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All eyes turned to the doorway.

Is it for safety?

Everyone's first thought was of the long-absent housekeeper, An.

But the first person to walk in was a tall man with a buzz cut and wearing a loose tracksuit.

Strangely, he was covered in dust, and even... bloodstains?

It was Wang Dali!

To everyone's surprise...

He was pushing a wheelchair, and there was a person sitting in the wheelchair.

He was in his fifties, his face was still a little pale, and he was wearing a hospital gown.

He was wearing a dark gray coat, and although he looked very weak, his eyes were bright.

It shines so brightly it seems to see right through people's hearts.

Tong Yuan.

An eerie silence fell over the conference room.

Then... everything exploded instantly.

"Chairman Tong...?"

"Big brother!!"

"Old Tong?"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Tong Jin was completely stunned. His mouth was agape, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost. But after he came to his senses, tears of emotion streamed down his face.

"B-Big brother! Are you... alright?"

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he broke free from the two bodyguards behind him and rushed to his older brother.

Tong Jin knelt down directly in front of her elder brother, burying her head in his arms.

My body is trembling incessantly.

Tong Yuan sighed and patted his head:

"Xiao Jin, you..."

"I know, brother, I... disappointed you! But, I'm just glad you're alright!"

The feeling of having his loved one back brought him to tears.

"Alright, hold off on your own for now. Go back to the ancestral hall and kneel there. There are other matters to attend to."

Tong Yuan patted him on the shoulder, then looked up at everyone present.

Liu Meiyuan.

The pen in her hand fell to the ground. Her face was deathly pale, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

He stared at Tong Yuan, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief, as if he were witnessing the worst nightmare.

"H-How is this possible..."

Wang Dali pushed Tong Yuan to the head seat at the conference table.

"Scouts, make way."

Tong Yuan spoke calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

The documents slipped from Tong Jun's hands, and he slumped into a chair, muttering to himself, "Yuan'er...you..."

"I've rescued your precious grandson. You can spend the rest of your life living in the old house."

After Tong Yuan finished speaking, he no longer wanted to hear anything Tong Jun had to say. He waved his hand, and two bodyguards came up and took Tong Jun away.

Everyone then realized that the Boy Scouts were there because of his grandson...

His grandson has a long history of bad behavior; if he weren't a member of the Tong family, he might have already gotten into trouble.

Tong Yao stood up and walked behind her father. The two of them scanned the entire room with their eyes.

Everyone they saw instinctively lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact.

"Gentlemen."

Tong Yuan spoke, his voice still a little hoarse, but his momentum was not diminished in the slightest.

"It's so lively!"

Those four simple words caused the temperature in the meeting room to plummet.

No one dared to speak.

Tong Yuan's gaze finally settled on Liu Meiyuan.

Liu Meiyuan shuddered, abruptly stood up, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Old...Old Tong, you're alright, that's so good, I...I...I..."

She stammered, unsure of what to say for a moment.

Tong Yuan waved his hand, his expression indifferent:

"US Dollar, thank you for your help these past few days while I was in trouble."

His tone was calm, even gentle.

But Liu Meiyuan's face turned even paler.

She knew Tong Yuan's temper best; only at times like this did he truly show his anger.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"Today's shareholders' meeting is now over. From today onwards, the position of Chairman of the Tong Group will be taken over by my daughter, Tong Yao."

He glanced around, then continued speaking:

"No problem, you can go now. If there's a problem... you can go now too."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

Everything was perfectly calm, yet no one dared to speak again.

Who dares to mention it?

"Since there are no problems, the meeting is adjourned."

Tong Yuan waited a few seconds, and seeing that no one spoke, he nodded and spoke.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then quickly left.

Everything today feels like a joke.

Of course, some people didn't leave.

The meeting room door was closed again.

Only a handful of people remained in the vast space.

The Tong family father and daughter, Lin Xuan, Zhao Xueli, and Wang Dali.

Of course, the main character is still Liu Meiyuan.

The instant everyone left.

Liu Meiyuan moved. She shakily got off her chair, walked around the long table, and came to Tong Yuan.

She was like a drowning person, desperately grasping at a last straw:

"Old Tong, I'm so glad you're alright! I...we should go home? I was so worried about you!"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, and she lunged forward, trying to find Tong Yuan.

However, before she could even touch Tong Yuan's clothes, a thick arm was placed in front of her.

She felt like she had bumped into a wall, staggered back two steps, and almost fell.

Tong Yuan said, "They escaped safely."

The moment I heard those words.

Liu Meiyuan stood there dumbfounded.

She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "He...he escaped? Could it be...he poisoned you?!"

In the corner, Lin Xuan smiled helplessly:

"Sister Zhao, she has a pretty strong mentality; she can keep up this."

For the first time ever, Zhao Xueli was angry and said, "This kind of person deserves what he got!"

"Indeed." Lin Xuan nodded.

Tong Yuan looked at Liu Meiyuan, the woman he had shared a bed with for years and thought he could spend the rest of his life with.

He remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a sigh, his voice filled with weariness and disappointment:

"I misjudged the dollar. Some things, once done, are done."

Liu Meiyuan trembled all over, and all the color drained from her face.

She shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face, her voice shrill: "No! I didn't do it, Lao Tong! It really wasn't me, it was Anquan! He threatened me!"

She was incoherent and tried to step forward again, but she couldn't get past Wang Dali by even a step.

Tong Yuan closed his eyes, as if even looking at her for a second was too tiring.

Tong Yao stepped forward, her face icy cold.

She took her phone out of her pocket, tapped it lightly, and then held it up:

"Liu Meiyuan, listen carefully."

She pressed the play button.

A moment of silence followed.

Then came a rustling sound, mixed with heavy breathing and a woman's low moan.

After a while, a sound came out:

"Why are you so late?"

"We just saw them off, so we have to put on a show, right?"

"Tong Jin and Tong Yao?"

"Yes, they want the shares I own."

"So what did you say?"

Whether or not they get it depends on your performance, Madam!

"You look terrible!"

......

After the recording, all that remained was that it was simply unsuitable for children.

Liu Meiyuan was stunned, as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.

Her eyes were wide open, almost bursting, and her delicate makeup was completely ruined by tears, a mixture of terror and despair.

He looked both pathetic and ridiculous.

sad.

"No...it can't be...how could this be..."

Her body trembled uncontrollably, then her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground.