The Heiress's Game

Wang Manyun lowered her head, covered her mouth with one hand, and sobs escaped through her fingers.

Gu Zhenxing looked up at her, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Wang Manyun did not answer.

She covered her mouth, tears already sliding down her fingers, and her shoulders trembled more and more violently.

"Gu Zhenxing,"

"I've been married into your Gu family for over twenty years... over twenty years."

Gu Zhenxing put down his teacup, leaned back on the sofa, and silently watched her.

"When I married you, you were more than 20 years older than me. My family all said I was crazy."

But I accepted it. On my first day of marriage, I became the stepmother of three children. Mingcheng was only a little over ten years younger than me at the time. He stood in front of me and called me "Aunt Wang." I found it absurd.

But I still accepted it. I served you your food and clothing, managed the household for you, socialized with the ladies' circles outside for you, and ran the charity foundation for you... Mingyue and Yunjin, which one of them didn't I watch grow up?

Did you ever care about their food, clothing, daily necessities, schooling, or parent-teacher conferences? It was all me! I took care of everything for them, one by one!

Her voice grew louder and louder, her tears flowed more and more fiercely, and her makeup was ruined, but she seemed to care about nothing at all, pouring out all the words that had been suppressed in her heart over the years.

Do you think I don't know how many women you have on the side?

Have you had a breakup with the women in your life all these years? I've seen it all, but have I ever asked you that question?

I make sure you maintain a glamorous image in public, so everyone who sees you will say, "Mrs. Gu is so lucky!"

But do you even know what kind of life I lead behind closed doors?

She couldn't continue. She covered her mouth, curled up on the sofa, and cried uncontrollably.

Gu Zhenxing sat opposite him, without saying a word.

His expression didn't change much.

"Mingcheng is the heir. He was destined to be the future master of the entire Gu family from birth. I have no objection. He is the eldest son, and this is what he deserves."

Wang Manyun suddenly raised her head, looked at him with red eyes, and her voice was still trembling.

"Yun Jin is your daughter. I have no objection to giving her three percent of the shares as a dowry—she is marrying into the Bai family to pave the way for a marriage alliance with the Gu family, I understand."

Ke Zhenxing, have you ever thought about Yunxuan? Yunxuan is also your own son!

He wasn't picked up from somewhere; he was born to you after I carried him for ten months!

Mingcheng has the Gu family's backing, and Yunjin has over 20 billion yuan worth of shares—what does Yunxuan have? He has nothing! He hasn't even given a straight answer!

She practically shouted the last few words.

The bedroom remained quiet for a long time.

Gu Zhenxing stood up, walked to Wang Manyun, and stood there without sitting down, looking down at her.

He raised his hand slightly, as if to pat her shoulder, but in the end, it just hung at his side, he clenched his fist, and then relaxed it.

"Regarding Yunxuan," he began.

"I have plans."

Wang Manyun's shoulders trembled slightly, but her face remained buried in her hands, and she did not look up.

"Most of the Gu family's businesses are located in the country, and these will all belong to Mingcheng in the future."

He has been firmly in his position as heir for so many years, it's impossible for him to change his mind.

Yun Jin's shares were part of her dowry. After she got married, she wouldn't participate in the Gu family's daily operations; she would only receive dividends and voting rights. You knew all this.

Gu Zhen paused for a moment, "But the Gu family's businesses aren't limited to China."

We also have businesses overseas – casinos in Macau, resorts and hotels in Southeast Asia, and several commercial properties in Europe.

These are not included in Gu's consolidated financial statements and are directly controlled by me. While their scale is not comparable to the domestic real estate sector, they still amount to a considerable sum.

Wang Manyun's sobs gradually subsided. Her fingers slowly slid down her face, revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes, her tearful gaze filled with disbelief.

"These overseas businesses," Gu Zhenxing continued.

"From now on, everything belongs to Yunxuan. It's not about giving him dividends, it's about giving him everything. The license plates in Macau, the land in Southeast Asia, the properties in Europe—ownership, management rights, and profit rights—all belong to him. I will make it clear in my will."

Wang Manyun stared at him blankly, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, her lips slightly parted, but she couldn't utter a single word.

She sniffed, took two tissues from the coffee table, and wiped the tears from her face.

Why didn't you say so earlier?

"You were angry just now, so you wouldn't listen to me anyway."

Gu Zhenxing looked into her eyes, his tone calm.

"Besides, this kind of thing shouldn't be talked about in the first place. The business in Macau involves gaming licenses, and the fewer people who know about it, the better."

Wang Manyun's rationality returned quickly—Gu Zhenxing's words were a promise; if he said he would give it to Yunxuan, he would definitely give it to her.

He said that if it's clearly written in the will, then it definitely will be written.

Casinos in Macau, resorts in Southeast Asia, commercial real estate in Europe—she quickly went through the scale of these assets in her mind.

Although the conclusions reached were not as impressive as Gu Mingcheng's domestic industries, they were still enough to put Yunxuan at the top of the pyramid for the rest of his life.

More importantly, the fact that Gu Zhenxing said these words in person today means that he cares about Yunxuan and considers her his wife.

She stood up, straightened her robe, and walked to the dressing table.

The mirror reflected her tear-smeared makeup and disheveled hair. Looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly realized that her crying tonight wasn't all an act—after saying some things, her chest didn't feel so tight anymore.

She picked up a cotton pad, soaked it in makeup remover, and gently wiped away the remaining smudged makeup from the corners of her eyes. Then she turned around, looked at the man on the sofa whose temples already had gray hair, and smiled.

The smile still carried a hint of lingering grievance, but more than anything, it conveyed a sense of relief after surviving a disaster.

"I'll go get you some hot water," she said, walking up to him and gently patting his shoulder, her tone returning to its usual crispness and gentleness.

"You must be tired too, go wash up and go to bed early."