After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Gu Ziming was stunned. He hadn't expected Lei Heng to react so strongly, and to say such harsh things.

"President Lei, I... I was just trying to give you a friendly reminder..." Gu Ziming stammered, trying to explain.

"A friendly reminder?" Lei Heng sneered and slammed his hand on the table.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the wine glasses on the table shook.

"Who do you think you are, pointing fingers at my desk?!" Lei Heng pointed at Gu Ziming's nose and cursed mercilessly, "You think you can act all high and mighty just because you're wearing an expensive suit and have studied abroad a few times?"

Although Lei Heng did not directly reveal Jiang Ye's true identity, his words were enough to shock the entire audience.

The people queuing around to offer toasts all gasped, their gazes towards Jiang Ye instantly changing. How could someone who could make Lei Heng so furious and protective be just a driver?

Gu Ziming's face turned pale and then red, as if he had been slapped hard across the face several times in public, the pain burning. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word, and his legs even felt weak.

Shen Qinghan turned pale with fright. She quickly stepped forward and bowed repeatedly, apologizing, "President Lei, I'm so sorry! Zimo was drunk and said things he didn't mean. Please don't take it to heart! We'll leave right away!"

Lei Heng leaned slightly forward and, in a voice only Shen Qinghan and Shen Mo could hear, coldly looked at them and said:

"Shen Qinghan, President Shen! I used to think you just had bad taste, but now it seems you have something wrong with your head."

"You and your indiscriminately biting dog, get out of my sight immediately. And this is my final warning: watch your mouths from now on. Don't offend Mr. Jiang, or... I guarantee, ten Shen Groups wouldn't be enough to take you down with them!"

Lei Heng's words revealed an undisguised murderous intent.

Shen Qinghan trembled all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

She dared not utter another word, clinging tightly to the terrified Gu Ziming, and slunk away from the main table amidst the strange gazes of everyone present.

Only after retreating to the far corner of the hall did Shen Qinghan release her grip, panting heavily. Her back was soaked with cold sweat.

Gu Ziming picked up a glass of ice water from the table and gulped down a large mouthful, barely managing to suppress the fear in his heart. But what followed was an intense sense of humiliation.

"Damn it, what's with the attitude?!" Gu Ziming cursed through gritted teeth. "Has this guy surnamed Lei been drugged? How come he invited Jiang Ye to the main table number 1 and is even protecting him like this?!"

Shen Qinghan ignored his complaints. Her brows were furrowed, and the scene that had just happened at table number one kept replaying in her mind.

This is too strange.

This is really too strange.

Jiang Ye is clearly just a driver for the Shen Group, a useless stay-at-home husband. How could he suddenly get involved with Kunlun Capital?

Moreover, Lei Heng's attitude just now was too abnormal.

Even if Jiang Ye is indeed related to Kunlun Capital, is it necessary for Lei Heng, as the president of the Asia-Pacific region, to get so angry in front of so many people for the sake of Jiang Ye, and even say such harsh words?

"Could it be... that Jiang Ye is some important person?"

Shen Qinghan muttered to himself, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.

She suddenly remembered some things that had happened before.

That Centurion Black Card with an unfathomable credit limit.

That exorbitant Michelin restaurant bill.

And then there's Wang Teng, that arrogant and domineering rich kid, who actually knelt down in front of Jiang Ye and begged for mercy.

These events, taken individually, might be explained by coincidence or Jiang Ye leveraging someone else's influence. But if you connect all these events, plus Lei Heng's reaction today…

Shen Qinghan's heart skipped a beat, and an extremely absurd yet terrifying thought flashed through her mind.

"Zi Mo, do you think it's possible that Jiang Ye is a senior executive at Kunlun Capital?"

"Stop thinking nonsense, Qinghan," Gu Ziming interrupted her thoughts.

He straightened his slightly disheveled tie, forcibly salvaging his composure, and sneered, "How could that gigolo be a high-ranking executive? Didn't you see the way he ate like a starving ghost just now? Where was the slightest bit of refinement a great man should have?"

"But Lei Heng..."

"Lei Heng is just protecting his own!" Gu Ziming interrupted her dismissively. "These big bosses all have this bad habit; they think you have to consider the owner before beating a dog. I just publicly criticized one of his subordinates, and he felt I embarrassed him, so he used it as an excuse to vent. He's probably just a driver, or some distant relative, someone they put in the company to make a living. Didn't Jiang Ye just leave the Shen Group not long ago?"

Gu Ziming's analysis seemed to make some sense, and Shen Qinghan's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

Yes, Jiang Ye has been married to her for seven years. Every day, besides doing laundry, cooking, and picking up the children, she knows his worth.

If he really had such a powerful background, how could he have endured seven years of humiliation and subservience in the Shen family?

This makes no sense at all.

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the absurd thought in her mind. She didn't have the energy to care about Jiang Ye's identity right now; the life and death of the Shen Group was the most important thing.

"Regardless of his identity, we can't afford to offend Kunlun Capital now." Shen Qinghan regained her composure as a female CEO:

"Zi Mo, immediately arrange for people to keep a close eye on the Cloud Top Town project. Xia Yu is no simple woman; her performance at the meeting today was too eye-catching. We must find out Blue Ocean Group's trump card. Even if we can't get control, we must find a way to get a share of this project. This is Shen's Group's last chance; we absolutely cannot afford any mistakes!"

Gu Ziming nodded, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes: "Don't worry, Qinghan, Xia Yu thinks she can monopolize this prize? Not so easy. I'll show her who's in charge here in Hanzhou!"

After saying that, the two felt there was no point in staying any longer, so they left.

.....

Meanwhile, in the corridor outside the banquet hall, Xia Yu was walking back hurriedly in high heels.

She received an urgent call from the company's engineering department as soon as the closed-door meeting ended.

They say there's a problem with the supply chain.

Xia Yu spent a full half hour on the phone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor, finally managing to suppress that cunning supplier and stabilize the supply chain.

After dealing with this tricky matter, she felt a throbbing pain in her temples.

She took a deep breath, took out a powder compact from her bag, touched up her makeup briefly in front of the glass in the corridor, and after confirming that her appearance was still perfect, she pushed open the heavy door and walked back into the banquet hall.

By this time, the banquet was drawing to a close.

The atmosphere in the hall was much more relaxed than when the banquet had just started. Many people had left their seats and were chatting and socializing in twos and threes with their wine glasses in hand.

The toasting line at the main table had shortened considerably. However, there were still seven or eight business owners standing there respectfully with their glasses in hand, waiting to toast Lei Heng and get acquainted with him.

Xia Yu knew that proper etiquette was absolutely essential in this kind of situation. Although Blue Ocean Group had performed admirably in today's closed-door meeting, the final decision still rested with Kunlun Capital.

She walked to the bar counter, took a glass of red wine from the waiter, straightened her well-tailored business suit, and headed towards table number one, quietly joining the last place in line.