"Don't worry, when Eleven grows up, I will hand over the Imperial View Group to him to inherit. It will be a case of the son inheriting the father's business and returning it to its rightful owner."
Qiao Wanwan couldn't help but raise her hand and clap her hands, laughing as she said, "Then you really are great, unconditionally helping me manage the Dijing Group until my child comes of age."
"We're all one family, so we don't need to speak like outsiders. It's not about being great or not; we're just helping each other out."
Qiao Wanwan smiled faintly, "Alright, since you're so kind, I won't stand on ceremony with you."
Zheng Ma immediately panicked, "Madam, you can't agree to him!"
Qiao Wanwan raised her hand to stop her from speaking, and said, "The Dijing Group has plenty of factories. You can pick one, and I'll make you a gatekeeper. Anyway, someone like you will be guarding the gate in ten or twenty years. I'll let you get there right away and avoid some detours."
The bodyguard next to him barely suppressed a laugh.
Zhan Xiuwen's face darkened. "I knew it. You're no pushover."
"I don't know if I'm economical or not, but you shouldn't treat me like a fool." Qiao Wanwan's face turned cold. "Zhan Xiuwen, you've got a good plan. Do you think I, Qiao Wanwan, am stupid for three years after pregnancy and would give you the Dijing Group? Is that it?"
Zhan Xiuwen sighed, "I really meant well. You have to understand that this society is very cruel. With Jing Ting gone, how long do you think the Dijing Group can hold on? There are so many people eyeing this piece of fat meat. How can you, a woman, compete with them? That's why I told you to prepare early and hand over the Dijing Group to me. That's the wisest choice."
Qiao Wanwan sneered and said, "It seems you're convinced Jing Ting is dead. Well then, let me say this: Zhan Xiuwen, even if I, a woman, can't stand up to you, even if the Dijing Group can't hold on, I will never hand it over to you, because you're not worthy!"
"Qiao Wanwan, you're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
“Someone always has to take the punishment, but I’m not the one who will.” Qiao Wanwan leaned back in her chair, a cold glint in her eyes. “Jiang Dong, since Mr. Zhan likes Wutong Bay wine so much, let him drink his fill.”
"Yes, Madam." Jiang Dong stepped forward, picked up the decanter, and poured all the red wine inside over Zhan Xiuwen's head!
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