Who's going to be the female lead's simp? Aren't the supporting female characters mor

The document bag slid across the smooth mahogany conference table, making a soft, rustling sound.

It finally stopped precisely in front of Chu Cang, less than five centimeters away from his trembling fingers.

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze.

It was more than just a document; it was like a Damocles' sword hanging over everyone's head.

"Bai Jingyou, this is the highest board meeting of the Chu Group!" The middle-aged executive next to Chu Cang, who had been trembling with fear just moments before, suddenly slammed his fist on the table, seemingly to demonstrate his loyalty. "What right do you, an outsider, have to sit here? Security! Where are the security guards?!"

Bai Jingyou didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply extended a finger and gently pressed it against his lips.

Clearly, such executives here can only be considered suicide squad members.

Those who actually controlled the Chu family's assets instead chose to bury their heads in the sand.

"Shh-"

With his other hand, he picked up the untouched teacup in front of him, lifted the lid, smelled it, frowned slightly, and casually spilled the tea onto the expensive carpet.

"The aged Pu'er tea has unfortunately become damp. Just like the Chu family now, it looks good on the outside, but it's rotten inside." Bai Jingyou pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands before slowly looking at the shouting executive. "Chairman Liu, right? In charge of the group's logistics business. If I were you, I would shut up now instead of yelling here. After all, if the Economic Investigation Department finds out that you embezzled 30 million in public funds and lost it gambling in Macau, it's probably not just a matter of losing your job."

The man addressed as Chairman Liu turned deathly pale instantly, slumping into his chair as if all his bones had been removed: "You... how did you know...?"

Bai Jingyou ignored him and glanced at everyone present.

The shareholders whose eyes met his lowered their heads, none daring to meet his gaze.

That was the look of a hunter examining his prey—cold, precise, and with a hint of nonchalant mockery.

[In the original story, these people were all opportunists. When the Chu family fell, they were the quickest to kick them while they were down. Since that's the case, I don't need to be polite to them.]

"Dear uncles and elders, please don't be nervous." Bai Jingyou leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossed. "I'm not here to cause trouble today, but to offer some warmth."

"Offering help?" Chu Cang gasped for breath, staring intently at Bai Jingyou. The blood in the IV drip flowed back due to his agitation. "You colluded with outsiders to short-sell Chu's stock, froze my account, and now you come here offering help? Bai family brat, do you really think I'm senile?"

"Elder Chu, you flatter me."

Bai Jingyou snapped his fingers.

Chen Mo stepped forward, opened his tablet, and connected it to the large screen in the conference room.

The screen lit up, displaying a complex equity structure diagram and a series of alarming deficit figures.

Anyone who saw this would know it was a sign of impending doom.

"Just ten minutes ago, Ms. Ye Lingqing and I reached a concerted action agreement." Bai Jingyou pointed to the screen, his tone as calm as if he were giving a quarterly report. "In addition to the Chu Group shares I hold, and the several debts I acquired from Lao Gui at a low price... Now, although I am not the largest shareholder of Chu Group, I am the largest creditor of Chu Group."

He paused, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth, and smiled brightly: "Simply put, if I wanted to, I could apply to the court right now for the bankruptcy liquidation of the Chu Group. At that time, the stocks held by everyone here wouldn't even be enough to wipe our butts."

"boom!"

These words were like a bombshell, exploding in the conference room.

The shareholders finally couldn't sit still any longer, and the whispers instantly turned into a noisy argument.

The shareholders, who were just moments ago suppressed by Chu Cang's prestige, have finally torn off their mask.

"Bankruptcy liquidation? No way! My entire fortune is in there!"

"Young Master Bai! President Bai! Let's talk this over!"

"Yes, Mr. Chu, please say something! We can't just stand by and watch the group go bankrupt!"

Looking at the chaotic meeting room, and at the shareholders who were usually so respectful to him but now wished they could tear him apart, Chu Cang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He was abandoned by everyone.

So this is what it feels like to be betrayed and abandoned by everyone.

"Enough!" Chu Cang abruptly swept the teacup beside him to the ground, the sound of shattering glass silencing the room for a moment.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Bai Jingyou. "What exactly do you want?"

"happy."

Bai Jingyou clapped his hands, took another thick document from Chen Mo, and pushed it in front of Chu Cang.

"This is a Letter of Intent for Asset Restructuring and Acquisition that I drafted with the Ye family."

The name is a bit long, but the content is simple.

Bai Jingyou stood up, placed his hands on the table, looked down at the dying old man, and said, word by word:

"First, the three major sectors of Chu Group—port logistics, pharmaceutical manufacturing, and precision instruments—will be divested for 12 billion yuan and fully acquired by Bai Group and Ye Capital."

"12 billion?!" exclaimed a director with financial expertise. "These three sectors are Chu's cash cows; their fixed assets alone are worth more than 20 billion! This is practically robbery!"

"You don't have to sell," Bai Jingyou shrugged. "Then you can wait for bankruptcy liquidation. When those three sectors are auctioned off as non-performing assets, it's questionable whether you can even sell them for eight billion. Do you want to take the money and leave with dignity, or wait to beg under a bridge? The choice is yours."

The director opened his mouth, but ultimately slumped back down.

He had neither the ability nor the courage to make a decision.

"Secondly," Bai Jingyou raised a second finger, his eyes sharpening, "Chu Cang has resigned as chairman and promised to permanently withdraw from the business world. In exchange, I will retain your remaining retirement shares in the group, so that you won't end up homeless in your old age."

"You're dreaming!" Chu Cang trembled with rage, his finger pointing at Bai Jingyou twitching. "This is the empire I built! You want me to abdicate? Only if I'm dead!"

"die?"

The conference room door was pushed open again.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground was crisp and pleasant, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

Ye Lingqing was dressed in a black business suit, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, and she held a cigarette in her hand, which she did not light.

Obviously, as the second mastermind behind the downfall of the Chu family, it's not advisable to say anything unpleasant.

She was followed by four lawyers in suits, exuding an aura of authority.

"If Elder Chu really wants to die, I wouldn't mind sending a wreath." Ye Lingqing walked to Bai Jingyou's side, naturally taking his arm, and looked at Chu Cang with a cold smile. "But before that, I suggest you take a look at this first."

She threw a blue folder at Chu Cang's face.

"This is a copy of Shen Zhuo's confession over there. Although it hasn't been officially handed over to the US yet, I used some connections to get a portion of it in advance." Ye Lingqing's red lips parted slightly, but her words were as cold as a venomous snake. "Regarding the car accident five years ago, Shen Zhuo said it was at your behest. Old Chu, even if you're seventy years old, you'd probably have to spend the rest of your life in prison for intentional homicide, wouldn't you?"

Chu Cang's pupils dilated instantly, and his breathing became rapid, like a broken bellows.

The car accident five years ago. It was an old case where he staged an accident to eliminate his rival in order to seize a piece of land.

He thought he had done everything perfectly, but he never expected that Shen Zhuo, that madman, had a backup plan!

"You...you all..."

Chu Cang clutched his chest, his face turning from ashen to purplish-red.

"Sign it." Bai Jingyou placed a pen on the document, his voice soft yet carrying an undeniable magic. "Once you sign, this testimony will be lost forever on the other side of the Pacific. You can spend the rest of your life in the best sanatorium abroad, instead of counting your days behind bars."

This is the final ultimatum.

It was also the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Chu Cang picked up the pen with trembling hands; things had reached a point where he could no longer salvage the situation.

Even if divine soldiers were to descend from the heavens now, they couldn't stop the Chu family's morale from crumbling.

He glanced at the indifferent shareholders around him, then at the arrogant Bai Jingyou and Ye Lingqing, and finally at the gray sky outside the window.

The fortunes of the Chu family have changed.

The pen tip touched the paper, leaving crooked, uneven marks. Each stroke felt like a tear from his heart.

Ten minutes later.

Bai Jingyou picked up the signed document, blew on the still-wet ink, and nodded in satisfaction.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Mr. Chu."

Without a second thought, he turned and left. Chen Mo and Ye Lingqing followed closely behind.

As they reached the door, a muffled thud suddenly came from behind them, followed by a flurry of exclamations from the conference room.

"Old Master Chu! Old Master Chu has fainted!"

"Call an ambulance immediately!"

Bai Jingyou didn't stop walking, and didn't even turn his head.

The elevator doors slowly closed, shutting out the chaos inside.

In the cramped sedan chair, Ye Lingqing turned her head and looked at Bai Jingyou with a half-smile: "Little brother, the way you looked just now really resembled a villain."

"Thank you for the compliment." Bai Jingyou straightened his tie, looking at his reflection on the elevator wall. "Good people usually don't live long. I'd rather be a troublemaker."

"The Ye family will take 60% of these three segments, and the Bai family will take 40%. Is that alright?" Ye Lingqing was uncompromising when it came to business.

"It's fifty-fifty." Bai Jingyou held up five fingers. "Without the shady dealings I provided, you wouldn't have been able to get this piece of the pie. Besides, if you're interested in that project called Bluebird, I can give you the detailed information."

Ye Lingqing's beautiful eyes flickered, and she thought for three seconds before saying, "Deal. But you have to buy me drinks tonight."

"I would like to respectfully comply, but I'm also afraid that Aunt Ye will eat me too." Bai Jingyou's eyes darkened slightly.

Ye Lingqing almost burst out laughing.

Bai Jingyou stepped out of the elevator, and the rain outside the lobby had stopped sometime earlier.

Sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, shining on the wet streets and reflecting a dazzling light.

Chen Mo opened the car door, and Bai Jingyou got into the back seat and turned off his phone screen.

"Where to, boss?"

Behind them, the signboard on the top floor of the Chu Group building, weathered by wind and rain, finally had a screw loosen and was about to fall.