latelenovela Chapter 448 I Will Become the Daughter-in-law of a Wealthy Family
Chapter 448 I Will Become the Daughter-in-law of a Wealthy Family
The air in the office seemed to be frozen, with only the low hum of the city coming from far away outside the window.
Dad Mu closed his eyes, and the arc of his chest rose and fell a little more than usual, and the shock, anger and questions that came to his mouth.
And those words that he wanted to say to plead for his youngest son and Zhang Aili eventually turned into a heavy sigh and got stuck in his throat.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Muchen's face. There was fatigue, complexity, and an almost powerless inquiry in his expression: "What are you going to do next?"
Mu Chen's gaze met his gaze, as calm as a frozen lake.
He adjusted his sitting position slightly, making himself more relaxed and taking up more space.
Without answering immediately, his fingers unconsciously tapped twice on the smooth edge of the table, making a light thumping sound.
The sound was particularly clear in the overly quiet space, as if it was knocking on Mu's father's tense nerves.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke, his voice steady but with an unquestionable tone of determination:
"Dad," he paused, as if to confirm the weight of this title at the moment, "Let Aunt Zhang and my brother completely withdraw from the management rights of the company."
"Every year they will receive dividends from their shares, not a cent less.
This amount of money is enough for them to live a life a thousand times better than that of ordinary people."
There was a subtle hint of "generosity" in Muchen's tone, but underneath this "generosity" was a complete severance of ties.
"But the direction of the company's development has nothing to do with them from now on. Don't even think about sticking a finger in it and making decisions."
He looked at his father's pupils which suddenly contracted, as if he didn't see the shock at that moment.
He continued to plan his brother's fate in an almost indifferent and formulaic tone: "As for Mu Sheng, he is young and energetic and wants to do something, which is not a bad thing. I can use my personal funds.
I'll give him some money and let him work on a project he's interested in. The prerequisite is that he's genuinely interested and signs an agreement to operate independently and be responsible for his own profits and losses. This is the greatest 'support' I can give him."
Muchen leaned forward slightly, folded his hands on the table, and locked his gaze with his father: "Dad, you chose to let me come back and gave me this burden.
That means I have been chosen to protect this legacy. This responsibility is too heavy to tolerate any mistakes or interference.
So, some boundaries must be drawn.
We should have made it clear the first time they attacked Rongrong and me."
His voice remained steady, but when the last word fell, the air was suddenly filled with icy pressure: "Strike now to tell them clearly.
What kind of money can they take without any hesitation, and what kind of minefield will they be crushed to pieces if they even touch it? "
He stopped, and the only sound in the room was Mu's father's slightly rapid breathing.
Then, the corners of Muchen's mouth seemed to curl up ever so slightly, the arc was cold, without a trace of warmth.
There was a chill in the depths of his eyes that sent chills down Mu's father's spine: "Do you know?
If it weren't for your health and well-being, Aunt Zhang and Mu Sheng would be facing a much more lenient outcome than simply 'withdrawing from management.'"
He paused, each word like a cold needle dipped in poison: "Just based on those dirty tricks they played in the gutter after Rongrong and I came back, every single one of them, is there any one of them not worthy of my 'repayment' tenfold or a hundredfold?
And I guarantee that every 'reward' is well-founded and logical, impossible to fault, and absolutely 'reasonable and legal.' There won't even be room for complaint."
Mu Chen's eyes were as sharp as a knife, stabbing at Mu's father, leaving no room for negotiation: "Dad, this plan.
I'm exercising my utmost restraint out of consideration for our father-son relationship, and I'm also giving them one last chance. What do you think?"
Dad Mu felt his throat tighten and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
The son's words were like a precise scalpel, cutting off all the tenderness and leaving only naked power wrapped in rules and cold calculations.
At the very end, it was still Mu's father who let out a heavy sigh.
"Just do as you wish!"
After that, Mu Chen never asked his father to intervene again.
On the outskirts of Jiangcheng, there is a very nice resort, famous for its hot spring therapy.
The Mu family has their own villa there, and Mu's father likes to stay there for a while on weekdays.
Muchen returned to the group and contacted about holding a board meeting.
Sirong drove Mu's father over there.
Dad Mu sat in the back seat of a dark customized SUV driven by Sirong herself. The city landscape outside the car window was gradually replaced by greenery as they drove towards a hot spring resort on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.
The car was unusually quiet, with only the low rustling sound of tires rolling over the road.
Sirong was wearing a well-tailored beige cashmere suit, and her temperament was gentle and quiet, but her driving movements were steady and neat, revealing a sense of competence that was inconsistent with her appearance.
In the rearview mirror, she would occasionally look at Mu's father in the back seat, her eyes showing just the right amount of concern.
"Dad, please lower your backrest a bit so it's more comfortable."
Her voice was gentle, filled with undeniable consideration. "Xiaochen's situation will be handled quickly. You can rest there and don't think about anything else. Bathing in the hot springs is the best way to relax. It's especially good for your health."
Dad Mu just said "hmm" and didn't say much.
He looked at the green belt passing by outside the window, and his heart felt heavy.
The car finally stopped in front of a Chinese-style villa surrounded by lush green mountains and hidden among flowers and ancient trees.
The white walls and black tiles, carved beams and painted buildings create a quiet and elegant environment, just like a paradise on earth.
A well-trained service team in uniform was already quietly lined up at the door to greet us, and the manager in the lead was respectful to the point of being humble.
"Mr. Mu, Ms. Sirong, welcome back." The manager bowed, and all the service staff behind him bowed in unison.
Sirong nodded slightly, then gracefully stepped out of the car. She personally opened the door for Mu's father and helped him out. "Watch your step." Her movements were gentle, meticulous, and impeccable.
These days, Sirong will be with Mu's father.
For Mu's father, the amount of information he learned today was undoubtedly beyond the scope.
We are all adults, there is nothing he can't accept.
But Muchen and Sirong didn't want the old man to feel the loneliness of a lonely person.
So, Mu Chen went to take care of stepmother's affairs, and Si Rong would be a good daughter-in-law and stay with Mu's father these days.
For the stepmother, Sirong and Muchen, it was really a small matter and easy to arrange.
The chain of evidence is sufficient. Zhang Aili's little tricks are all shady tricks that cannot be exposed to the light. We just need to bring them all to the table and discuss them.
No matter how unwilling she was, she had to follow the path drawn by Muchen.