Jian Yixue was casually playing with her fingernails with her head down. When she heard Jian Mingpeng's words, she raised an eyebrow and spoke with a hint of disdain.

"Discuss? Is that even necessary? If you agree to transfer 25% of your shares in the Jian Group to me, I'll have my lawyer come and handle it. Otherwise, there's no point in talking."

If you think you're capable enough to leave, you can go directly to Ye Mohan and see if he'll agree to your request.

His words were full of arrogance, showing that he didn't take Jian Mingpeng seriously at all.

Upon hearing this, Jian Mingpeng, who was sitting in his study on the other end of the phone, frowned deeply, his hand gripping the pen on the table tightly as he struggled to suppress his rage. "Don't go too far!"

Over the past ten years, the Jian Group has undergone several rounds of financing under his leadership, and the company's nature has changed from being controlled by him personally to becoming a joint-stock company.

He currently holds only 50% of Jane's shares, with the other 30% held by three other shareholders, each holding 25% of the remaining shares, plus 5% in scattered shares.

Finally, there was another 20% that Dongfang Tinglan secretly left to Jian Yixue. Through his underhanded dealings, no one knew who owned that 20% stake.

As for why Jian Yixue didn't know, it was because Dongfang Tinglan saw that she was too young back then, so she specially asked a lawyer to make a will, which would only take effect after she got married and had children.

As for why he didn't get rid of that damned Jian Yixue, it's because Dongfang Tinglan once told him that if both she and her daughter passed away, the 20% stake would be auctioned off by a lawyer and then donated to charity free of charge.

Over the years, he has been searching tirelessly for the person Dongfang Tinglan had found to keep the will, but the person has vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the ground.

That woman was wary of him from the very beginning.

Thinking of this, Jian Mingpeng's eyes grew increasingly displeased, and he felt an intense hatred for Dongfang Tinglan and Jian Yixue.

Jian Yixue snorted coldly, "I'm being unreasonable? Then you don't have to come to me."

Jian Mingpeng, you need to understand, it's you who needs my help, not the other way around.

After Jian Yixue finished speaking, she took her phone, walked to the sofa, sat down, elegantly crossed her legs, and casually placed her hands on her knees after adjusting her skirt.

She looked like a boss.

Upon hearing Jian Yixue's words, Jian Mingpeng's anger flared up instantly. The veins on the back of his already tightly clenched hands bulged, and his expression gradually became uncontrollable.

His gaze grew increasingly sinister. "Jian Yixue! I am your father! I fed and raised you well for five years, and even after I sent you back to the countryside, I still gave you living expenses. Is this how you repay my kindness in raising you?"

"The debt of gratitude for raising you? Jian Mingpeng, are you sure you're not joking?"

The person who raised me was my mother, Dongfang Tinglan. As for the living expenses you mentioned, I haven't seen a single penny. If you're interested in knowing, you might as well ask your current wife.

And please, don't tell me you earn money to support the family. Everyone in Beijing knows that even the initial capital for the Jian family group came from my mother. You say you support me? You'd be better off saying my mother supported you!

You'd better not use the term "father" anymore; saying it will only make people think you're defiling it.

Jian Yixue thought about how she still needed to get shares from Jian Mingpeng, and didn't want to break ties with him for the time being.

It's not too late to talk about the fact that he's not her father later.

Jian Yixue's words ignited Jian Mingpeng's anger, which burned like a flame fueled by oil, and he could not extinguish it.

Jian Yixue's words touched Jian Mingpeng's sore spot. He hated it most when people mentioned that he was a gigolo, even though he did get rich with Dongfang Tinglan's help.

"Jane Yixue!"

Jian Mingpeng roared in a low voice, his words filled with suppressed rage.

Jian Yixue held the phone far from her ear, rubbed her ear, and acted nonchalantly.

“I’m here. My time is precious. If you agree, I’ll have someone draft the transfer agreement and bring it to you for your signature. If you don’t agree, I’ll hang up. I have a lot of things to do and don’t have time to listen to your nonsense here.”

Jian Yixue was certain that Jian Mingpeng had no choice. Although she didn't know what Ye Mohan had done, Jian Mingpeng's attitude towards her on several occasions spoke volumes.

Today, Jian Mingpeng called her on his own initiative, and his tone was much better than before, so she could guess that the Jian family's current situation was worrying.

Jian Mingpeng was silent for a while on the other end of the phone. Thinking about how the Jian family was already severely damaged, if they couldn't stop Ye Mohan's suppression, the Jian family would probably have to file for bankruptcy before the end of the week.

Thinking of this, Jian Mingpeng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "Fine, I agree."

Let's wait until the Jane family gets through this crisis first, and then he'll figure out a way to get it back.

Jian Yixue smiled and said in a relatively light tone, "Okay, I'll have my lawyer draft the transfer agreement, and he'll contact you." Then she hung up the phone.

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As Jian Mingpeng listened to the phone call that had been disconnected, his eyes filled with anger, and the rage in his heart instantly surged to his head.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, there was a knock on the study door, which was then pushed open.

Jian Mingpeng looked unhappily toward the door and saw Qiao Yaxiang, dressed provocatively, swaying her hips as she walked in carrying something.

After Qiao Yaxiang entered, she saw Jian Mingpeng sitting in the chair with an unhappy expression and regretted coming in at this time.

These days, she's heard from her informants at Jane's that the company is facing a major crisis and hasn't found a solution yet.

I heard from my daughter that the Ye family was targeting the Jian family behind the scenes, and that the wild girl Jian Yixue was taking advantage of the situation and would only help if she got shares.

She immediately felt a sense of crisis.

You should know that she has been married to Jian Mingpeng for so many years, and no matter how many times she asked, he has never given her and her daughter a single share.

She was afraid that Jian Mingpeng would agree, so she dressed up specially to try and get some information out of him and whisper in his ear, so that Jian Yixue's wish would not come true.

But judging from Jian Mingpeng's expression, she could tell he was in a bad mood and she probably wouldn't get any information from him today.

Considering her outfit, and given Ming's perverse sense of humor, she's probably in for a rough time this time...

But now that she was inside, there was no way she could turn back. She put on a smile and said, "Brother Ming, you've been busy all morning. Have some tea to relax."

As Jian Mingpeng watched Qiao Yaxiang approach, he could vaguely see her voluptuous and alluring figure through the thin fabric of her clothes. Jian Mingpeng took a sip of tea, his eyes blatantly fixed on Qiao Yaxiang, before he ripped off the restraints on her body.

Before long, faint sounds of Qiao Yaxiang's pleasure-filled moans could be heard from the study, interspersed with occasional cries of pain and pleas for mercy.

...

When the study door opened, Qiao Yaxiang, covered in bruises, walked out wearing a man's suit jacket. Her legs trembled slightly as she walked, and a hint of satisfaction could be seen on her face.