Madame Ding stared at her son. “The problem now is that she is firing just any employees. Are you waiting for all your employees to rebel?”
This was a serious problem.
“Mom, you’ve never been worried about my company before. Why are you suddenly so concerned about my company?” Ding Haonan asked casually.
Madame Ding choked on her own words and said angrily, “Am I not your mother?”
“I want to ask you the same thing. Are you my mother?” Ding Haonan sounded disappointed and self-deprecating when he said that. “Mom, I’ve given the company to Feifei. Even if the company goes bankrupt under her, I’m willing to accept it.” Ding Haonan stood up as he spoke.
Madame Ding watched Ding Haonan get up in disbelief.
“Ding Haonan!” Madame Ding shouted.
Ding Haonan walked to the stairs and turned around to look at the angry old lady. “Mom, think about how I’ve treated you all these years. If you still consider me your son, you wouldn’t have forced my hand like this. Everyone’s hearts are made of flesh[1], but not yours.”
Ding Haonan went upstairs, leaving the old lady quivering angrily on her crutch.
“Grandma.” Ding Jiaqi helped to support Madame Ding and said with a tone full of grievance, “Grandma, ever since COusin Fei came back, Second Uncle has changed.”
“I think he was bewitched by that little vixen.” Madame Ding did not reflect on her actions. Instead, she blamed everything on Mo Fei.
Meanwhile, at the bank, Mo Fei followed Ye Yuwei to her office. “I’m very annoyed right now. That office is suffocating no matter how I look at it.”
Ye Yuwei asked her to sit down before proceeding to pour some water for Mo Fei. “Yet, you’ve already chosen to take that position. You must be responsible for your decision, don’t you think?”
It was precisely because of this damn responsibility that she was about to be crushed to death.
“If I had a time shuttle, I’d definitely go back in time and murder myself who made this decision in the past,” Mo Fei hissed fiercely.
Ye Yuwei burst out in laughter.
“It’s too late to slap yourself to death. So, why don’t we just think about doing a good job? Doesn’t Ding Jiaqi want to suppress you by taking advantage of the senior employees? It all depends on what you do now.” Ye Yuwei sat down opposite her, smiling like that sly old fox Gu Juexi.
“Does killing her count?”
Ye Yuwei smiled and shook her head. “I know you can do it. You’re just in denial.”
Mo Fei put down the cup and lay down on the sofa.
Ye Yuwei did not care about Mo Fei’s actions. Ye Yuwei continued to sip her drink and watched as Mo Fei covered her own face with a pillow. “Mo Fei, Mu Dong will never work for the Qian family for the rest of his life, you know? Also, it seems like Big Brother Qian really likes being a police officer.”
Mo Fei, “…”
Mo Fei removed the pillow suddenly, but Ye Yuwei remained calm.
“You did that on purpose,” Mo Fei growled.
Ye Yuwei smiled elegantly. It was good that Mo Fei understood that she did it on purpose.
“Oh, right. Isn’t Big Brother Qian back yet?” Ye Yuwei changed the topic.
“He’ll be back soon. He said that Wu Biao went back to his hometown before he died. After Ding Junchi went to look for him, he returned and was killed.” Mo Fei sat up as she spoke. Now, she was energized. “However, why did Ding Junchi kill Wu Biao? Was it because he wanted to frame my big brother? Was he afraid that the matter would be exposed?”
“If he was afraid that the matter would be exposed, he wouldn’t have gone to look for Wu Biao himself. Furthermore, I’ve heard of Ding Junchi. He was the one who ruined your uncle’s family business. He’s a typical fuerdai who squanders the family wealth.”
[1] This is a Chinese saying that means most decent human beings will be able to empathize with one another when subjected to the same situation.
