After listening to what Su Xiaomeng said, Chen Lan was truly shocked.

Princess Sherry...

Su Xiaomeng is considering borrowing money from the British Royal Bank?

"Madam... Are you sure you want to make this trip? The British Royal Bank might not be—"

"I have to try. If Princess Sherry doesn’t remember the favor, I’ll have to find someone else..."

That person is definitely not the one Su Xiaomeng wants to ask for help...

Chen Lan has no other way to fill such a big funding gap right now.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Two days, at most two days. It would be best if there’s a result, but if not..."

Su Xiaomeng stopped talking at this point.

Chen Lan no longer asked, he only listened as Su Xiaomeng briefly explained the work tasks for the next two days.

Actually, Su Xiaomeng knows that whether she asks Princess Sherry or Eric, she is essentially borrowing funds from the British Royal Bank.

If this path doesn’t work, she has another...

There’s the large sum of money left by Chu Jiao, apart from the part Chu Jiao said she wanted to leave to her parents, the rest she hasn’t touched.

Originally intended to establish a foundation in Chu Jiao’s name for poverty alleviation, but it was delayed due to being too busy.

If there’s really no other way, Xiao Meng thinks she might use this fortune.

Chen Lan doesn’t know about this either.

The next day, Su Xiaomeng flew to London.

————

The Asia-Pacific contract of Bill Group, ten days later at a high-end club hall in the city center, will be openly competed by Yin Group and Rong Group.

Although it’s an open competition, Bill Group never intended to make it widely known.

But somehow the news leaked.

It quickly gained wide attention in the industry.

Some commercial media even hyped this competitive collaboration greatly.

A famous media column even did a special video summarizing the long-standing competition between Yin Group and Rong Group.

The audience watching this was inexplicably thrilled.

Currently, Yin Group is already at the forefront of controversy, with plummeting stocks, issues in financing, and a company image continuously affected by public criticism.

The Asia-Pacific contract of Bill Group seems to be a test specifically aimed at the most solid touchstone of Yin Group at the moment.

Just when most people are worried and skeptical about the dire situation of Yin Group, yet another big problem arises.

The newly developed chip by Yin Technology, when equipped in the new phone models of Huayong Technology, exploded.

On the second day after Su Xiaomeng flew to London.

Yin Technology’s products exploded for unknown reasons, injuring innocent consumers.

Striking headline titles, like a wave overtaking the former, once again stirred up a public uproar.

In Rong Group’s President’s office, Rong Jing had his legs propped on the desk, his body sunk into the soft leather sofa.

He looked at the glaring headline on his phone, his snake-like eyes bending into a smile.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Rong Jing put his phone back on the desk, one hand supporting his forehead, laughing wildly and arrogantly.

"This is truly hilarious! If Brother Shixiu were still alive, I’d like to see how he painstakingly transferred Yin Group’s shares to his wife’s hands, only for her to ruin it! Haha!"

The man standing by the President’s desk smiled awkwardly.

"Without Yin Shixiu, Yin Group is like a man without a spine. Just having a pretty face, how long can they sustain?"

Rong Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly, the curve of his lips receding a bit, eyes flashing with shrewd and dangerous light.

"I wonder what that woman, Su Xiaomeng, is doing now. I want to see how capable she is. Keep an eye on the developments at Yin Group; I want to see how she plans to deal with this mess."

"...Alright."

The man nodded.

"Ah, and Deng Wei, about Minister Wu’s side, you should go again in the afternoon. Regarding the Tianjin Port incident details, postpone anything involving Yin Shixiu for a few more days if possible."

"Okay."

The man named Deng Wei nodded, "President Rong, is there anything else? If not, I’ll head out."

Rong Jing waved his hand, "That’s it, you go ahead."

Deng Wei turned and headed for the door. He had just taken two steps when Rong Jing called him back again.

"By the way, how’s your recovery from the car accident injuries?"

"Thank you, President Rong, for your concern. It’s getting much better."

Rong Jing raised his eyebrows.

"That’s good."

After Deng Wei left the office, Rong Jing picked up the phone on the desk again, repeatedly looking at the gratifying article.

Su Xiaomeng, oh Su Xiaomeng...

If anyone could easily sit in the Group President’s position, doesn’t it make people like us appear pitifully ordinary and foolish?

————

The news broadcast on TV reached every word into Yin Shixiu’s ears.

He leaned against the bed, most of the time suffering from pain, occasionally numb.

He knew this wasn’t a good sign.

With just one doctor, he could only barely live. Wanting to recover and be like a normal person... he knows it’s impossible.

Yin Shixiu has already found out that he is currently located in a seaside town near Tianjin Port.

Opening the window, he could even see the place where he once parked his yacht, visually bringing back the image of the yacht burning into a fireball on the sea.

The salty air tasted quite acrid.

Occasionally, the form of his wife flashed across the television screen, each time gripping his heart involuntarily.

He understands her better than anyone.

Behind every strength and endurance she displays in public, every confidence and resilience, are tears measured in liters.

She thinks he’s dead...

Yin Shixiu can’t tell whether he should feel relieved or sad.

None of it matters. The cruel reality is right before him; he can’t even "appear" before her, let alone embrace her, kiss her, offer his shoulder for her to lean on...

A door opening sound echoed.

A man walked in carrying dinner.

The house looked relatively clean.

"I bought some fruit and some nutritional supplements as instructed by the doctor."

Yin Shixiu turned his head to look at the plain-features, expressionless face of the man.

The man glanced at the TV news being broadcast, then said,

"The earlier issue hasn’t been resolved, and now this problem arises. The current situation of Yin Group is truly at a critical moment."

"I know."

Yin Shixiu said softly, "The previous issue could be solved with just ’money’. Now..."

"What do we do? Have you figured out what to do next?"

The man sat on a chair nearby, seriously looking at Yin Shixiu.

Yin Shixiu quietly stared at the television screen...

"Yin Group is your dedication. Its current scale and value are immeasurable, but to be frank, if your wife fails to handle the issues Yin Group currently faces, it’s extremely likely that Yin Group could fall from its throne or be dragged down by people like Rong Jing."

Dedication...

The news about Yin Group is always broadcast using the background of Yin Group’s building.

In Yin Shixiu’s view is the building, reaching the sky’s limits, embodying his ambition.

But... the building is just a background.

His focus continually rests on that slender, delicate figure.

"The so-called dedication...for which I shed blood and tears, for which I gave my heart...is not for Yin Group, it’s for the one I love."

"..."

The man lifted his eyes.

Yin Shixiu took a deep breath, pulling his gaze away from the TV screen, meeting the man’s eyes,

"The first thing now is to get my injuries cured."

The man nodded, "Yes, but you must know, if I send you to the hospital, the news of you being alive will soon—"

"I know, give me the phone, I need to make a call."

The man’s eyebrows furrowed slightly,

"You’re not planning to call your wife, are you?"

"No."

The man suspiciously took out the phone, Yin Shixiu reported a string of numbers...

"Is this...a foreign number?"

"Yes, United Kingdom, London."