Inside the reception room, Mr. Luo and Luo Zhihong continued to wait. Even though the chairman of "NEw" had been keeping them waiting for a full hour, Mr. Luo still dared not show any impatience.
Luo Zhihong's expression turned grim: "Dad, is this the only option we have now?"
"Ruan Tiantian is such a disappointment. Our Luo family is being besieged. We don't know where that woman came from, and we still haven't found the person behind her..."
Mr. Luo lowered his voice and said irritably, "The only companies in the entire South City that can provide us with enough funds to revive ourselves, besides the Hongyuan Group which is struggling to survive, are 'NEw'."
Upon hearing this, Luo Zhihong didn't dare to ask any more questions.
After waiting for a long time, the secretary carrying the documents finally entered the meeting room, and the two people sitting down quickly stood up.
The secretary said, "Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo, the chairman is very busy with work and has only just found the time. He will be here soon and asked me to handle this for him."
Mr. Luo replied with a smile, "Alright, it's only natural that your company is thriving and extremely busy. I just hope to have a face-to-face meeting with the chairman to discuss investment cooperation."
"Investment and cooperation are certainly possible."
The secretary paused, then said, "The chairman specifically mentioned that he had some conflicts and disagreements with Young Master Luo after returning to China, and he's worried that—"
"Smack!"
Before the secretary could finish speaking, Mr. Luo slapped Luo Zhihong across the face, still smiling broadly: "Please tell the chairman not to worry, my son is ignorant, I will bring him to apologize."
A bright red handprint quickly appeared on Luo Zhihong's face, but he didn't dare to utter a sound, instead forcing a sheepish smile.
The secretary looked at him, her gaze remaining unchanged: "Mr. Luo, have you ever heard of the saying, 'If a child is not raised properly, it is the father's fault'?"
"...I wonder what my son has done?"
Mr. Luo's expression changed slightly, but he still managed to maintain a stiff smile. Asking him to slap himself would be ridiculous; where would he put his old face?
The secretary didn't answer, but instead connected the phone, turned on the speakerphone, and soon footsteps came from the other end, followed by a slightly hoarse voice: "President Luo?"
Upon hearing the voice, Luo Zhihong suddenly looked up. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the voice sounded very similar to Luo Yuming's.
But at this moment, Luo's father stepped forward: "Is that you? I don't know how my son offended you. I will definitely break his legs when I get back and bring him to you in person!"
The voice on the other end of the phone chuckled: "No need. I'd rather talk to President Luo about the current situation of the Luo Group."
"Yes, please speak."
"As far as I know, the Luo family's situation is quite bad. They are under great public pressure, their market share is being taken away, consumers are spontaneously boycotting them, their stock is fluctuating, and a large number of people are withdrawing their investment and terminating contracts, right?"
This was practically laying bare Mr. Luo's most wretched situation, and he could barely keep his smile going. But the voice on the phone continued: "It's a pity, but without 'NEw's' intervention, the Luo family would have fallen apart and faced bankruptcy."
"Chairman, you..."
"So, Mr. Luo, do you think the secretary is right?"
As the saying goes, "the true colors are revealed when the map is unrolled," and Luo's father's smile completely crumbled, but they were indeed at their wits' end...
Just as Luo's father was about to hit him, Luo Zhihong quickly reached out and grabbed him: "Dad, Dad, wait a minute. I feel like this voice sounds a lot like Luo Yuming's. Could it be him?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? He's the chairman of the board, how dare that little bastard try to climb up to him? Don't make the chairman angry!"
Mr. Luo cursed angrily while apologizing on the phone: "I'm sorry, Chairman, my son was ignorant. How could that kind of person compare to you? It's a huge joke."
But the phone call had already been disconnected, and footsteps came from outside the door. Mr. Luo heard them immediately. The key to Mrs. Luo's revival lay here. He raised his hand and slapped himself hard.
After slapping him several times, Mr. Luo was determined, his face almost swollen: "It's my fault for not teaching him well, that's why this idiot has upset you!"
“I’m glad you recognize that.”
At this moment, the door was finally opened, and the two of them were completely stunned. Even though Luo's father never cared about Luo Yuming and his voice was so unfamiliar that they couldn't recognize him, they would definitely recognize his face.
At the doorway, Luo Yuming was bending down slightly, his arm around the slender young lady. Ruan Qing'an was being embraced from behind, as if he were holding a delicate doll.
She remained expressionless and silent, but Luo Yuming raised his eyes and said, "Long time no see, my so-called 'father'."
"When you took me back to the Luo family as a favor, and then let me be beaten and scolded without any regard for my safety, and even caused my mother's death, you probably never thought that something like this would happen."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Luo, whose face was covered with slap marks, collapsed to the ground. Luo Zhihong quickly stepped forward to support him and couldn't help but say, "Luo Yuming, we were sorry for what we did before, but are you really going to just watch the Luo family perish?"
"Of course not."
Finally, a glimmer of light appeared in Luo's father's almost desperate eyes. He hurriedly climbed forward, trying to grab Luo Yuming's trouser leg, but was blocked by the secretary. He could only look at him with tears streaming down his face and pleading.
He cried uncontrollably, "Yuming, it was my fault before. Please forgive me. There's no such thing as a father and son holding a grudge overnight. The Luo family is the culmination of half my life's work!"
"Yuming, I'm begging you, Dad..."
The middle-aged man who had been cursing Ruan Qing'an as a bastard was now kneeling and begging for mercy. Luo Yuming found it ridiculous. He then released his grip on Ruan Qing'an and squatted down in front of Luo's father.
His smile deepened: "I won't just stand by and watch, so I did everything myself, from beginning to end."
"..."
Mr. Luo was completely stunned.
The next moment, Luo Yuming stood up and slowly stretched: "Secretary, send these two out. I've had enough of the Luo family. I'll have them prepare to withdraw."
"Alright, Miss, let's go."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing'an's leaden eyes flickered slightly. His gaze swept over Luo's father, who was crawling on the ground and already suffering from angina, and the flustered Luo Zhihong. His eyes held a complex and dark expression.
Seeing that they were about to leave, Luo Zhihong angrily roared at Ruan Qing'an, "You just watch, Ruan Qing'an!"
"If Luo Yuming can treat us like this, do you think your fate will be any better? He already hated you when you treated this bastard like a dog. You'll only suffer more than us!"
Ruan Qingan paused, his fingertips trembling.
Luo Yuming, however, did not notice and merely watched coldly.
"Call security and throw him out."
The farce finally came to an end when the father and son were left on a busy street. Luo Yuming went to deal with the aftermath, not wanting her to keep running around the office building with him.
Ruan Qing'an stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in her office, looking down at the two disheveled figures below, biting her lower lip hard.
The floor was covered with a soft carpet. Luo Yuming hadn't even left her shoes. As he said, she only needed to sit and lift her feet, or wait for him to open his arms.
Invisible shackles bound him, and the end point was beside him.
You'll only be worse off than us—
You'll only be worse off than us—
Luo Zhihong's curses continued incessantly, and the once wicked young lady turned deathly pale.
When Luo Yuming returned to his office and opened the door, the large office was empty, with no one in sight. His secretary, who should have been waiting outside, ran back with coffee.
"Chairman, you're finally back."
"Where did the person I asked you to keep an eye on go?"
The secretary was taken aback: "Miss Ruan? Wasn't Miss Ruan waiting in your office for coffee?"
Luo Yuming's face darkened completely.
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