Jun quickly said, "This is just a small token of my appreciation, as an apology for my previous oversight."

He gestured for Uncle Jiang to open the gift box, revealing the jewelry and diamond-encrusted pendant inside.

Jiang Wenxi glanced at the contents of the gift box: "I appreciate Mr. Zhu's kindness. What happened before was just a misunderstanding, and it's all in the past now."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jun knew that the matter was now closed.

"Then I'll head back now; I still need to tidy up the two little ones at home."

"Alright, Uncle Jiang will see Mr. Zhu off."

Since the person had come to her door in person, she decided not to make a fuss.

After all, to her, the Zhu family was just an upper-class family in the Shanghai business district. As long as they didn't cross her bottom line, she was too lazy to bother dealing with them.

Meanwhile, as soon as Ma Yun returned to her room, she immediately closed the door and spread out all the documents that had been piled on her desk.

Originally, these documents were scattered haphazardly, and he had only glanced at them briefly. But now that he had received the funding, he seemed to have been injected with new energy, and his eyes even brightened.

The coffee on the table was replaced cup after cup, and the lights in the room remained on until late at night.

Ma Yun showed no signs of fatigue, sometimes furrowing her brow as she calculated data on draft paper, and sometimes excitedly tapping on the keyboard to record inspiration. Her previous carefree demeanor was completely gone, replaced by focus and seriousness.

He even prepared a detailed team recruitment plan, clearly listing the required positions and job requirements, intending to start recruitment as soon as the plan was finalized.

He first took out a brand new notebook from the drawer, and as he traced the pen across the paper, he began to outline the core framework of the project.

What was once just a vague idea has now been meticulously written down in detail the core gameplay, target users, and profit model. When encountering any uncertainties, he immediately opens his computer to consult industry reports.

It wasn't until dawn that Ma Yun finally lay down on the bed. During this time, Ma's mother came in once, looked at her sleeping son and then at the scattered papers and records on the table. She simply covered him with a blanket and quietly left.

"Are you serious? The table is covered with proposals; they were obviously written while staying up all night."

"Yes," Ma Zhenghong said with relief. "I knew my son wouldn't be a prodigal son."