After leaving the company, Zhuang Chujiao immediately called Liang Rong to complain tearfully.

"Mom, do you know? Dad gave thirty percent of the company’s shares to that bitch Zhuang Xiangnuan without consulting me. I’m his daughter too, how could he do this to me?"

Not knowing what Liang Rong said on the other end, Zhuang Chujiao shouted in a fit of rage, "You always tell me to endure, but in the end I have nothing left!"

"Why are you my mom, why are you a mistress, you made me an illegitimate daughter, I hate you!" After venting, Zhuang Chujiao hung up the phone directly.

She looked up at the bustling street, with endless streams of cars and pedestrians, yet felt an emptiness inside.

She lost her home, her shares, and even her Dad and Mom didn’t love her, what did she have left?

The more she thought about it, the more saddened she became, and the more saddened she became, the more she hated Mu Yan.

If that woman hadn’t appeared, it would have been so much better. If she hadn’t shown up, Brother Jingheng would be hers, everything in the Zhuang Family would be hers, Dad’s eyes would only see her, and Dad and Mom wouldn’t have reached such an irreconcilable situation; it’s all Zhuang Xiangnuan’s fault!

Since she made her life difficult, she won’t let her have an easy life either.

After returning to Upper City, Mu Yan visited Mu Chen in the hospital at the first opportunity, although they’d been regularly video chatting, she still wasn’t at ease.

Mu Chen’s condition couldn’t be described as good nor bad, it was just like that—without surgery, his life would gradually slip away.

While She accompanied Mu Chen, Jiang Jingheng had nothing to do and went to the company. As soon as he arrived at the first floor, he coincidentally encountered Jiang Wenhui, who was accompanied by an assistant, seemingly having just returned from outside.

Her long hair was cut short into a neat bob, complementing her professional outfit, exuding the aura of a sharp and capable businesswoman.

She was explaining things to the assistant beside her when her gaze suddenly swept over to the person nearby.

Showing a hint of surprise on her face, She remarked, "Jing Heng, you’re back? Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

The assistant immediately stepped back and greeted, "Hello, President."

"Hmm," Jiang Jingheng responded coolly, heading toward his private elevator.

Jiang Wenhui followed, standing in front of the adjacent elevator door, saying, "Then I’ll call home and ask the kitchen to prepare some dishes Nuannuan likes. You do have to come home for dinner tonight, Grandpa has been talking about you both the whole time."

Jiang Jingheng didn’t reply, entering the elevator.

Jiang Wenhui also got into the adjacent elevator, continuing to give instructions to the assistant.

Upon reaching the thirtieth floor, Jiang Jingheng stepped out of the elevator, and Lian Jun immediately came forward to greet him.

"Young Master, there’s a meeting for a new project in five minutes, and a video conference with the Germany branch in an hour. Does the project meeting need to be rescheduled?"

Glancing at the file Lian Jun handed him, Jiang Jingheng said calmly, "No need."

Entering his office, he took off his coat, grabbed a suit from the rack and asked, "Why is Jiang Wenhui at the company?"

"The old master appointed Miss Jiang Wenhui as Vice President, effective from yesterday."

"Hmm," Jiang Jingheng responded, not asking further.

Though Jiang Jingheng didn’t inquire, Lian Jun felt it necessary to inform him, "Mr. Jiang Yutai wasn’t very pleased with the old master’s appointment and reportedly caused a scene at home, even stirring up trouble at the company yesterday, leaving the employees amused."

Unfazed, Jiang Jingheng continued to peruse the documents intently.

A few minutes later, he stood up and headed to the meeting room.