Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

He Meijuan and He Qihan, who were standing at the door of the ward, both smiled smugly when they heard Fu Zhenlong say that a suitable successor had been found.

I never imagined it would be so easy to succeed.

I thought they would at least put on an act, but Fu Zhenlong was even more eager than the mother and son to remove Fu Zhengting from the position. It seems that Fu Zhengting's relationship with Fu Zhenlong has deteriorated to the point of no return.

This suited the mother and son perfectly.

But now that the play has begun, the acting should be as realistic as possible.

He Meijuan caught sight of the butler, Uncle Li, walking over from the front, and sneered again, feigning disdain, "Fu Zhenlong, my son isn't a candidate. Now that you and Fu Zhengting are on bad terms, you're making my son replace Fu Zhengting? Do you think my son is a beggar, someone you can just dismiss at will? Ah Han, let's go. No matter how poor we are, we won't lose our backbone."

She pretended to pull He Qihan along and started walking away again.

Just as they turned around, Uncle Li appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

Fu Zhenlong saw Uncle Li and hurriedly ordered, "Uncle Li, stop them."

He has already made two harsh statements; there's no turning back now.

If Ah Ting is going to do the first thing, then don't blame him for doing the fifteenth.

Uncle Li was confused, looking at He Meijuan and He Qihan in front of him, somewhat bewildered.

After carefully examining He Meijuan, he recognized her as Fu Zhenlong's first love when he was young.

He had been working for the Fu family since he was young. He had seen He Meijuan when Fu Zhenlong and He Meijuan went on a date, so he recognized her.

Looking at He Qihan next to He Meijuan, who resembled Fu Zhenlong so much, he immediately understood.

He Meijuan pretended to push Uncle Li away.

Uncle Li spread his arms to block her way.

Fearing that continuing the act would backfire, He Meijuan angrily turned to look at Fu Zhenlong on the hospital bed, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Fu Zhenlong looked at He Meijuan with a pleading look in his eyes, "Meijuan, I only ask that you give me a chance to make amends to you and... our son, and also to punish Fu Zhengting."

"What does it have to do with us if you want to punish Fu Zhengting? Why should I let my son cooperate with you?" He Meijuan felt that if she suddenly agreed, it would seem very fake.

Now, Fu Zhenlong can only rely on his son.

He had to compromise.

Fu Zhenlong was somewhat embarrassed by He Meijuan's words. He glanced at his phone; he didn't hang up, and she didn't dare to either. He said helplessly, "Meijuan, can we put our grudges aside for now? You see, I've already made the call; it's like spilled water that can't be taken back. I believe you also want our son to have a better future. I chose him because you said he's capable. I will definitely have someone train him well and not waste his management skills..."

He felt that continuing like this would be a waste of breath and wouldn't convince He Meijuan. Without waiting for He Meijuan's reply, he lowered his stance and sincerely suggested, "How about this, you think about it for two days? If you agree after two days, I will immediately arrange for our son to join the company and announce his appointment in a high-profile manner. Once I recover from my injury, I will return to the company. With me here, no one will dare to say that our son was parachuted in."

He Meijuan felt a surge of satisfaction. It was so satisfying to have found Fu Zhenlong's weakness; she could manipulate him relentlessly.

At this point, she had to pretend to be tempted, her expression showing a hint of relaxation.

Fu Zhenlong saw through this and offered other, more tempting conditions: "As long as our son can manage the Fu Group well, he will inherit most of the Fu family's assets in the future."

"It's one thing if you have resentment towards me, but for the son you raised with so much effort, I believe you will weigh which path is easier for him in the future."

He Meijuan felt that she had acted enough and was too lazy to waste any more expressions. She simply said, "Fine, Fu Zhenlong, you said it yourself, so don't go back on your word. I really don't want to go through those hard times raising my son all by myself. Who would turn down money? Since your precious son with your ex-wife gave up the position of president of Fu Corporation for a woman, then my son will take his place. I believe that my son is no less capable than Fu Zhengting."

He Qihan felt he needed to play along with his mother a little longer. He maintained his aloof demeanor, unmoved by fame or fortune, and frowned at He Meijuan in protest, "Mom, I don't care, I never will..."

He Meijuan held his hand and said kindly, "Ahan, don't turn your back on money. You have Fu Zhenlong's blood flowing in your veins, that's an undeniable fact. Now that Fu Zhenlong needs your help, put aside your prejudices and help him. Just give full play to your management skills and prove yourself with your abilities."

"But I really..." He Qihan was still reluctant to agree.

Half real, half acting.

Deep down, he didn't really care, but he didn't want to miss such a promising opportunity.

He Meijuan continued, "Ahan, you don't need to say anything. Mom hopes you can have a more brilliant future and realize your value in the workplace. As long as you are doing well, what does it matter if Mom lets go of those grudges and swallows those grievances?"

His words praised himself greatly and pleased Fu Zhenlong.

Even though He Qihan knew that He Meijuan said that on purpose, he was still moved.

He shut his mouth, too embarrassed to say anything more.

Fu Zhenlong listened carefully to the conversation between the mother and son, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Meijuan, thank you for putting aside personal grievances and prioritizing the greater good."

He couldn't possibly hand over the company he had painstakingly built to an outsider.

For the sake of the company, he lost his best friend.

For him, the company is everything; it's his life.

He had placed all his hopes on Ah Ting, but Ah Ting has disappointed him, and he has no choice but to find a successor at the last minute.

Fortunately, He Meijuan was rational enough to agree.

He Meijuan turned her face away from Fu Zhenlong, deliberately acting awkwardly, "Fu Zhenlong, don't flatter yourself. I'm doing this for my son's future."

"I'm happy that you agreed, no matter what," Fu Zhenlong said with a smile.

He Meijuan gave Fu Zhenlong a cold look. "However, we do need a few days to prepare. Ahan also needs to quit her current job. Let's leave it at that for now."

This time, she didn't need to pretend anymore, and she pulled He Qihan along as they strode out.

"Meijuan, can we leave a contact number?" Fu Zhenlong asked urgently as He Meijuan walked away, afraid that she might change her mind at the last minute and even more afraid that he wouldn't be able to find her.

He Meijuan enjoyed making Fu Zhenlong anxious; it gave her a sense of revenge. Without turning back, she said, "Forget about the contact information. I'll bring Ahan to see you again in three days."

Before Fu Zhenlong could say anything more, He Meijuan pulled He Qihan along and quickened her pace.