Two hours later, when he received the results, Fu Jinchuan's face turned pale. How... how could it be so sudden?

Bai Cheng confirmed once again that Nan Yu was indeed dead.

I felt incredibly happy.

It's a pity we didn't get divorced, because it made Jinchuan fall for him. But it doesn't matter, as long as he's no longer a ticking time bomb, it's only a matter of time before I take his place.

Just when Bai Cheng thought she was safe and sound.

A senior executive of the Fu Group presented him with evidence and invited him for tea.

Bai Cheng already considers herself Mrs. Fu. She walks in with her head held high and a haughty air about her, and even when facing the shareholders, she maintains the same demeanor.

The shareholders were quite polite to him.

Bai Cheng asked her assistant to serve tea, and took a sip with her fingers delicately poised.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Zhou? I need to have lunch with Jin Chuan later."

The shareholder, seeing him looking like a nouveau riche, curled his lips in a mocking smile, raised his hand to signal his assistant to leave, and then brought over a document, handing it to Bai Cheng.

"It's nothing, take a look first."

"We're discussing a collaboration."

Bai Cheng, puzzled, still crossed her legs and opened the document. After reading the first few lines of the first page, her expression changed drastically, and she suddenly stood up, shouting, "These documents are all fake! What are you trying to do?!"

Feeling guilty, he retorted and questioned loudly.

He had clearly destroyed the evidence.

What, what happened?

"Don't rush me. I'm not threatening you with this. I just want to talk business with you. You're not meticulous in your work. The evidence is right there. If my nephew wants to investigate, he can find out everything in no time."

Bai Cheng panicked. She thought she had covered her tracks perfectly and that the person involved was gone, but she never expected that someone else would find a way to use her against her.

“That’s fake,” Qi Xu retorted.

"The truth will out, and the lie will become the truth. I think my niece-in-law knows the truth in her heart."

The shareholder smiled, his deep voice carrying a leader's air. Faced with such evidence, Bai Cheng wouldn't back down, but he was feeling guilty and didn't even dare to look the other person in the eye.

"I...I don't know, I have amnesia."

Seeing that he was still being stubborn, the shareholder sat down on the wooden chair opposite him, bent down to pick up the tea from the coffee table, and took a sip slowly. He didn't say anything, and the more pressure Bai Cheng felt, the more his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Amnesia is okay. I'll show the things to my nephew. I heard his ex-wife was in a car accident and is gone. Oh right, Uncle Zhou also found out some things, like whether this car accident was an accident or intentional..."

Bai Cheng was now completely panicked.

Its eyes darted around frantically, but it couldn't find a place to settle.

His hands trembled like a leaf. "Uncle Zhou, what do you want me to do?"

Shareholder: "The Fu family has been the boss for so many years, Uncle Zhou would like to have a turn too. I heard that my nephew is planning to give you 2% of the shares?"

Bai Cheng's heart pounded with anxiety. With the evidence in the other party's hands, he felt like a lamb to the slaughter, completely at their mercy. Otherwise, if Fu Jinchuan found out about this, he would be doomed.

He kept going back and forth about the car accident.

How could they still be caught red-handed?

Bai Cheng's voice trembled with panic, "It hasn't been given to Uncle Zhou yet, Jin Chuan only said he was going to give it to..."

"2% is too little. Ask your nephew for more, then sell it to your uncle at a lower price. Your uncle will give you extra money. What do you think?"

Bai Cheng doesn't understand running a company or internal power struggles, but he knows that Fu's shares are very valuable, and that whoever has the largest shareholding has the most decisive say in the company.

"If Grandpa Fu finds out I'll die, Uncle Zhou, I..."

"No, since Uncle Zhou has offered this, he has the ability to protect you. As for those traces you haven't completely erased, Uncle Zhou will show his sincerity and ensure that no one else can find them except for the one I have. Is that alright with you?"

Bai Cheng was threatened, and he had no choice.

The evidence must never be given to Fu Jinchuan. Even if she was just deceiving herself, Bai Cheng knew that once it was exposed, it would be the end for her.

The shareholders gave him time to think.

About half an hour.

Bai Cheng asked tremblingly, "Uncle Zhou, how many do you want? How many will you give me?"

The shareholder laughed heartily: "Alright, 10%, Uncle Zhou will give you 200 million. That's more than enough for you to live on your own in the future, how about it?"

For an ordinary person, 200 million is indeed enough.

Bai Cheng is, after all, Fu Jinchuan's man. Fu's company has numerous subsidiaries with a market value of trillions. 10% of the shares are worth hundreds of billions. Exchanging two hundred million for several hundred million is like cutting off your toes.

Even if someone doesn't understand how the company operates, with that amount of money, if someone wanted to cause trouble, they could easily be sent to jail.

Bai Cheng's face was as pale as paper. He wanted to reduce it to 5%, but the shareholders disagreed and insisted on 10%, otherwise he would anonymously hand over the evidence to Fu Jinchuan.

Bai Cheng could only protect herself, so she agreed.

Back to the villa.

Bai Cheng also followed Nan Yu's example, washing her hands and cooking, but the two had different purposes. Fu Jinchuan couldn't believe Nan Yu's death and had lost his patience with Bai Cheng.

Bai Cheng: "Have some, Jinchuan. I made this for you myself. Try it and see if it's good."

Fu Jinchuan's face turned cold: "I said I'm not eating, I'm busy! Can't you understand human language?"

Bai Cheng was shocked, frightened, and angry. For the sake of the shares, he dared not utter a sound. He acted like a frightened little rabbit, his eyes instantly turning red. He bent down to pick up the lunch boxes, and the jade pendant around his neck was revealed as he moved.

When Fu Jinchuan saw this, he recalled those childhood scenes, and a trace of guilt couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

She reached out and grabbed Bai Cheng's arm, hugged her, and apologized, "I'm sorry, just leave it here, I'll eat it later."

Bai Cheng's eyes were red, and Fu Jinchuan comforted her.

It's unclear when it started, but Fu Jinchuan's temper became unpredictable. He often worked overtime at the company, which exhausted his secretaries. He would also be irritable with Bai Cheng, but whenever they saw the jade pendant around his neck, they would either remain silent or apologize.

Gradually, Bai Cheng felt less and less of his love for her.

At first, I was hesitant and didn't dare to.

Then he began to test Fu Jinchuan.

Company shares are a sensitive matter. Fu Jinchuan's voluntary gift is completely different from Bai Cheng's request. He has already started preparing the shares and will give them to her when the time is right.

Bai Cheng tested the waters every few days.

Finally, he asked further, "Jinchuan, if you give me 2%, how much do you have left?"

Fu Jinchuan: "0.2%".

Bai Cheng was taken aback: "Isn't the company owned by the Fu family? Why do you have so few?"

The company's chairman and top leader is Mr. Fu.

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for blood ties, Fu Jinchuan would just be a slightly higher-level employee. The old man originally wanted to train him for a few years before retiring behind the scenes.

Later, because of Bai Cheng and Nan Yu, the old man distrusted Fu Jinchuan and temporarily refused to give the position to his grandson.

It's strange, really.

When Nan Yu left, the old man didn't react much, which made Bai Cheng suspect that her previous kindness towards Nan Yu was just an act.

"Grandpa is in charge."

Bai Cheng: "Then how much does Grandpa take?"

Fu Jinchuan glanced at Bai Cheng. He now keeps the jade pendant out in the open all year round. Whenever a man catches a glimpse of the jade pendant, any pent-up dissatisfaction he feels will deflate like a punctured balloon.