Chapter 96 It should be clear who is Sheng
"Can you sit here and eat with them with a clear conscience? I can't sit still anyway!"
Sheng Han turned a warning look to Pan Rui's wife.
The woman who had tried to introduce a girl to his father two years ago.
"Don't even think about sending any more unscrupulous people to my dad's place to pick up my mom's achievements..."
Sheng Jian painfully defended himself: "I only have your mother in my heart, Xiaohan, you know it!"
"Yeah?!"
Sheng Han's voice suddenly rose, and the resentment that had been pent up for more than ten years erupted at this moment.
"Then why didn't you answer that call back then?! My mom called you dozens of times before she died! Why didn't you answer?! How can you still calmly sit down and have dinner with the people who killed her?!"
He stared at Grandma Sheng intently: "Back then, was it this old woman who told your assistant that the company had an important project and no one was allowed to disturb you? Was it her? The reason why you didn't even get to see my mother for the last time!"
This secret, like a rusty knife, was stabbed out by Sheng Han fiercely, making Sheng Jian and Grandma Sheng turn pale at the same time.
Sheng Jian's lips trembled, and he looked like he had aged ten years in an instant.
Sheng Fu trembled and advised, "Xiao Han... things... things are all over..."
"I can't get over it!" Sheng Han's eyes were red. "Take your time to enjoy this meal. I won't keep you company!"
He turned and walked away, but when he reached the door, he seemed to remember something and turned back suddenly.
"Also, stop having any crooked ideas."
Sheng Han gave a sinister sneer.
"I forgot to tell you that my father owns 10% of Shengxin Group's shares, I personally own 31%, and my wife holds 10%. In other words, our family now has an absolute controlling stake of 51% in Shengxin Group."
Originally, Sheng Jian held 30% of Shengxin Group, Zhou Yuanxin held 21%, and the rest were scattered shares.
When Sheng Han was born, 5% of Sheng Jian's shares were given to Sheng Han.
After Zhou Yuanxin passed away, the shares under her name were inherited by him after Shenghan University graduated.
When Sheng Han joined the group and inherited the family business, Sheng Jian gave him 5% of the shares.
Sheng Han inherited the group for a year, taking care of the entertainment industry affairs and managing the group so well. Sheng Jian transferred 10% of his shares to Shi Qing with an apology.
Now, even without Sheng Jian, no one can match the couple's shares in Shengxin Group.
"So, I think you should all be clear now as to who owns this company and who has the final say in the future."
As soon as the words fell, the room fell into dead silence.
Everyone was shocked by the news.
How can there be so many?!
Sheng Han didn't look back once. His tall and straight figure resolutely disappeared into the deep night, leaving only the mess and horror in the room.
Deathly silence spread in the restaurant.
The dining table, which was bustling just now, was now so quiet that one could hear each other's heavy breathing.
Only the skits on the Spring Festival Gala on TV have reached their happy family-friendly ending.
After a long time, Sheng Jian let out a low sigh from his dry throat, breaking the suffocating silence.
He slowly glanced at the crowd, his eyes no longer had the gentleness of the past, only endless fatigue.
"Xiao Han... is more capable than me." He spoke hoarsely, as if he had used up his last bit of strength. "Sheng Xin will eventually be handed over to him."
This sentence is more of a verdict than an explanation.
It declared that all the unrealistic fantasies of this group of people had turned into nothing.
Pan Feng's face turned pale and his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.
Grandma Sheng's face was as pale as gold paper, and her eyes stared blankly ahead, as if her soul had been taken away.
Sheng Jian's gaze finally fell on Sheng Fu's frightened face.
His tone was so flat that it was almost indifferent: "From now on, we don't have to celebrate the New Year together. This old house will be left to your family."
He is old and still cares about that vague old love.
But now that the relationship has been torn apart by his son, he realizes that there is no old love at all.
They are just a bunch of thorns in the flesh.
After saying that, Sheng Jian no longer looked at anyone. He leaned on his crutches and walked towards the door slowly and firmly, step by step.
He wanted to go to the cemetery to accompany Xinxin.
Tell her that he was wrong and that he had let her and this family down.
Behind him, the belated chaos finally broke out.
"Mom! Mom! What happened to you?!" Sheng Fu screamed in panic, his voice filled with tears. "Meizhen! Quick! Call an ambulance!"
Then came Meizhen's sobbing response, the harsh sound of a chair being knocked over, and the crisp sound of cups and plates breaking on the ground...
The whole restaurant was in chaos.
Sheng Jian didn't even pause as he walked straight out of the door that made him feel suffocated.
Outside, the biting cold wind blew on his face.
In the night sky, brilliant fireworks bloomed one after another, lighting up half the sky.
On the night of family reunion, he became a real lonely man.
Unlike the banquet at Shengjia Manor in Anxin City that ended in unpleasantness, Shi Qing's home in Anluo City seemed particularly peaceful and warm.
The small living room was bright and clean, the Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV, and the dining table was filled with steaming dumplings and some exquisite side dishes.
The air is filled with the aroma of food and the smell of home.
But this tranquility was soon broken by an untimely phone call.
It’s Grandma Shi’s landline number.
Li Manqing took a look and frowned subconsciously, "Mom, well, we won't go back for the New Year."
Shi Qing held out her hand and gestured for the phone to be given to her.
He picked up the phone with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
Two years ago, when she was blacklisted by the entire Internet and was banned by the company, this grandmother was reluctant to even call to express her condolences.
Now that "Yue Yan" has become a hit, she has returned to the peak, and the family affection has returned.
Yes, this is not the first time she has been so shameless.
"Hello." Shi Qing's voice was flat, and no emotion could be heard.
On the other end of the line, Grandma Shi's overly enthusiastic voice immediately came over: "Oh, it's Qingqing! It's New Year's Day, why didn't you tell me you'd come back home to see Grandma? Grandma misses you so much!"
"Miss me?" Shi Qing chuckled. "Do you miss me, or the money in my pocket?"
Grandma Shi on the other end of the phone choked for a moment, then laughed it off in that kind tone: "What are you talking about, kid! We're family, so we don't have different opinions..."
"Grandma, please stop being so hypocritical." Shi Qing was too lazy to listen to these hypocritical pleasantries and interrupted coldly, "If you have something to say, please say it. If not, I'm hanging up. I'm busy watching the Spring Festival Gala."
Grandma Shi seemed to be choked by her ruthless attitude.
After a while, he reluctantly said a few polite words.
Just when Shi Qing ran out of patience and was about to hang up the phone, a vague male voice came from the receiver, as if urging something.
That voice...
Shi Qing's eyes suddenly fixed.
"Is my uncle back?"
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