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In the meeting room, several minority shareholders, whose resolve had been shaken by Han Qingru's withdrawal of investment, were whispering and discussing amongst themselves.

"Bang!"

The conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

Jiang Ye strode in, accompanied by Lei Heng and a dozen burly bodyguards in black.

The bodyguards quickly dispersed and firmly guarded the conference room door, cutting off all escape routes.

Jiang Ye walked to the head seat and sat down with an air of authority.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes coldly swept over every small shareholder present.

"I heard you have some concerns about the company's future?"

Jiang Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chillingly powerful aura.

The minority shareholders looked at each other, and one of them, who was a little bolder, stood up with a stiff upper lip.

"President Jiang, Chairman Han suddenly withdrew his investment, taking away one-third of the company's cash flow. There are a lot of rumors circulating outside, and we are also thinking of the company's best interests..."

"Bang!"

Jiang Ye slammed his hand on the conference table, interrupting the shareholder.

"For the company's benefit?"

Jiang Ye sneered, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

"You're just afraid your money will go down the drain, aren't you!"

Jiang Ye turned to Lei Heng and coldly ordered, "Old Lei, show them the thing."

Lei Heng immediately took out a thick stack of documents from his briefcase and threw them in front of several small shareholders.

"What's this?" Several shareholders asked, flipping through the documents with a puzzled look.

With just one glance, their faces turned deathly pale!

That was an extremely demanding capital-based betting agreement!

The agreement clearly stipulates that if they choose to withdraw their investment now, they will not only have to pay a huge penalty, but Kunlun Capital also has the right to forcibly acquire all of their shares at a price 50% lower than the market price!

"President Jiang! What do you mean by this?! This is blatant robbery!" a shareholder shouted angrily.

"Rob?"

Jiang Ye leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and a cruel sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"When I, Jiang Ye, do things, I always try to be courteous first and then resort to force."

"If you have no confidence in the company, what's the point of keeping a bunch of useless people like you?"

"Sign this agreement, take your money and get out. Otherwise, I guarantee you'll see your shares become worthless pieces of paper!"

Jiang Ye's methods are swift, decisive, and ruthless!

Under the overwhelming pressure of capital and the intimidating force of the bodyguards, the minority shareholders had absolutely no chance to resist.

They could only grit their teeth, sign their names on the betting agreement in humiliation, and then slink out of the conference room.

In just one day.

Jiang Ye completely purged the dissenting voices within Kunlun Capital in a manner that bordered on tyranny!

The entire company has once again become Jiang Ye's personal fiefdom!

……

Xia Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the president's office, watching Jiang Ye's almost self-destructive and frantic work ethic, and felt a deep sense of worry.

She knew that Jiang Ye was using work to numb himself, trying to fill the huge void left by Han Qingru's departure with endless busyness.

To fill this gap, Xia Yu made a bold decision.

She moved Huaxia Cultural Tourism's office directly to the building below Kunlun Capital.

She began to subtly and powerfully permeate Jiang Ye's life and work.

She would accurately remember when Jiang Ye's stomach problems flared up, have a top private chef deliver nutritious meals on time, and personally supervise him as he ate them.

She would quietly walk into his office late at night while he was reviewing reports, drape a warm cashmere coat over him, and then sit quietly on the sofa to keep him company.

She would offer him a glass of warm water when he got angry in meetings, and use rational analysis to help him calm down.

Xia Yu's efforts were recognized by all the employees of Kunlun Capital.

Rumors have even begun to circulate that Xia Yu has become the true "boss's wife" of Kunlun Capital.

Xia Yu has never denied these rumors, and even tacitly acknowledged them on some occasions.

She believed that as long as she worked hard enough and stayed by his side, one day she would be able to melt the ice in Jiang Ye's heart.

……

Our gaze returns to the old town of Hanju.

In a secluded corner, two streets away from the international kindergarten.

A small storefront, less than ten square meters in size, quietly opened for business.

There are no fancy signs above the store, just the simple words "handmade baking".

The proprietress of this shop is none other than Shen Qinghan.

She was once a female CEO worth hundreds of billions who never lifted a finger, only wore haute couture, and always had to be chauffeured around in luxury cars.

These days, I have to get up at four o'clock every morning.

She was wearing a faded old apron, kneading dough, fermenting it, and baking bread in the cramped, stuffy kitchen.

Her hands were no longer as fair and delicate as before.

Because of prolonged exposure to the high-temperature oven, her hands were covered in countless blisters, with old wounds not yet healed and new ones appearing. Her once slender fingers had become rough and unsightly, with flour residue still stuck in her nails.

However, Shen Qinghan seemed to feel no pain.

The moment she looks forward to most each day is when kindergarten lets out in the afternoon.

Whenever this happens, she puts down what she's doing and hides far away behind the flour-covered glass door of the bakery.

She dared not go out, and even dared not let her daughter see her in this disheveled and wretched state.

She simply hid silently behind the door, staring intently at the street corner through the glass.

Soon, that familiar black Rolls-Royce Phantom will slowly drive by.

Sometimes it was the nanny who held Shen Xinyu's hand, and sometimes it was Jiang Ye who came to pick her up in person.

Looking at my daughter's bright and innocent smile through the car window, and seeing her happily carrying her little schoolbag.

Shen Qinghan's tears would always fall silently, dripping onto her apron covered in flour.

She finally understood what she had lost back then.

She lost a man who doted on her, and she lost a once happy and fulfilling family.

She has no expectations now.

She didn't ask Jiang Ye to forgive her, nor did she ask to return to that magnificent villa.

All she wanted was to watch over the father and daughter from afar in this most humble and discreet way, and to see her daughter grow up healthy.

that's enough.

……

However, for two consecutive days.

Shen Qinghan hid behind the glass door but didn't see the familiar Rolls-Royce, nor did she see Jiang Ye's figure.

The only person who came to pick up Shen Xinyu was her nanny, Aunt Wang.

A strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in Shen Qinghan's heart.

No matter how busy Jiang Ye is, he would never miss picking up his daughter for two consecutive days.

Could something have happened?

Shen Qinghan hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist. She took out her old phone with the cracked screen and dialed Zhou Lianqiang's number.

In Hanzhou, Zhou Lianqiang had the best access to information.

"Hey, Boss Zhou, this is Shen Qinghan." Shen Qinghan's voice was a little hoarse.

"Boss Shen? What can I do for you?" Zhou Lianqiang was relatively polite to Shen Qinghan, after all, she was Jiang Ye's ex-wife, and now she was running a small shop quietly without causing any trouble.

"I want to ask... Jiang Ye... has something happened to him recently? I haven't seen him pick up Xinyu for two days in a row," Shen Qinghan asked cautiously.

Zhou Lianqiang paused for a moment on the other end of the phone.

"Jiang got caught in the rain a couple of days ago, developed a high fever, and was unconscious for two days and two nights. Although his fever has subsided, he is still very weak and has been working overtime at the company."

Upon hearing this news, Shen Qinghan's heart skipped a beat, and the dough in her hand fell to the ground.