The next day, Fu Jingting sat at his desk, the divorce certificate, bound in its green cover, lying before him. He stared at it for a moment before tossing it into the wastebasket. Just then, his assistant, Zhang, stepped forward. “Sir,” he said respectfully, “Chairman Gu from Sansheng Group is on the line for you.” Gu Manyin’s father? Fu Jingting composed himself and picked up the desk phone. “Uncle Gu.” A gravelly, middle-aged voice came through the line. “Jingting. I was just calling to ask about Manyin. Has she been behaving herself these past few days? I haven't had the time to visit, so her aunt has been the one keeping her company. I hope she hasn't been complaining.” Fu Jingting’s voice was steady. “Don’t worry, Uncle Gu. Manyin is recovering well, and my mother has been spending a lot of time with her.” “Oh, that’s good to hear.” Gu Yaotian’s tone turned probing. “Jingting, I’ve heard some rumors… that Manyin’s accident six years ago had something to do with your ex-wife. Her mother tried to ask her about it yesterday, but Manyin wouldn’t say a word. Do you know anything about this?” Fu Jingting’s expression faltered. He pressed his lips together, saying nothing. “Jingting? Are you there?” After a long pause, Fu Jingting frowned. “The accident… it did have something to do with Rong Shu.” Gu Yaotian’s tone grew heavy. “You know Manyin has been our treasure since the day she was born. That accident nearly destroyed her mother and me. When she finally woke up, you were the first person she asked for. That should tell you how deep her feelings run. As for your ex-wife and Manyin… I trust you know who matters more.” Fu Jingting lowered his gaze. “Yes.” The voice on the other end seemed satisfied. “Jingting, I know Manyin couldn’t be in better hands.” After the call ended, Fu Jingting was lost in thought for a moment. After some time, he called Assistant Zhang back into the office. “I need you to take care of something.” ... Rong Shu emerged from the Tiansheng Group headquarters, walking alongside Li Chuan and Lu Qi. Lu Qi grinned, slinging an arm over Li Chuan’s shoulder. “That was brilliant back there!” he said, giving him a thumbs-up. “Did you see the looks on those old geezers’ faces? They were practically green! Leave it to Li Chuan to shut them down, haha!” A smile touched Rong Shu’s lips. “They’ve held a grudge against me ever since that embezzlement case six years ago, so they were never going to accept me as a new shareholder easily. But your plan worked, Li Chuan. You left them speechless.” She had never asked Li Chuan how he knew her grandfather, or how he was so familiar with the inner workings of Tiansheng. He might be a model now, but everyone had their secrets. It was a matter of respect. Her grandfather had gone to great lengths to secure her fifty-one percent of the company’s shares, and she was determined to use that power to solidify her position and finally uncover the truth of what happened six years ago. As for the Gu family… A glint appeared in her eyes. She wouldn't rush. One step at a time. “Alright, you’re a major shareholder now,” Lu Qi declared. “You have to dress the part, can’t let anyone look down on you. Come on, we’re taking you shopping for some new clothes and jewelry.” Lu Qi drove them to a district lined with high-end designer boutiques. It was a paradise for the city's elite, a street filled with exclusive apparel, fine jewelry, and other priceless accessories. But their good mood was shattered by a sharp, venomous voice. “Stop right there, you little bitch!” The curse was familiar. The voice, even more so. The smile vanished from Rong Shu’s face. She turned to see Wang Shuqin, her hands planted on her hips, glaring. She stomped over to Rong Shu, jabbing a finger in her face. “You goddamn piece of trash!” she shrieked. “First, you cheat on my son, and now you have the nerve to spend his money shopping with your two lovers? Have you no shame, Rong Shu? You're disgusting!” Li Chuan’s face darkened as he stepped in front of Rong Shu. “Watch your mouth.” Wang Shuqin rolled her eyes dramatically, her voice rising to a shriek designed to draw a crowd. “Everyone, come and look!” she yelled. “This woman is a shameless hussy! She’s spending my son’s hard-earned money, fooling around with her lovers! Take a good look! One woman with two men! What a filthy disgrace!”