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

"Fake……"

Xie Qingyang said in a trembling voice.

She grabbed the photocopy from the table and stared at the words on it, her eyes bloodshot with extreme resistance and anger.

Xie Qingyang's gaze swept past the densely packed technical parameters and gene locus list, fixing fixedly on the few lines of bold black text in the conclusion section—

"Based on the existing samples and STR polymorphism test results, it is supported that Xie Rong is Xie Qingyang's biological father."

Enraged, she tore the report to shreds and slammed it on the table.

"This is fake!"

Xie Qingyang pointed at Xie Jing and roared angrily.

"You don't actually believe me, do you?"

Although she hadn't spent much time with Xie Jing, she was well aware of Tianyu Chairman's abilities; making something like this was effortless for him.

"You prepared this a long time ago, and you deliberately prevented me from doing so..."

Before he could utter even more offensive curses, Xie Qingyang's voice weakened.

Her face grew increasingly pale.

A sharp, stabbing pain exploded from deep within my chest.

Under such intense emotional stimulation, the already fragile cardiovascular system was subjected to unbearable pressure.

Xie Jing looked at her expressionlessly.

If she hadn't repeatedly attacked and humiliated Jiang Chu, the process would have been quite different, but what would she be going through now?

He didn't care at all.

"Well……"

Xie Qingyang groaned in pain, clutching his chest tightly and gasping for breath, cold sweat instantly pouring down his forehead.

"My elder brother was born with a weak constitution."

Xie Jing said calmly, "So I originally didn't want to have any children, but your mother, Miss Qiu... disregarded my elder brother's wishes, and that's how you came to be."

Xie Qingyang's eyes widened.

What?

What does that mean?

She wasn't just an illegitimate child, she wasn't even...

Her mother was even—

Do not!

This can't be true!

In a daze, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in Xie Qingyang's mind.

That strange thing Xie Jing said earlier!

"At least in their relationship, it was all consensual."

She didn't understand then, but now she suddenly does.

Did Qiu Yuan somehow force Xie Rong?!

"No..." Xie Qingyang shook his head forcefully, "You're just..."

Xie Jing did it on purpose!

They're trying to smear her!

If she is his daughter, he wants to drive her away for Jiang Chu's sake!

but--

If she is his niece, then she should be the legitimate eldest daughter of the Xie family, Xie Sen's eldest granddaughter, and everything in this family should belong to her!

Xie Jing refused to admit it, saying that her mother had forced her father and was deliberately trying to lower her status!

Xie Qingyang's mind was in complete chaos.

But I can't figure it out right now.

She felt dizzy and her legs began to weaken. Like a puppet with its strings cut, she collapsed onto the cold floor of the conference room.

"..."

The room was eerily quiet.

No one dared to breathe loudly, or even glance around.

The servants, well-trained, entered through the side door and carried the unconscious Xie Qingyang out.

Assistant Wang turned his head and whispered a few instructions, and the medical team immediately took over the follow-up work.

Soon after, people heard the roar of engines outside the windows.

Xie Jing sat at the head of the conference table. "I don't want to waste time. If there are no problems, the meeting can begin."

The man leaned back slightly, resting against the wide leather chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

No one questioned it.

In the Xie family, Xie Jing's will is the only rule.

Now that he says it's the end of the story, everyone must immediately clear their minds of shock and force themselves into work mode.

Assistant Wang stepped forward and dimmed the lights in the conference room slightly.

The screen in the center lights up, displaying an annual summary table of the Tianyu Group's non-core industries and the Xie family's various trust operations.

"The first item is the annual profit and loss report of non-core logistics and warehousing business in South China."

A middle-aged man on the left side of the long table shivered and quickly stood up.

Jiang Chu listened attentively.

The middle-aged man opened the tablet in front of him, and the cold sweat on his forehead was clearly visible in the reflection of the screen's fluorescent light.

"Chairman, the overall logistics throughput in South China this year has decreased by three percentage points compared to last year, but... however, thanks to our efforts, total revenue has still maintained a slight increase. However, due to the increase in fuel surcharges and labor costs in the second half of the year, the net profit margin has declined slightly..."

"stop."

Xie Jing raised his hand.

He looked at Assistant Wang and said, "The third quarter financial report is on page seventeen, column C of the detailed table."

Xie Jing paused, "The industry average increase in fuel surcharges is 4%, but the logistics trunk line costs you reported have increased by 14%. Where did the other 10% go?"

The middle-aged man's face turned deathly pale instantly. His lips moved slightly, "That...that's the premium for warehouse leasing, because..."

"Because you signed the lease renewal contracts for three large warehouses in Haicheng to a shell real estate company under your brother-in-law's name at a price 15% higher than the market price."

Xie Jing interrupted him, his dark eyes icy, "Do you really think that by going through two layers of outsourcing on the books, Tianyu's audit team won't be able to find the actual records?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head dejectedly, "I..."

"Next year, non-core logistics operations in the South China region will be handled directly by professional managers dispatched by the group. You will hand over all management authority after today's meeting."

Xie Jing said coldly, "Your annual fixed dividend will be reduced by 80%. Any objections?"

The man dared not utter a single word of dissent, shaking his head repeatedly: "No, no objection. It's entirely up to the chairman's arrangements..."

The meeting continued.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, and the voices of the next few people trembled as they gave their reports.

Soon, it was Xie Feng's turn, whom he had met before in the greenhouse.

When Xie Feng stood up, his calves were cramping.

He stole a glance at Jiang Chu sitting next to Xie Jing, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

"Chairman, we haven't participated in any actual business operations this year. We've simply followed the rules and received the fixed dividends from the family trust fund."

Xie Feng's voice was extremely respectful, even tinged with humility.

"This year, the trust fund's stable overseas investment return rate is 4.5%. The accounts have all been handed over to Assistant Wang and the team for verification. Every expenditure is clear and there is absolutely no illegal operation."

Xie Jing leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over the old face etched with tension.

"Keeping to your own business is a good thing." His voice was unreadable. "Third Uncle, since you're getting old, just enjoy your dividends and live a good retirement. Watch your mouth and keep an eye on your family. Don't go around asking about every little thing."

Xie Feng suddenly shuddered.

Xie Jing knew everything that happened in the manor.

"Yes, yes, yes! The chairman is right!" Xie Feng, sweating profusely, nodded and bowed repeatedly. "We will definitely behave ourselves and absolutely will not speak or inquire about anything!"

Xie Jing ignored him and tapped his long fingers twice on the table: "Next."