Song Wantang spoke, her voice unhurried, "Song Yurou, you should worry about your own affairs first. As for the Song Corporation, I'll go back in a few days. There are some accounts to settle."
Song Yurou's complexion instantly changed.
"What do you mean?"
"Meaning, in the Song Corporation, the thirty percent shares under my name — I couldn't be bothered before, but now — I plan to take full charge." Song Wantang's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
"By the way, regarding the patent authorization, after it expires, I won't renew the contract. The Shen Corporation's project won't go through. You are now the capable wife of Shen Mozhou; you should help him well."
Song Yurou's pupils sharply contracted.
"You..."
"Song Yurou, good luck to you."
After speaking, Song Wantang turned and left, leaving Song Yurou standing alone on the spot, her face pale and green.
"Mommy! That was so cool!" Little Dumpling exclaimed excitedly, "Did you see Song Yurou's expression? It was like she'd swallowed a fly!"
Song Wantang smiled lightly in her heart.
Cool?
This is just the beginning.
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Shen Family Villa
Shen Mozhou was bailed out of the police station by Mother Shen. He looked like a frostbitten eggplant — completely wilted.
His tie was loosened, his shirt had wine stains, his hair was messy, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
He had spent the night in the detention center; it was hard.
Mother Shen didn't give him a good face the entire way. Only after entering the house did she finally explode.
"Mozhou! Look at yourself now!" Mother Shen threw her bag on the sofa, stomping in anger, "The president of the mighty Shen Corporation, getting drunk and causing trouble at your ex-fiancée's doorstep, then taken away by the police! Where do you put the Shen family's face?"
Mother Shen got angrier the more she spoke.
If this gets out, she wouldn't dare show her face.
Shen Mozhou sat on the sofa, supporting his forehead with both hands, his voice hoarse: "Mom, you don't understand..."
He couldn't let Song Wantang leave; they were bound by mutual interests.
Moreover, the shares in Song Wantang's hands could elevate the Shen Corporation even higher.
He just hadn't expected the wedding to go wrong. Now he couldn't see Song Wantang, so he had to get drunk at her doorstep to lure her out.
He was gambling that Song Wantang still had feelings for him, but he didn't expect her to be so heartless now.
Ha!
Had she climbed a higher branch, now wanting to distance herself from him?
As if!
He wouldn't let Song Wantang get what she wanted.
"What don't I understand?" Mother Shen sneered, "I told you long ago, that girl Song Wantang isn't suitable for you. She has too many ideas of her own, hard to control. Now look, she's climbed high and you're still here making a fool of yourself!"
"Mom! It's not what you think!" Shen Mozhou suddenly lifted his head, his eyes red.
Mother Shen snorted, "Breaking off the engagement at the wedding, and then marrying Lu Shaodong? Who is Lu Shaodong? The head of the Lu family in Jing City, worth tens of billions! If that's not climbing high, what is?"
Shen Mozhou's fists clenched, his nails nearly digging into his flesh.
"Song Wantang is my woman. Her patent is mine, and her shares are mine."
Shen Mozhou seemed obsessed.
"Shut up!" Mother Shen cut him off sharply, "What's the use of saying that now? You were the one who got involved with Song Yurou first, and got her pregnant. You think Song Wantang is a fool?"
Shen Mozhou was choked into silence.
Mother Shen stood up, "So what you need to do now is not lose your temper here, but find a way to minimize the losses."
"But..."
"No buts." Mother Shen interrupted him, "The Shen family is no match for the Lu family now. If you don't want to die ugly, behave yourself and don't provoke Lu Shaodong for the time being."
The door closed.
Shen Mozhou sat in the chair, staring at the ashtray on the table, his gaze frighteningly sinister.
Song Wantang.
Just you wait.
Do you think marrying into the Lu family means you're safe and sound?
The waters in the Lu family are deep.
An outsider like you, wanting to gain a foothold in the Lu family?
Dream on.
He picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.
.....
Song Wantang returned from the mall, holding several shopping bags.
Zhang Ma came over to greet her, taking the bags: "Madam is back? Did you have a good time shopping?"
"It was okay." Song Wantang smiled. "By the way, Zhang Ma, has Lu Shaodong — has Sir returned?"
"Sir is still at the company. He said he has social engagements and won't be back for dinner." Zhang Ma paused, "But Sir instructed that you should have a good meal on your own."
Song Wantang nodded: "Okay."
She went upstairs to change clothes and hung the new loose-fitting clothes in the closet.
The Lu family's walk-in closet was large. Half of it was already filled with men's clothes, all dark-colored suits and shirts, neatly arranged like display items.
The other half was empty, now holding a few of her clothes, looking sparse.
Song Wantang looked at this closet and suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
She had really married Lu Shaodong.
That legendary figure in the Jing City business world, the youngest head of the Lu family.
Song Wantang ate lunch and then went to rest.
She had shopped for a long time today and was a bit tired.
When she woke up in the afternoon, she saw a message from Lu Shaodong: "Get some rest."
Song Wantang replied with one word: "Okay."
After that, she got up, preparing to have some afternoon tea.
She didn't know if it was because of the pregnancy, but she seemed to get hungry quickly.
As soon as she came downstairs, Zhang Ma's voice came from the living room: "Madam, Sir sent something over. Would you like to take a look?"
Song Wantang was slightly startled: "What is it?"
Zhang Ma smiled and pointed at the door.
Song Wantang turned to look. Several staff members in uniforms were carefully carrying something in.
The person at the front held an exquisite velvet box, walked up to Song Wantang, and respectfully opened it.
Inside was a ring.
Not an ordinary ring.
The main stone was a pigeon blood ruby, surrounded by a circle of tiny diamonds, refracting a brilliant light under the lamp.
It was clearly a top-grade piece.
"This is..." Song Wantang was stunned.
"President Lu's orders," the staff member said respectfully. "This is the heirloom ring of the Lu family. The elder lady asked President Lu to give it to you."
Song Wantang looked at the ring, momentarily at a loss for words.
Heirloom ring.
What she had with Lu Shaodong was only a contract marriage; such an heirloom...
"Madam, Sir said you must accept it," the staff member added. "The elder lady said that if you don't accept it, she will bring it herself."
Song Wantang: "..."
These grandmother and grandson — how could they both be so good at cornering people?
She reached out and picked up the ring.
The ring was heavy, with a slight coolness.
Song Wantang put it on her ring finger. It fit perfectly, as if custom-made.
"Mommy!" Little Dumpling's voice trembled with excitement, "Such a beautiful ring! Daddy is so romantic! Oh my god, oh my god! So happy!"
Song Wantang looked at the ring on her finger, her lips curving slightly.
Whether this marriage was real or fake, at this moment, she truly felt the taste of being cherished.
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