The next morning.

Song Nuan was preparing for the Song family's video conference when the occasional clanging sound of kitchen utensils colliding came from the kitchen.

Having learned from the previous experience, Wang Renyi suggested to Song Nuan before the meeting: "Xiao Nuan, you are not a formal shareholder now, and you are a junior, so you should be careful what you say at the meeting."

Looking at the middle-aged man with slightly graying temples in the video, Song Nuan felt a pang of emotion.

Wang Renyi is currently the only person who has publicly stated that he is on her side, although it was under duress.

But Song Nuan was open-minded. She didn't care whether it was voluntary or forced. In the eyes of the other shareholders, Wang Renyi was someone who supported her—that was enough.

Song Nuan smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, if I'm too easy to talk to, I'm afraid the other shareholders won't feel comfortable entrusting the Song family business to me."

Wang Renyi frowned, wondering what kind of twisted logic this was.

The meeting room gradually filled with people.

Song Zhiren was the last to arrive. When he entered the room and saw the video call with Song Nuan on the large screen, his face immediately darkened.

Song Zhiren's assistant reminded him, "Mr. Song, everyone has arrived."

"Now that everyone is here, I won't take up too much of your time. Let's get straight to the point."

Before Song Zhiren could even open his mouth, Song Nuan naturally seized the opportunity, speaking with remarkable composure, "I told you all last time that I would handle the Song Group's stock market issues. A few days ago, I issued a statement online, and in the days that followed, the Song Group's stock has been steadily rising."

Song Zhiren's face was ashen. "Many factors influence the rise and fall of the stock market. Do you think you can make the stock market rebound with just a statement? Do you think managing a company is child's play?"

Most shareholders looked on in agreement.

"Song Nuan, you're just lucky."

"The company had already taken public relations measures before you issued the statement, so the impact is delayed."

Song Nuan looked at everyone coldly.

Wang Renyi remained silent.

The silence of the two emboldened Song Zhiren's faction, who continued to spew insults at Song Nuan, almost drowning her in their spittle.

Song Zhiren was secretly pleased, then put on a kind father's face and said earnestly, "Song Nuan, you are my daughter. Don't I know you? You are too eager to succeed and not steady. It's fine for you to do small jobs, but for important tasks, we need a man."

Song Nuan stopped even pretending to smile; her face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

She already owned 40% of Song's shares. Does Song Zhiren's statement mean he doesn't intend to return the shares to her?

Someone seized the opportunity to suggest, "If Song Nuan insists on this, let her work in a grassroots position for a while. Women, once they experience hardship, they'll know what unrealistic dreams are."

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Song Nuan gritted her teeth, "Then I'll join the company and intern at the grassroots level for three months. After three months, you're all welcome to evaluate my abilities. Also, Mr. Song, don't forget to return the shares on time."

She slammed the notebook shut.

Damn, she's so angry!

The next second, Wang Renyi sent a message.

[Song Nuan, entry-level positions aren't easy. In three months, you might not even get involved in the company's core projects. Don't act impulsively.]

Uncle Wang, don't worry.

Wang Renyi had a headache. He was the only one in Song Nuan's faction. How could he not be worried?

Song Nuan stopped looking at WeChat and put her phone aside.

Lu Ziyang brought over breakfast and said, "Once you complete your engagement and the will takes effect, you can inherit the Song family business after Song Zhiren's shares are returned. There's no need to get involved in the mess at the grassroots level."

Song Nuan was already furious. Hearing Lu Ziyang's words, she glared at him angrily, "You also think I'm not good enough?"

Lu Ziyang frowned. "That's not what I meant."

"I'm not hungry, I won't eat!" Song Nuan suddenly stood up, pushed him away, grabbed her car keys, and left.

Lu Ziyang followed him out and explained, "I just don't want you to suffer."

In fact, Wang Renyi is right. Given Song Nuan's current situation, agreeing to go to a grassroots position for training is meaningless.

Song Zhiren's faction wants to make Song Nuan back down, so they will inevitably try to trip her up.

Seeing that Song Nuan still ignored him, Lu Ziyang said helplessly, "I apologize, please don't ignore me. Let's go home and eat first, okay?"

Song Nuan snorted coldly.

"Sweetheart," Lu Ziyang coaxed her softly, "I'll support whatever you want to do."

Song Nuan's complexion improved somewhat.

What she needs is not preaching, but unconditional support.

She walked back expressionlessly.

Lu Ziyang dared not speak carelessly anymore and changed the subject: "The press conference is in the afternoon. After you finish eating, take a nap, and I'll wake you up when it's time."

"What press conference?" Song Nuanqi was confused and couldn't remember for a moment.

Lu Ziyang: "Qin Yuchuan's press conference."

Song Nuan's head throbbed even more.

2:50 p.m.

The press conference was held at the Liangcheng Comprehensive Hall. Song Nuan did not have an invitation, but Qin Yuchuan had made arrangements, and the staff recognized her and did not stop her.

Song Nuan sat in the last row.

She looked up and met Qin Yuchuan's gaze on the stage. After a brief second, the two tacitly looked away.

Soon, the assistant's voice rang out, "Everyone, the press conference is now beginning."

Qin Yuchuan sat in the middle and said, "Everyone, in response to the recent rumors circulating online, the Qin Group is holding this press conference today. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have."

A reporter with a high ponytail asked, "Mr. Qin, did you really have an affair with your sister-in-law?"

Song Nuan curled her lips; she was so explosive right from the start.

I thought at least half of the people there were hired by Qin Yuchuan to fill the seats, and the other half were his own people. I didn't expect there to be real reporters among them.

Qin Yuchuan replied, "Yes."

Song Nuan was stunned.

The scene erupted in excitement.

"Mr. Qin, since you admit to having an affair with your sister-in-law, is the child she's carrying also yours?"

"President Qin, as far as I know, you and Miss Song Nuan are childhood sweethearts, you've been together since you were little. Under what circumstances did you have an affair with your sister-in-law?"

"President Qin..."

At this moment, Song Nuan had only one thought—

They've gone mad, they've all gone mad!

At this moment, a male reporter shrieked, "Mr. Qin, Ms. Song Nuan issued a statement a few days ago clarifying the rumors about you and Song Ningxue. Now you're admitting to cheating, does this mean your relationship with Song Nuan has broken down and you're preparing for a divorce?"

Qin Yuchuan replied, "We will not get a divorce at the moment."

The male reporter seized on the loophole and pressed further: "Currently, are you and Ms. Song only continuing your marriage to maintain your interests?"

Below the stage, Song Nuan clenched her fists.

It was only then that she realized why Qin Yuchuan had invited her today.

But Song Nuan hoped that she was overthinking things.

Qin Yuchuan's gaze fell indifferently on Song Nuan. She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and no one around her recognized her except him.

"Yes," Qin Yuchuan replied calmly.

What kind of vested interests are involved?

Qin Yuchuan smiled, "Song Nuan can only obtain the inheritance rights of the Song family after three years of marriage to me. Therefore, the relationship between Song Nuan and me is not as deep as everyone thinks."

With a loud bang, Song Nuan seemed to hear the sound of thunder striking.

Qin Yuchuan, that despicable dog!

"President Qin, are you trying to whitewash the fact that Song Ningxue willingly became a mistress?" the female reporter with the high ponytail asked sharply.

Qin Yuchuan's face darkened. "Ningxue is not a mistress. When I was with her, I hadn't married Song Nuan yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bottle of mineral water was thrown at the man on the stage.

Song Nuan pulled down her mask and coldly questioned, "Qin Yuchuan, are you implying that I'm the mistress?"