A female protagonist who suffers abuse in a novel? I'm flipping the table and going crazy on th

Gu Ting touched his nose, his mind already picturing Wen Qi's mocking expression.

Wen Qi: "A brain is a good thing, it's a pity you don't have one."

They're incredibly stupid; they have a brain but can't use it at all.

Gu Ting: "..."

He kept his microphone off and didn't dare to say a word.

Honestly, compared to Wen Qi, he was indeed a bit... lacking in strength.

Wen Qi then asked, "Is all the money in your family currently in your hands?"

"I don't own a single share of Gu's company. I only have the T platform; the rest of the assets are not under my control."

"..."

Wen Qi was speechless. He was supposed to be a legitimate young master of the Gu family, yet he didn't own a single share of the company.

This is a really bad scam.

Gu Ting didn't notice her speechlessness and foolishly thought that Wen Qi was concerned about his recent situation.

He proactively reported: "My father is still in prison and cannot be released on bail in the short term, but Zhao Tong and Gu Yunyang have already been bailed out."

Currently, the Gu Group is under the control of Gu Yunyang, but he is too inexperienced to control the group of seasoned shareholders, leading to constant internal conflicts.

"You don't own a single share, so you might as well take this opportunity to swindle a big one," Wen Qi suggested.

Gu Ting was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"My lawsuit against the Gu family will go to trial in four days. You are a member of the Gu family, so your words in court will carry some weight. Just give a brief statement then."

Gu Ting nodded sincerely, "Of course. If it weren't for me, Miss Wen wouldn't have been so badly injured. I already owe you for this."

Regarding the compensation plan, I will do my utmost to ensure its success, without any ambiguity.

"Alright, we'll see how you perform then."

Gu Ting hesitated for a moment, then wanted to ask again, "Um... Miss Wen."

Wen Qi knew what he meant: "Give me a manor, and I'll take you to find your mother."

"it is good."

Without hesitation, without haggling.

The whereabouts of my mother are more important than anything else.

"Okay, let's meet in the East City West Corner District the day after tomorrow."

"good!"

Gu Ting felt a little less of the pent-up frustration in her heart.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qi couldn't help but smile.

Even an ordinary manor will never be worth less than ten million on the market.

One trip and your assets will skyrocket – it's a worthwhile investment.

It's true that the fastest way to make money is by taking it from the rich.

The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning.

Gu Ting arrived at the entrance of the Lu family's old residence.

Wen Qi, who has a casual lifestyle, didn't get up at all.

Butler Fang adhered to the rules, neither allowing anyone to enter without permission nor announcing his arrival. He simply politely told Gu Ting to wait patiently at the door for Wen Qi to wake up.

Gu Ting was slightly taken aback, his eyes filled with surprise.

Then, remembering Wen Qi's personality, he suppressed his doubts and quietly stood at the villa entrance to wait.

He was still somewhat surprised that they wouldn't let him in.

Gu Ting looked past the ornate iron gate and into the courtyard.

The once exquisite and luxurious Western-style courtyard, lush with greenery, is now desolate.

The land was covered with fresh soil after renovation, a completely bare expanse where all the flowers, trees, and shrubs had been leveled and all decorative landscaping had been removed.

In the vast courtyard, only the bluestone path leading to the main building of the villa remained intact.

It lay there all alone in the soil, looking rather out of place.

The mounds of earth are scattered, and at first glance they don't look like a mansion, but rather like fields that have just been cleared.

Is the Lu family going to renovate their courtyard?

Gu Ting's gaze continued to shift, landing on a corner of the villa.

A hunched figure was laboriously swinging a hoe, his movements slow and clumsy as he dug with each stroke.

The man was dressed in simple cloth, looked old, and had a full head of white hair.

Gu Ting squinted, scrutinizing and identifying the object, his pupils contracting slightly.

The old man wielding a hoe and working diligently looked like Grandpa Lu.

Covered in dust, they buried themselves in digging and clearing land.

Gu Ting stood outside the door, silent, her expression complex.