Chapter 37

The day after the court hearing, Qianhai reconvened its shareholders' meeting.

Everyone was present, including Shen Yihang, who had not been seen for almost a week.

He maintained a cold demeanor, revealing no emotion whatsoever, and took his seat as the head of the meeting in front of everyone.

"We can begin." The statement was concise and left no room for argument.

During the meeting, Shen Yiheng was meticulous and extremely serious.

Zhuang Yazhi occasionally glanced at him, but did not receive his cold, scrutinizing gaze.

Strange, very strange.

Even more surprisingly, he did not object to Cheng Yan's application to invest; he simply nodded slightly, which was tantamount to tacit approval.

Apart from Zhuang Haiming, who was basking in the joy of gaining both money and power, most of the people present were more or less watching the show.

After all, Cheng Yan had shown great care for Zhuang Yazhi since joining Qianhai, which was evident to all of them.

Although Cheng Yan was only the second largest shareholder, they were all very clear about the strength of the Cheng family. Anyone with eyes would have more respect for Cheng Yan, whose status was no less than that of the always high and mighty Shen Yiheng.

This made Shen Yiheng very unhappy.

As an ally, Zhuang Haiming was also observing the situation. Seeing that Shen Yiheng was in a bad mood, he tried to persuade her, "Daughter, you haven't talked to Shen Yiheng much all day. Will he be angry?"

Zhuang Haiming still has to rely on Shen Yiheng as his backer and dares not offend him.

But what Zhuang Haiming didn't know was that what Zhuang Yazhi hated most was Shen Yiheng's sullen and silent attitude.

He always does whatever he wants, and if things don't go his way, he just stays silent.

Zhuang Yazhi was too lazy to pay any attention to him, so she decided to let him suffocate.

Meanwhile, Shen Qianli's punishment was also announced.

He was convicted of multiple crimes and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

"I want to appeal," Shen Qianli said, dissatisfied.

After being inside for about ten days, she lost a lot of weight, and her chin became even more sharp due to her thinness.

But nobody paid any attention to her, not even Zhang Baoxian asked her a few questions.

Driven to madness by helplessness, Shen Qianli cried out, "Let me go, let me go!" She pushed away the prison guard, but forgot that she was still chained. She stumbled and fell to the ground after taking only one step, looking utterly pathetic.

Zhuang Yazhi, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, got up and left.

Before leaving, she glanced at Shen Qianli, who was being pinned to the ground by the police and crying incessantly.

In her past life, she caused the deaths of two people, and going to jail to atone for her sins is already a transgression.

Zhuang Yazhi's original plan was to kill her with his own hands.

To make Shen Qianli's prison life more interesting and fulfilling, Zhuang Yazhi had already made arrangements in advance.

"You're just waiting to die." The voice wasn't loud, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

The vicious insults pierced her ears, causing Shen Qianli to stop in her tracks, frozen in place. She hesitated for a few seconds, then turned around to see that piercingly vicious gaze strike her like lightning.

At this moment, Zhuang Yazhi was like a devil who had suddenly appeared beside her, cold and ruthless, shocking her for a very long time.

By the time she realized what was happening, Shen Qianli had already been dragged away by the police.

She drifted further and further away from Zhuang Yazhi, but the ruthless gaze behind her grew increasingly intense, so sharp it felt like it would pierce through her back.

On the evening the trial ended, the temporary family of three sat down together for a meal after a long time.

After everyone realized each other's true colors, the atmosphere at the dinner table became unusually harmonious, especially Zhuang Haiming, who, despite his masked nature, was all smiles and treated Zhuang Yazhi and her daughter even better.

He was especially grateful to Zhuang Yazhi for letting him off the hook, so much so that he was now particularly respectful to Zhuang Yazhi, as if Zhuang Yazhi were his father.

“I specially had someone pack some red bean pastries from Haixing. They’re fresh out of the oven and smell amazing. Here, Yazhi, have a taste.”

"Sinan, you eat too."

Although it was just a feigned compliment, Zhuang Yazhi was captivated by it; at this moment, Zhuang Haiming finally looked like a father.

Su Sinan remained calm and indifferent, revealing nothing of her thoughts.

Halfway through dinner, Su Sinan suddenly proposed: "I want to invest in Qianhai Technology."

Both Zhuang Yazhi and Zhuang Haiming found it quite surprising.

Su Sinan smiled faintly and acted with gentle grace, but there was a sense of estrangement and distance between her and others.

"If we're going to do it, we should do it to the best of our ability."

She took out a gold card she had prepared beforehand, and said with great sincerity: "We are a family. We share the same fate, and we will share the same fate. From now on, we will be each other's strongest support, helping each other and achieving success together."

Zhuang Haiming's eyes shone brighter than a gold card. He had endured so much for so many years just to get a few more cents out of Su Sinan's pocket.

My wish has finally come true.

He was a little embarrassed and pretended to decline, but his greedy eyes betrayed him. The next second, he quickly switched his emotions and was moved to tears.

Tears will fall; anyone would cry seeing so many small goals.

Not only did he gain control of Qianhai and become the respected Mr. Zhuang, but he also unexpectedly received a substantial investment, getting rid of Shen Qianli, an obstacle, and successfully reaching the pinnacle of his life.

All of this felt like a dream to him; he felt light and carefree, like flying through the clouds, and it was incredibly exhilarating.

After dinner, Zhuang Yazhi and Su Sinan took a walk in the garden.

A cool evening breeze was blowing in my face; it felt wonderful.

"Daughter, which one do you like?" Su Sinan suddenly asked.

She was finding it increasingly difficult to discern Zhuang Yazhi's inclinations, to the point that she felt somewhat embarrassed when Zhang Baoxian came to see her.

Zhuang Yazhi remained silent, only offering a faint smile.

Someone has snitched again.

·

With the strong support of two major investors, Qianhai's market value skyrocketed.

Following the company's mobilization meeting, the company experienced rapid growth, and its sheer size astonished even some of the top companies in Haicheng.

Shen Yiheng has been returning to Qianhai more and more frequently lately. Every time we run into him, we just glance at him from afar as a greeting.

Like a weirdo, he deliberately avoided it.

During this period, Zhuang Yazhi had a lot of contact with Cheng Yan, and they were very connected.

After the meeting, Cheng Yan invited Zhuang Yazhi to dinner, and Zhuang Yazhi readily agreed. At that moment, Shen Yiheng was sitting next to them, his face dark and his emotions tense.

Unfortunately, the three of them ran into each other at the same restaurant that evening, even at the next table.

Zhuang Yazhi and Cheng Yan were having a pleasant conversation, their laughter ringing out. In contrast, Shen Yiheng's table was deserted, with Zhou Ying focused on eating her rice, ignoring everything around her.

When they first met, Zhou Ying asked Shen Yiheng if he wanted to change restaurants, and Shen Yiheng simply replied: "I already paid for it."

"Never mind then." Zhou Ying didn't say anything more and started stuffing herself like a glutton.

But Shen Yiheng couldn't eat it no matter what he tried; his stomach was bloated.

Zhou Ying ignored him, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was cold and awkward. Over time, the two tables seemed very strange in comparison.

"Do you know where Louis XVI was safest?" Shen Yiheng suddenly blurted out, looking at Zhou Ying very seriously, waiting for his answer.

Zhou Ying looked up in confusion: "Huh?"

After a few seconds, Shen Yiheng slowly said, "Highway, because the highway will turn around directly."

Zhou Ying's chopsticks froze in her hand: "..."

The jaws are wide open, letting in drafts, and it's freezing cold.

He seemed unsatisfied and said another one.

"What's cold, icy, and hard to chew?"

While Zhou Ying's mind went blank, he was also thinking rapidly, and he realized that Shen Yiheng wanted to chat with him.

"Ice?" he guessed.

Shen Yiheng shook his head.

"air conditioner."

Zhou Ying's indifference didn't seem feigned; he didn't even want to acknowledge her.

Is that right?

Not only him, but Zhuang Yazhi and Cheng Yan at the next table also stopped abruptly, dropping their spoons.

"People who have lost both hands most want to receive a beginner's gift pack."

"A smile that hides a dagger is a 'hahahahahaha' dagger."

"Superman wears tight pants because saving lives is the priority."

Shen Yiheng wanted to say something more.

The three men's heads were attacked in turn.

"President Shen is so humorous." Cheng Yan sincerely felt inferior to him.

Zhuang Yazhi: "Don't learn that."

It's starting to twitch again.

After dinner, at the restaurant entrance, Shen Yiheng watched as Zhuang Ya got into Cheng Yan's car.

His deep eyes gazed intently, a hint of sadness showing in his furrowed brows.

His shadow stretched longer under the streetlights, and the car gradually drove further and further away.

The neon lights shifted like a rainbow in the darkness, their light and shadows blurring and spreading.

Zhuang Yazhi leaned back against the headrest for a moment to rest, and casually glanced at the rearview mirror, noticing a car following behind.

"Cheng Yan, I'm a little carsick, please drive slower."

As Cheng Yanman stepped on the gas, she rolled down half of the window, and a breeze blew in, causing Zhuang Yazhi's long, flowing hair to flutter gently. She remained silent, her cool face reflecting a myriad of thoughts, yet her eyes held a resolute determination.

Zhuang Yazhi kept looking in the rearview mirror. Ever since she came out of the intersection, Shen Yiheng's car had been following her closely, driving slowly and patiently.

He followed her like that for half a month without interruption.

Zhuang Yazhi usually drives very fast, but tonight she wants to drive slowly and take a good look.

It was already eleven o'clock when Zhuang Yazhi got home. She was a little irritable and tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

In the darkness, her eyes were bright and clear, as lively as flowing pearls.

Zhuang Yazhi turned her head to look at the windowsill. Her balcony faced the main gate of the villa, and from this position, she could see everything outside the gate.

Including him.

The heavens were not cooperating, and thunder roared again, making this scene feel like a return to that night.

Within minutes, a torrential downpour began.

Shen Yiheng hid under the eaves, waiting alone and aimlessly.

He saw a glimmer of dawn on the distant mountains, but it was quickly obscured by dark clouds. His dim eyes drooped, and he once again fell into lonely waiting.

Compared to the morning light being obscured by dark clouds, Zhuang Yazhi felt that his dim eyes were more regrettable.

Rainwater cascaded down the eaves in the gentle breeze, wetting his shoulders and revealing his muscular arms clinging to his black shirt.

Perhaps it was because it was the first time I was seeing him from behind, or perhaps it was because he was too dazzling in the hazy black rain. He was tall and magnificent, and even the more than 2-meter-high eaves could only serve as a decorative backdrop for him.

"Sir," the aunt called out.

Shen Yiheng turned around and responded calmly.

"It's late and the rain is heavy, you should go home early."

It was indeed late at night.

"Sorry to bother you."

He nodded slightly to his aunt, then looked up at the windowsill, his dejection barely concealed as he looked down.

The car headlights were washed by the rain, and from a distance, only layers of light remained.

Zhuang Yazhi stared at the halo of light, lost in thought, her mind subtly shifting.

Shen Yiheng restrained himself and followed relentlessly, yet he was frighteningly calm.

His novelty is so striking that it naturally sparks a new sense of curiosity.