Qian Haiyi had no patience for dealing with her, and just smiled faintly: "Mrs. Han, no need to be so polite. I have other things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now." Then he glanced at Han Xueqian and drove away.

As Han Xueqian watched the car disappear around the corner, she could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears, running back to her room.

Zhou Yunmeng was startled and, forgetting about going out, hurriedly chased after her: "Qian, what happened?"

Han Xueqian, however, lay on the bed, crying uncontrollably.

Zhou Yunmeng was about to offer some advice when her phone rang. She glanced at it and immediately hung up. Her daughter must be in trouble, and she couldn't leave without worrying about her.

However, the phone rang again very soon.

A murderous glint flashed in Zhou Yunmeng's eyes. She knew that if she didn't answer, who knew what the other party might do? She turned around and went to the other end of the corridor to answer the phone: "I have something urgent at home right now, it's sudden, I'm afraid..."

"Ah Meng, don't make excuses. I can wait, but if you don't come..."

"I understand." Zhou Yunmeng took a deep breath, hung up the phone, composed herself, and returned to Han Xueqian's room. However, her mood was clearly affected, and her tone was not good. "Don't cry. Is there something you can't tell me?"

Han Xueqian was startled and sat up abruptly: "Why are you yelling? I'm sad, I'm so sad, can't you see?"

“I didn’t yell at you, but you have to tell me why.”

"I've been blacklisted by all the star-rated hotels..."

"What?" Zhou Yunmeng was also stunned. "How could this be..."

"It's all that bitch Han Binglan's fault!" Han Xueqian roared, her face contorted with rage. "Why doesn't she just die? Why doesn't she just die..."

"My silly daughter, stop shouting!" Zhou Yunmeng quickly covered her daughter's mouth. "Do you want the whole world to know? Don't you care about your image?"

Han Xueqian yelled it out, and her frustration dissipated considerably. Her emotions calmed down, and she realized that she had said some things that were too much, but she didn't want to admit it: "It's all her fault."

"She ruined you, so you might as well get your revenge." Zhou Yunmeng sneered. "However, I didn't expect Yan Zimeng to be so useless."

Han Xueqian immediately looked up: "Mom, do you have a solution?"

“There’s always a way.” Zhou Yunmeng took a tissue and wiped her daughter’s tears. “When something happens, you have to find a way to solve it. If your mother had only known how to cry back then, would we have the good life we ​​have now?”

"Then what can you do?" Han Xueqian sniffed and wiped her face with a tissue. "Anyway, from now on, it's either her or me, it's either her or me."

"Silly girl, there's no rush to deal with her. Besides, your father won't let us touch her now, since we haven't gotten her shares yet."

"Did I suffer all this injustice for nothing?"

“How could that be?” Zhou Yunmeng laughed. “It’s just a matter of enduring it for a while. What you need to do now is to appease your father and wait until you get the shares so he can give you some. That way, you’ll be set for life.”

"Would my dad agree? He'd probably be thinking of leaving it all to my younger brother."

“That’s why I’m telling you to try to please your father.” Zhou Yunmeng smiled. “After all, you are his first child, and his feelings for you are different. But you can’t let him down. Four months for a lifetime, Qian, you know what to choose.”