A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Xie Qingyang was stunned.

Her whole body stiffened, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.

"...What?"

She thought she had misheard and subconsciously asked a question in return.

But Mr. Tao didn't repeat it; he just gave her a complicated look.

His gaze held a hint of helplessness and a sense of knowing this would happen, but not much sympathy or pity.

Mr. Tao quickly turned his head away, avoiding her gaze, and strode towards the door.

The secretary followed closely behind with her head down, walking hurriedly, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Xie Qingyang stood there, his mind blank.

He has no daughter.

He actually said that! And he even said it to his senior executives!

It must have been that bastard surnamed Wang who said those words!

Xie Qingyang was filled with regret.

She was speaking from the heart at the time; if she had a choice, she would have preferred Xie Jing to die so that she could inherit the Tianyu Group.

Of course, Xie Qingyang also knew in his heart that if such a thing really happened now, he would not be able to hold onto this huge empire at all.

Let alone now, even in a few years, it probably won't be possible.

She resented Xie Jing's frequent obstruction and interference, which even harmed her friends.

...So what if the Wei family's business has some problems?

She wasn't new to this business; she knew very well that no businessman could be completely clean.

However, if Xie Jing maintains this attitude, her future career will be affected.

How can she still get shares in Tianyu Group?

Xie Jing is sixteen years older than her and in excellent health. If she wanted to outlive him, how old would she be by then?

Xie Qingyang was in a state of utter confusion.

The more she thought about it, the more resentful she became—which child hasn't argued with their father?

Was Xie Jing really that polite to Mr. Xie Sen back then?

Why do I have to be the one to support him?

Xie Qingyang momentarily forgot that Xie Sen frequently resorted to corporal punishment and even made his son risk his life in the war-torn mining area; he only felt that Xie Jing was extremely hypocritical.

Panic ensued.

Is he serious?

No.

Will not.

This is definitely just to scare her and make her give in.

It's just infuriating that this guy surnamed Tao actually said such things in front of everyone!

"...I told you so."

"It's obviously not like that..."

The surrounding chatter gradually grew louder.

The people at the front desk were talking in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally glancing at her.

On one side of the lobby, employees waiting for the elevator were watching the commotion, a cryptic smile playing on their lips.

People near the turnstiles were even more gloating.

Xie Qingyang felt his blood rushing to his head, his head about to explode, and a tightness in his chest.

The doors to the private elevator opened once again.

Three more executives came out.

The person in the lead was the financial director, surnamed Zheng, who was in her early fifties and had her hair neatly combed.

Xie Qingyang was held by her when he was a child, and he would receive gifts from her during holidays.

however--

Director Zheng's gaze swept across her face without pausing, without nodding, and without making any other comment.

While looking down at the reports on her tablet, she whispered something to the legal director beside her, and walked straight past Xie Qingyang without stopping.

The general counsel stood beside her, equally focused, as if Xie Qingyang were merely a pillar in the hall, an insignificant decoration.

The third person to step out was the group's human resources president, a man in his early forties wearing frameless glasses.

He did glance at Xie Qingyang.

But he only glanced at it, his gaze indifferent and polite, before turning his attention away and walking toward another exit.

Three people, three postures, conveying the same message.

Without Xie Jing's approval, you are nothing in this place.

Xie Qingyang stood still.

The gazes around her felt like needles pricking her.

She practically gritted her teeth, quickly turned around and left, getting into her car with a dark expression on her face.

Assistant Zhang rushed over after receiving the news, and upon arriving, he witnessed this scene. "Young Miss..."

Xie Qingyang looked at him coldly.

Assistant Zhang, holding the asset report, said, "Miss, we currently hold approximately 3.2% of Rongke's circulating shares... Our unrealized profit is already close to 17%, which translates to a net profit of about 80 million."

Xie Qingyang took the briefing, his eyes quickly scanning the strings of numbers, and he couldn't help but smile.

The gloom from before has been completely dispelled.

In less than a month, there was a floating profit of nearly 100 million!

As long as she can prove herself and earn enough money, Xie Jing will eventually acknowledge her.

Xie Qingyang laughed. "Once the merger and acquisition news is officially announced, the stock price will likely hit at least two or three more limit-up days. It seems the domestic stock market is indeed much easier to navigate. Those so-called regulatory red lines are nothing special after all."

Assistant Zhang: "..."

If you say so, then so be it.

Assistant Zhang calmly said, "Miss, these profits are just figures on paper right now. According to our previous plan, it would be best to sell in batches on the second trading day after the merger and acquisition announcement, when market sentiment is at its peak, so that we can secure the profits."

Xie Qingyang waved his hand, "I don't need you to teach me. You keep a close eye on the market and report any unusual activity to me immediately."

She paused, then continued, "Oh, by the way, the year-end family dinner is coming up soon, go and find out more about it..."

Assistant Zhang didn't say much.

According to the Xie family's long-standing tradition, a family gathering will be held at their large manor on the outskirts of Beijing on the eve of New Year's Day.

At that time, all branches and lineages will gather in one place.

In principle, Xie Jing should also attend, but he will either attend for a very short time or have his assistant, Wang, attend in his place to listen to various reports.

"...Let's see if Father wants to participate."

Xie Qingyang said in a low voice.

Assistant Zhang nodded, "Yes."

Most likely they will participate.

he thinks.

After all, they're probably going to announce something very important.