Chapter 72 Transfer of Shares He wants to transfer a portion of the shares under his name...
Qiu Xiaoman didn't want Shen Qinghuai to disturb other people's sleep, so after hesitating for a moment, she agreed.
Winter was not yet over, and the streets were bitterly cold at night. Her trench coat could not withstand the sub-zero temperatures, so she wrapped herself in her floral cotton-padded jacket and went out.
With an icy expression and a distant attitude, she stood there without saying a word, and made no attempt to go to the car to inquire about Shen Qinghuai.
When Shen Qinghuai saw the look of disdain in her eyes, he was momentarily dazed, as if he saw his past self who was dissatisfied with going to the countryside.
Equally unruly, equally arrogant.
It really is his daughter. She looks just like him, especially the mocking curve of her lips. She's practically a mini-Shen Qinghuai. It's a pity she's not a son, otherwise she would look even more like him.
Shen Qinghuai struggled to sit up, rolled down the window, and stared blankly at Qiu Xiaoman, mumbling something incoherently.
Qiu Xiaoman stood outside the car window, looking at this arrogant and unrefined boss. Everything seemed so unfamiliar and so ridiculous.
She checked the time, then turned to Shen Tenglong and asked, "How much did he drink?"
"A pound of strong liquor, very potent. Little sister, why don't you try to persuade him? Can't you talk things out calmly? If something really happens to Uncle, you won't have an easy time either." Shen Tenglong wasn't threatening her, but the situation in Beidu was complicated, with so many powerful and influential people. Little sister was in a profession that easily offended people, and only if Uncle was alive and well would others hesitate to act against him.
As for Liang Yuting, she's been locked up by her uncle and is being watched by bodyguards every step of the way, so she shouldn't cause any more trouble.
He really hoped that the father and daughter could sit down and have a proper talk, instead of escalating the situation to such an extent that it would only cause pain to their loved ones and joy to their enemies. Why bother?
What he could think of, Qiu Xiaoman naturally knew, but she was no longer the pitiful little girl who used to have a high fever and wait for her parents to appear and give her some money to go back to school.
Now, she has a skill and a decent job, and she no longer needs Shen Qinghuai and Chen Baihui.
The absent fatherly and motherly love will never return, and besides, she had already given Shen Qinghuai a chance.
She took two steps back, creating some distance, and warned Shen Qinghuai, word by word: "Drowning your life like this will only make me despise you more. Don't come here again. My surname is Qiu, not Chen. As for the money you wired to me—"
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Qinghuai pushed open the car door and staggered out. He leaned against a camphor tree to shake off his groggy head, stood up, and asked, "Child, what do you want your father to do to forgive him? I have no choice. Your sisters are still young, and your brother is still breastfeeding. They can't be without their mother. If you're not satisfied, how about I transfer some company shares to you? You're not married yet, so you don't understand my difficulties. I care about you."
"Shares? Mr. Shen, do you think you can buy my life back with a little more money?" Qiu Xiaoman was even angrier. Of course, she also understood that for someone like Shen Qinghuai who was driven by profit, transferring company shares was already the biggest compromise and concession.
But she had already died once, on that cold, snowy day, on that day of suffering with a persistent high fever.
Having been reborn, she cherishes her life; no amount of money can buy her life.
She has become capable and powerful, but deep down, she is still that unlucky girl who was abandoned by her parents for twelve years and couldn't finish high school to take the college entrance exam because she didn't have the money.
She hated them, hated them to the core.
In this dump truck incident, if Shen Qinghuai had been willing to put aside his own family ties for the greater good, she would have been willing to forgive him, but unfortunately he wasn't.
He remains the same selfish and indifferent adult, and no amount of money can beautify his actions.
With tears welling in her eyes, she asked him one last time, "If I were hit and killed by a dump truck, would you still send Liang Yuting to a mental hospital?"
Shen Qinghuai was stumped by the question. He stared blankly at his daughter, unable to speak because he already knew the answer.
Qiu Xiaoman was a smart woman; she should have known this long ago. She wiped away her disobedient tears and mourned for the last time for the sake of the so-called father-daughter relationship.
Gusts of north wind shoved through the narrow streets toward the distant North China Plain, their mournful cries a lament for this broken family bond.
The father and daughter faced each other silently, sighing without a sound.
After a long while, Qiu Xiaoman calmed herself down and said one last time, "I don't care about your shares, and I'll return the money you gave me. We're just strangers. As for the money for this courtyard house and the mobile phone, I'll return it to you in cash. You can leave now."
"Child, please, don't do this. I won't bother you anymore, but please keep what I gave you, okay? As for the three million, that's not from me. It's from an elder overseas. He'll be angry if he finds out I didn't transfer the money to you. The old man isn't in good health, so please keep the money for his sake." Shen Qinghuai was completely sober now. He clutched his aching stomach and pleaded, "If you promise me that, I'll leave right now."
"Please don't call yourself my father. You're not worthy of my attention. I have a father." Qiu Xiaoman turned around and stopped looking at him. "I'll think about the money. I'll talk to your nephew when I've made up my mind. You can leave now and don't bother me anymore."
Shen Qinghuai didn't speak, just watched her back as she disappeared behind the courtyard gate, accompanied by the creaking of the old door hinges.
The night swallowed everything, but the neon lights in the city sky wanted to illuminate a certain corner, letting him see the filth and depravity of the adult world.
Xiaoman is right, he is not good enough for her, he is not worthy to be her father.
As his thoughts churned, his stomach began to cramp. Clutching his increasingly painful abdomen, he leaned against a tree, panting.
Shen Tenglong quickly got out of the car to help him and took him to the hospital emergency room.
Fortunately, he didn't just drink alone tonight. Old Jiang persuaded him to eat quite a few peanuts and beans. However, he had just undergone surgery a few days ago, and his reckless behavior angered the doctor, who insisted that he stay in the hospital for a few more days.
Shen Qinghuai did not struggle. He drank the emetic, received an IV drip, and then lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
When it was dawn, Manager Zhao came to see him. He asked Manager Zhao to go back and help him prepare some contracts, as he wanted to transfer a portion of his shares to Qiu Xiaoman.
Shen Qinghuai is the company's largest shareholder, holding 87% of the shares.
He plans to transfer 36% of the shares, keeping 51% for himself, remaining the largest shareholder.
Manager Zhao was dumbfounded. No way, what heinous thing did President Shen do to be so eager to please Xiao Qiu?
Manager Zhao had to advise, "But she's still a child. What if someone instigates her to take away her shares? Then it would be incredibly easy for them to ruin our company."
"Stop talking, just do what I'm told. If she refuses to sign, tell her I'm dying, and this is my last wish." The situation was beyond repair, but Shen Qinghuai had to do something, at least to make himself feel a little better.
Manager Zhao couldn't understand this feeling.
Helpless, Manager Zhao had no choice but to go back and prepare the contract, and discuss with the company's legal department to come up with an unambiguous and secure clause.
*
When Qiu Xiaoman got up in the morning, she saw the nanny van waiting outside. It was a big van, probably big enough to seat more than a dozen people.
After getting into the car with Xiao Qiao, she realized that not only were her three younger siblings there, but Aunt Yang and the others were also there.
Yang Ailing said with a smile, "Your mother asked Lao Wei to contact us. We're going the same way, so we'll travel together."
Qiu Xiaoman wanted to say that it wasn't her mother, but she was an adult and knew that everything should be done in the right context, so she just smiled and didn't embarrass Chen Baihui in public.
She glanced at the people in the car and didn't see Zheng Linmao. That was alright; at least it wasn't so awkward.
Once on the plane, she sat by the window, staring blankly at the ground staff coming and going on the tarmac.
Cao Yan insisted on switching seats with her brother and sat next to her sister. She even took out the dolphin and panda plush toys that her sister hadn't brought yesterday.
She asked, as if showing off a treasure, "Sister, sister, look, isn't it cute?"
Qiu Xiaoman was lost in thought and didn't hear him until Cao Yan called her five or six times before she came to her senses and forced a smile: "Sorry, Xiao Yan, I was thinking about the case and didn't hear you clearly. What did you say?"
Cao Yan shoved the doll into her arms: "It's for my sister. If she doesn't like it, I'll get her another one."
Qiu Xiaoman accepted the gift with a smile and hugged the little girl tightly. Really, what a wicked mother, why did she have to give birth to such an adorable little sister?
It caused her extreme distress.
She felt she had to give something back, so she told him a folk tale that had been passed down from her adoptive parents' side.
Cao Yan listened intently, occasionally chiming in with a few words of support: "Wow, that's amazing! Wow, that's terrifying!"
Sitting in the back row, Eileen Yang couldn't help but praise Chen Baihui, "Your two daughters get along so well. Especially Xiao Qiu, she's like a real older sister. Mr. Chen has really raised them well."
Chen Baihui smiled awkwardly. Her eldest daughter was not raised by her; it was clearly the adoptive parents in Yunnan who raised her well.
But who doesn't like to hear compliments? And since it was in a public place, she couldn't very well say that this daughter wasn't hers, so she could only smile and agree with a couple of words.
Xiao Qiao, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but mutter to herself, cursing Aunt Chen for being shameless.
When the plane entered the cruising phase, Cao Yan fell asleep on Qiu Xiaoman's shoulder, his little paws instinctively grabbing at her trench coat sleeve, which was very cute.
Qiu Xiaoman couldn't bear to wake her, so she remained in the position of a human pillow until the plane landed and Cao Yan woke up, at which point she stretched her limbs a bit.
Cao Yan was quite embarrassed. He had been too excited last night and had chatted with his two older brothers until 2 a.m. before falling asleep. They talked about all the stories his sister had told him.
So she couldn't help but fall asleep.
She quickly apologized to her sister, but Qiu Xiaoman wasn't angry. Who could bear to hurt such a cute little sister?
She picked up Cao Yan and turned to hold Xiao Qiao's hand: "Sister doesn't get angry so easily. Come on, let's get off the plane."
After getting off the plane, Qiu Xiaoman's mobile phone rang.
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