They exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Thank you, Mr. Yang. We will definitely work hard."

Yang Qingheng nodded in satisfaction as everyone dispersed.

Yang Qingheng so easily defused a carefully orchestrated farce. Li Nian's face darkened, and he cursed the old man inwardly for being so useless.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to read minds, otherwise he would have been furious to know that Yang Qingheng was not only unaffected by this incident, but had also gained the support of her subordinates.

Having finally caught Yang Qingheng red-handed, the shareholders were naturally unwilling to let her off so easily. Ten minutes later, all the shareholders were sitting in the conference room, with Yang Qingheng sitting at the head of the table, her face expressionless.

"President Yang, in just two short months, our company has suffered multiple damages to its reputation. Both incidents were caused by you. Aren't you going to explain?" Mo Ying interlaced his fingers, leaned back, and gave a sharp look.

Li Nian took a sip of tea and chuckled: "Just two weeks ago, President Yang said that if any shareholder brings their family matters to the company and damages the company's reputation, they will be severely punished. President Yang, why don't you set an example this time?"

“The child’s DNA test results were already published in the newspaper, so it doesn’t seem to have had any impact on the company.” Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow. What she didn’t say was that the CEO of Boxiang was being extorted, but because of her sympathy and strong gossip, the company’s turnover actually increased slightly. Now even the old men and women in the village know what Boxiang sells, so it can be considered a blessing in disguise.

“That matter didn’t happen, but what about today’s matter? Does President Yang’s rule only apply to us shareholders?” Mo Ying’s lackey slammed his fist on the table and stood up. “If that’s the case, then I have the right to question President Yang’s ability to continue in this position.”

“It’s been several months, Mr. Song’s head should be clear by now. I think we should let him come back to work,” Li Nian suggested.

Mo Ying and his henchmen exchanged glances and nodded in agreement: "I think it's a good idea. You're just acting. President Song will eventually come back. We might as well take this opportunity to bring President Song back to work. This way, we can give the public an explanation for this farce this morning."

They had been trying to get rid of Song Hengjue, but compared to Song Hengjue, this woman was clearly much more difficult to deal with; she was a master at manipulating people's hearts.

In just two months, Mo Ying had already felt Yang Qingheng's methods. His previously solid alliance actually began to crumble after Yang Qingheng joined the company.

This can't go on!

The shareholders who supported Song Hengjue and the shareholders who remained neutral also agreed upon hearing this.

"Yes, Mr. Yang, I heard that your company is currently experiencing its most rapid growth. It's time for you, as the boss, to go back and take charge. Our company is naturally managed by our General Manager Song, so you don't need to worry about it."

Yang Qingheng frowned, suppressing her anxiety. She had expected this scenario. It was already her limit to keep it from them until now. If she continued to hold this position, it would only make them suspicious.

However, Song Hengjue's current situation... will probably be discovered within a few days of him arriving at the company.

In just a few years, society has changed so much that he can't even fully adapt to life in general, let alone immediately integrate into a completely unfamiliar industry.

A force came from the sleeve under the desk, and Fang Nan withdrew his fingers.

Yang Qingheng snapped out of her reverie and nodded to the shareholders below: "Since everyone thinks that President Song should come back, I will go back and explain it to him. Meeting adjourned."

As soon as he entered the office, Fang Nan couldn't hold back any longer. He scratched his head and paced back and forth: "These old hands have been following Song Hengjue for so many years. Let alone ten days or half a month, they would probably have noticed something was wrong in less than a day." Not to mention Mo Ying, who is always thinking of usurping the throne.