When the people from the organization arrived, not only Old He, but even those people from the bank who originally looked down on Wen Qiao were somewhat shocked.
Moreover, these people are all top students who graduated with degrees in finance.
They were curious about when Wen Qiao had found these people and how she had managed to get them all to listen to her.
The arrival of the think tank made Wen Qiao feel much more at ease.
They were people invited by Wen Qiao, and on the surface, they should just listen to Wen Qiao. In reality, Wen Qiao handed over the authority to grant her shares in the bank to her think tank.
Wen Qiao didn't need to worry about the rest.
In order to cultivate her image as a dutiful granddaughter, Wen Qiao sparked a romance with Wen Zhengnian, and together with her husband He Muyi and their son Wen Zhongjin, they bought plane tickets back to China.
When the old master of the He family learned of this, he strongly opposed it.
They also summoned Wen Qiao and He Muyi to the He family's old residence for questioning.
“I disagree with this. Mr. Wen has lived abroad for most of his life. I have known him for many years and I have never heard him say that people should return to their roots after they die.”
“Wen Qiao, you are now married to Mu Ye, and you have your own businesses abroad. Moreover, this wealth is something you could never accumulate in several lifetimes in China. Why do you still need to go back to China?”
Wen Qiao responded to these words with indifference and a hint of detachment.
“If Grandpa He doesn’t want Mu Ye to come back to China with me, I can go back by myself. But before my grandfather passed away, he held my hand and said that if Mu Ye and I are not of one mind, then it is our marital property, and I have the right to change whether or not to give it to Mu Ye.”
As Wen Qiao spoke, she turned to look at He Muye.
There was an angry look in his eyes.
"Muye, tell me yourself, do you want to come back to China with me to see my grandfather off on his final journey?"
He Muye coughed slightly and looked at his grandfather, Old He.
“Grandpa, you know, it’s not that I’m after Wen Qiao’s money. I’m worried about Wen Qiao. She’s in mourning right now and has to take care of her child. I’m worried…”
Upon hearing Wen Qiao mention the division of the inheritance, Old He couldn't help but curse Wen Zhengnian in his heart. That old fox, even in death, still had this trick up his sleeve.
Old Man He looked at Wen Qiao and He Muye.
Then he said, "Then you two take Old Wen's ashes back to China for burial. Chongjin is staying at the He family's house; leave her with Aunt Song."
Wen Qiao's tone suddenly turned cold.
“Grandpa, Song Ma is your person, but not mine. I don’t trust Song Ma to take care of the child, and I will not agree to it.”
“You can keep the child, but I will find someone to take care of him myself. This child is a member of the Wen family. Although he is your grandson’s son, I'm afraid you wouldn’t want to acknowledge him as a descendant of the He family, would you?”
"No way!" Old He's expression changed slightly, but he immediately regained his normal, dignified demeanor. "They're all my great-grandsons, how could I possibly mistreat them?"
I don't believe it.
“I can let my people take the children and stay abroad, but you only have visitation rights, not the right to take them away. Also, I will not allow Song Ma to get close to my children.”
Wen Qiao said this in front of Song Ma.
Song Ma's face immediately turned ugly.
She didn't speak to Wen Qiao, but looked at He Muye with a sad expression.
“Muye, you should know how Song Ma has treated you. Since you went abroad, I have been taking care of your daily life. If I have any ill intentions towards you, may I be struck by lightning.”
Unexpectedly, He Muye was unwilling to accept her moral blackmail.
Instead, she spoke in a cold, indifferent voice, "Aren't you just a nanny working for the He family? It's only because the He family values you that you can't recognize your place?"
"Does that mean I can't be taken care of by a different nanny?"
After He Muyi finished speaking, Song Ma's face instantly turned pale.
She never imagined that the little boy she had taken such good care of would grow up and think of her this way, without a shred of gratitude.
Seeing that Song Ma didn't speak, He Muye added another sentence.
“Taking care of me is your job. Song Ma, sometimes you overstep your bounds.”
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