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

The main gate of Dongyang Branch.

Wei Jing walked out of there, completely exhausted.

The setting sun was a bit too bright, shining on his wrinkled coat.

His lips were chapped, his once meticulously styled hair was now disheveled, and he looked utterly exhausted.

A black Mercedes was already parked on the side of the road in front of the branch office.

Madam Wei quickly got out of the carriage and went to greet him, "Xiao Jing!"

She grabbed her son's shoulders, her eyes filled with heartache and anxiety:

"What exactly happened? How did you get involved in this kind of case? You…"

"Mom, let's talk in the car."

Wei Jing glanced warily at the security camera at the entrance of the branch office, then pulled his mother into the back seat of the Mercedes.

The car door closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

Wei Jing leaned back in his leather seat, closed his eyes, rubbed his temples hard, and recounted what had happened.

When Madam Wei heard Jiang Chu's name, her face turned extremely ugly.

"That vixen again! I knew it!" she said coldly. "That face looks like it's destined to cause trouble!"

Wei Jing was about to speak.

Madam Wei glared at him again, "She willingly degraded herself to become an old man's mistress, what's it to you? Why are you investigating? Is someone like her worth risking breaking the law for?!"

Wei Jing was speechless. "I didn't know things would turn out this way. I just wanted to know who it was, and I didn't intend to do anything else..."

"You can tell Qian Wei is no good just by listening to his name! If you associate with someone like that, you're most likely to get dragged down with them!"

Madam Wei grew angrier and angrier, pinching him several times and giving him a severe scolding. Then, still seething with anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "That slut has bewitched you!"

She started cursing Jiang Chu again, "Once this storm passes, we'll expose that vixen's affair online and ruin her reputation completely..."

"Mom," Wei Jing shook his head, "Many people know she used to be my girlfriend. What good will it do me if her reputation is ruined?"

Madam Wei glanced at him. "After you graduate, who will remember your past? But she definitely cares more about your reputation than you do."

A sharp, urgent cell phone ringtone sounded.

Mrs. Wei took out her phone and saw that it was a call from the company's CFO.

"Hey, Lao Cen?"

Madam Wei spoke in an unfriendly tone, somewhat irritated, "Didn't I say I had to deal with Xiao Jing's matter this afternoon? The company's general reports can be sent directly—"

"Something terrible has happened!"

Old Cen's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with terror.

"Mr. Zhao, at 2 PM this afternoon, Huajing Bank's business department suddenly called, saying that our 300 million yuan supply chain financing loan has a 'technical document defect' and we need to provide supplementary materials and a new third-party guarantee immediately. If we cannot provide these within 48 hours, they will initiate the early loan recovery process according to the contract terms..."

"What document is defective?" Madam Wei frowned. "We completed the approval process six months ago, how could there suddenly be a defect?"

"I also think it's outrageous," Old Cen said with a hint of helplessness. "But the bank's attitude is very firm. They said their compliance department discovered the problem during an internal audit. Mr. Wei, not only Huajing Bank, but Shengjing Commercial Bank also just called to say that another loan we have with them has been added to their risk assessment list..."

"What?!" Madam Wei gritted her teeth. "One bank having problems could be a coincidence, but two banks having problems at the same time? That's absolutely abnormal! Old Cen, first contact our connections in the banking regulatory department and see if we can smooth things over. If the money still can't be disbursed, then we'll advance it first..."

She paused, a sense of foreboding creeping over her, but she continued to ask:

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes..." A rustling sound of papers came from the other end of the phone. "The North China Logistics Port just sent an official letter saying that during a routine fire inspection, our rented cold chain warehouse was found to have problems such as 'corridor width not meeting regulations' and 'unclear emergency exit signs.' They require us to rectify these issues within a specified period, and during the rectification period, goods are prohibited from entering or leaving the warehouse..."

"Banning the import and export of goods?" Madam Wei gasped. "What about our three hundred tons of chilled goods? Are we just going to leave them there to rot? Old Cen, go find the director of the logistics port immediately, spend the necessary funds, and see if we can speed up the rectification process. Also, contact our partners right away and tell them we've encountered some temporary difficulties; the goods will arrive two days later..."

Before she even hung up the phone, Mrs. Wei received a message from the company's largest supplier group.

She glanced at it, her face darkened, and she immediately made a phone call.

"Oh dear, Mr. Zhao," came a somewhat embarrassed male voice on the other end of the phone, "I'm so sorry, our board of directors recently made a strategic shift, focusing resources on cooperating with leading companies. Other partners will be temporarily... You know how business is, today's good partners may be replaced tomorrow..."

Mrs. Wei was furious. "Mr. Wang, we've been cooperating for almost five years, and our orders have increased in the first two quarters..."

"I know, I know," the voice on the other end became even more awkward. "It really isn't a personal matter. It's a decision made by higher-ups, and there's nothing I can do about it... Mr. Zhao, don't worry, we will definitely complete the existing contracts on time and with high quality. It's just that we are powerless to handle new orders."

The call was politely but firmly ended.

Madam Wei froze in her seat, looking at Wei Jing. "What... what's going on?"

Surely they can't all receive the news and stop cooperating with Wei Jinggang just because he was taken away by the police?

This is utterly absurd.

This is just being taken in for questioning!

"Mom," Wei Jing frowned, "I'll try to use my connections to see if I can find out anything. This matter is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface."

He sent messages to a few friends, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally contacted Xie Qingyang.

First, tell the other party that you have left the police station and that those things were just a misunderstanding. Then, talk about the troubles of the Wei family company.

Xie Qingyang's reply came a few minutes late.

But he still said he would ask around for him.

For the next three hours, Mrs. Wei was on the phone and busy making moves around.

She first contacted a friend who had some connections in the banking regulatory department, and after a lot of effort, she finally figured out what the "documentary defects" that Huajing Bank was asking for in order to provide supplementary information were.

To put it bluntly, it refers to some minor details that can be misinterpreted as "non-standard".

Normally, banks wouldn't take this kind of issue seriously, but if they do, they can use it as an excuse to conduct risk assessments and re-examinations.

Mrs. Wei then went to several business friends with whom she had worked for many years, trying to smooth things over with the supplier group that had suddenly canceled the order, but she received the same answer—the other party was resolute in their attitude.

As for the fire safety issue at the logistics port, this time Mrs. Wei was smarter. She took a large sum of "sponsorship money" to a deputy director of the port, who quickly said that he would "arrange for someone to carry out rectification as soon as possible".

Wei Jing's father is still abroad, so only she can do these things now. She has put on countless smiles, said countless nice things, and spent countless amounts of money.

Lady Wei was not young, and after all that fuss, she was starting to feel the strain.

When she got home that night, she leaned on the sofa and felt a tightness and swelling in her chest. Her old problem of heart palpitations resurfaced, her temples throbbed with pain, and her back was so sore and stiff that she couldn't straighten up.

Wei Jing wanted to help, but he wasn't good at it. "Mom, is there anything I can do?"

Madam Wei clutched her chest, barely able to speak, "Any news about your friends?"

Just as Wei Jing was about to answer, Madam Wei suddenly closed her eyes and fainted.

"mom!"

The Wei family was immediately thrown into chaos.