Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son-Chapter 78 - Whos Guilty

Shen Zhaonan himself was well aware that his words reflected his frustration and misplaced anger on his wife and child. Seeing his son speaking so cautiously, he instantly realized he had let his emotions get the better of him and had caused his child to feel fear.

He squatted down, hugged Shen Yibo, and said with a smile, “Son, Daddy was wrong, I shouldn’t have lost my temper.”

Shen Yibo’s youthful face broke into a pure and innocent grin, “Dad once said, ‘To be aware of one’s mistakes and correct them is forgivable,’ Daddy is great!”

After being amused by his son, Shen Zhaonan’s tone softened a lot when he turned to Han Jiangxue, “That man has the arrogance and rudeness to back it up, do you know who he is?”

Han Jiangxue shook her head. “Who is he? Is he even more formidable than Cheng Shaoqing?”

As she asked, Han Jiangxue’s heart also brimmed with curiosity about the man’s background, wondering how he could be so indifferent even in the presence of a top tycoon like Cheng Shaoqing.

Shen Zhaonan: “He is the President of Huanya Group, the whole enterprise is his.”

“What?” Han Jiangxue’s features were filled with shock, “He’s the President of Huanya Group? Wasn’t the President of Huanya Group an old man?”

She had seen the news reports and his photograph before; he was a man in his fifties.

But, inexplicably, upon receiving this answer, Han Jiangxue felt a sense of anticipation and excitement stirring within her, though she couldn’t pinpoint what she was actually anticipating…

Shen Zhaonan spoke irritably: “The older man you’re thinking of is Song Jinze’s father; he has been retired for several years. Song Jinze has been very low-key since taking over the Group when he returned to the country, so it’s normal for you not to recognize him.”

“Sigh,” Shen Zhaonan sighed, then continued, “It’s also unclear who spread the rumor online that I was the Vice President of Huanya Group, making Cheng Shaoqing give me weird looks every time he sees me.”

At the mention of “Vice President,” Han Jiangxue’s smile turned awkward, her heart feeling somewhat guilty.

“Ah, those are just wild guesses by netizens, don’t worry about it, husband, I’ve got plenty of ways to arrange chance encounters for you. When I find out their whereabouts next time, I’ll set it up for you,”

Han Jiangxue’s mouth spoke earnestly, but her heart was intent on brushing the matter aside.

About Shen Zhaonan being the “Vice President” of Huanya Group, others might not be clear, but she, Han Jiangxue, as the person involved, how could she not know.

Back when she and Shen Zhaonan’s romantic relationship led to a secret marriage license and caused a big stir, the Shen Family found out they had registered the marriage in secret and, in a fit of anger, kicked Shen Zhaonan out of the Shen Family.

At that time, Han Jiangxue and Ye Zhenzhen were secretly competing. Ye Zhenzhen mocked her for marrying a rich husband who was a nobody and boasted about her own husband being an executive at Huanya, implying a sense of superiority that enraged Han Jiangxue.

Huanya Group is not just well-known in Jiangcheng—look globally, and it’s a top-tier conglomerate with a multitude of industries. Could someone like Ye Zhenzhen find a husband who’s a high-level executive at Huanya Group?

When she asked Ye Zhenzhen how high-up her husband was, the latter was evasive and didn’t answer.

Han Jiangxue then mocked, “If your husband is really a Huanya executive, then my husband must be the Vice President of Huanya Group!”

Later on, no one knew who started the rumor, but whenever someone mentioned Han Jiangxue’s husband, Shen Zhaonan, they would say he was the Vice President of Huanya Group. Over time, such gossip persisted both inside and outside their circles.

Hearing Han Jiangxue say this, Shen Zhaonan also decided to let go. After all, this ‘chance meeting’ was orchestrated by his wife; if it fell through, so be it—there would be plenty of other opportunities. “Let’s go change clothes and head home.”

Shen Yibo pouted slightly, “Dad, I don’t want to go home. I want you to take me to have steak for lunch; I really crave that ‘Rourou.'”

Shen Zhaonan smiled and replied, “Okay.”

Han Jiangxue slowed her pace, walking behind the father and son, and stealthily sent a WeChat message to Tang Ying using her phone;

Han Jiangxue: [Our family of three is going to have steak for lunch. Get someone over to ‘secretly take photos’!]

Tang Ying: [Got it.]

This morning at the golf course, those entertainment reporters couldn’t get in. Han Jiangxue took photos with her phone and carefully edited them before posting on Weibo.

They were going to have lunch in a public place soon, and such a great opportunity naturally called for the entertainment reporters to come and ‘surreptitiously snap pictures’.

Han Jiangxue browsed through Ye Zhenzhen’s Weibo and the trending searches about her, only to find that the latter hadn’t shown any reaction.

Suddenly, she remembered that Ye Zhenzhen might still be hospitalized in Ancheng.

But even with hospitalization, wouldn’t Ye Zhenzhen’s husband know about it? Had he not shown any concern for her?

Thinking of this, Han Jiangxue’s mood lifted greatly.

She boasted a young, handsome, and wealthy husband. Aside from money, Ye Zhenzhen’s husband was nothing special. His wife had been hospitalized, and yet there had been no news from him.

Just wait, she had all the patience in the world. One day, she would conclusively reveal the truth with pictures that Ye Zhenzhen had married a terrible old man.

…

Eastern Golf Parking Lot.

Song Jinze said to Cheng Shaoqing with an indifferent smile, “Shaoqing, a bet is a bet. I’ll have Secretary Zhang go to you for the painting later.”

Cheng Shaoqing gave Song Jinze a disdainful look, “To get me coming out for golf early on a Saturday morning, only to pursue your own interests so ardently!

But, you don’t even appreciate antique paintings, so why do you want my painting?”

“It’s a gift!”

Cheng Shaoqing hurriedly protested, “Hey, President Song, this treasure that I went through so much trouble to get, you’re not even going to appreciate it yourself and now you’re giving it away?

President Song, don’t you think that’s a bit too much?”

Song Jinze waved his hand as he settled into the back seat of his sedan, the corners of his mouth curling up. “I don’t think so. In your possession, it’s just a painting—a waste. Only by giving it away, can its true value be realized.”

Cheng Shaoqing: …