Chapter 127: No Explanation

Hearing this, Feng Yuanyuan's smile disappeared, because this meant the Qinling Group could almost achieve actual control over the Zhang Clan.

However, considering that Zhang Yuru's shares were only in a custody state, Feng Yuanyuan felt a little relieved again.

Because she and the Long family still had a chance to surpass the Qinling Group in shares, Feng Yuanyuan felt very unwilling that she failed to obtain those shares from Zhang Yuru.

When Zhang Yuru informed her, "I came here this time just to tell you that I will be back, to take back control of the Zhang Group."

After that, she turned and left.

Watching Zhang Yuru's departing back, Feng Yuanyuan revealed a triumphant smile, firmly believing in her heart that Zhang Yuru wanting to take back the Zhang Group alone was simply wishful thinking.

However, after a second thought, Feng Yuanyuan dialed Zhang Yuru's phone: "Did you record it just now? Video is also fine; I'm not afraid of you making our conversation public.

At worst, it's a lawsuit; even if you win, I can countersue you. Now your financial resources are far inferior to mine, and I can drag you down even if I drag you."

After speaking, Feng Yuanyuan boarded the car that originally belonged to Zhang Yuru and ordered the driver to go to the hospital.

On the other side, Zhang Yuru put away her phone and smiled at herself self-mockingly.

She really didn't record or video, but she didn't regret it, because she was determined to take back the Zhang Group in an upright manner.

As for the divorce from Lin Yu, Zhang Yuru was full of regret in her heart.

However, thinking of what Lin Yu said this morning, hope ignited in her heart again; perhaps they could start over.

Meanwhile, in the Jubao Pavilion of Miao Street, Lin Yu stood by the bed, sweating profusely.

Han Feifei on the bed had a flushed face and was also sweating profusely, but said with a satisfied expression: "Xiao Yu's craftsmanship is getting better and better; I almost couldn't hold it back."

Lin Yu responded awkwardly: "Sister Feifei, don't say that; this is just massage; I have tried my best to control the strength."

Seeing that it was noon, remembering that he had promised to deliver meals to Zhang Yuru, he bid farewell to Han Feifei and headed to Zhang Yuru's residence.

When Lin Yu arrived downstairs at Zhang Yuru's place with the lunch box, he happened to see Zhang Yuru being pestered by Long Yiqing.

Long Yiqing said urgently: "Zhang Yuru, marry me! This way you can become a member of the Long family and take back the Zhang Group."

He believed that the current Zhang Yuru would definitely agree to his marriage proposal in order to take back the company.

But Zhang Yuru firmly refused him: "I want to take back my Zhang Group uprightly with my own ability."

Zhang Yuru, who had once founded the Zhang Group single-handedly, did not approve of relying on family power.

Lin Yu watched the scene from afar; at this time, a Rong Sect disciple approached him quietly and handed over a mobile phone.

"Pavilion Master, when we were tracking President Zhang, we secretly filmed this." Although Zhang Yuru didn't record video or audio, the Rong Sect disciple protecting her recorded everything.

Lin Yu glanced at Zhang Yuru and Long Yiqing in the distance, then turned to the phone screen.

Only then did Lin Yu understand why Zhang Yuru divorced him back then; it turned out that Feng Yuanyuan was instigating it behind the scenes.

After watching the video, Lin Yu instructed calmly: "Well done, keep this video properly and send it to your sect leader."

The disciple responded and left.

Lin Yu had considered making the video public immediately, but he knew that doing so would only alert the enemy. He planned to use this video as a sharp weapon at a critical moment.

Moreover, all the products of the Zhang Clan were actually derived from the youth-preserving formula he had privately given to Zhang Yuru years ago.

He had never told Zhang Yuru about this from beginning to end, and he didn't intend to reveal it now.

At this time, Lin Yu stood in the corner, quietly listening to the conversation between Zhang Yuru and Long Yiqing.

"I respect your decision; if you need any help in the future, come to me anytime."

"No need, there will be no result between us, because you are not the person I want." Long Yiqing was deeply hit by Zhang Yuru's words.

Due to his inaction over the past year, the family had begun to marginalize him.

However, he refused the opportunity to be a low-level official in

So he said to Zhang Yuru, "If you want to start over, I have some money here..."

"No need." Zhang Yuru refused decisively, "I won't use a single cent of your money."

Hearing this, Long Yiqing said "Alright" helplessly, then left in disappointment.

Seeing this scene, an indescribable joy welled up in Lin Yu's heart.

After Zhang Yuru entered the elevator, he muttered softly, "Silly woman."

Returning home, Zhang Yuru looked at her small apartment, feeling lost about how to get back on her feet in the future.

The bank cards and credit cards in her possession had been frozen, and her credit limits had been drastically reduced.

Thus, she lay lazily on the sofa, picking up her phone but not knowing what to do.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door; Zhang Yuru was inexplicably excited and opened the door full of anticipation.

Seeing it was Lin Yu, Zhang Yuru smiled unconsciously and said, "You're here."

Lin Yu nodded, entered the room, opened the food containers, and set out plates of exquisite dishes, saying, "Eat slowly, I'll tidy up the place."

Just as Zhang Yuru was about to pick up her chopsticks, she asked seemingly casually, "Lin Yu, shall we remarry?"

Lin Yu's footsteps suddenly stopped; he turned back to look at Zhang Yuru gently and shook his head.

A bitter smile hung on the corner of Zhang Yuru's mouth, and she thought to herself self-deprecatingly: It was she who first proposed the divorce, and now it was she who wanted to reconcile.

This situation was like having done something one shouldn't have, yet still wanting others to look at one differently.

"It's okay, I was just asking..." Zhang Yuru did not blame Lin Yu for his refusal; she looked at the delicious dishes before her and forced herself to eat.

Watching Zhang Yuru's lonely back, Lin Yu knew clearly that those who had used despicable means like burning down Miao Street might become even more unscrupulous next.

He could not let Zhang Yuru fall into danger, so he decided not to deliver meals to her personally starting tomorrow: "From tomorrow on, I will arrange for someone else to deliver them."

Hearing this, the chopsticks in Zhang Yuru's hand paused for a moment, and the food that had just been fragrant instantly became tasteless.

But she still asked in a relaxed tone, "Are you particularly busy lately?"

"Yes." Lin Yu answered briefly, without explaining the reason.

The years of tacit understanding between the two meant they didn't need to say much.

Then, Zhang Yuru took the initiative to change the subject: "I plan to start a business again, giving up the cosmetics industry and turning to medical aesthetics."

She took out a certificate and said proudly, "Over the past few years, I took the time to obtain a Special Grade Beautician qualification certificate; I didn't expect it would actually come in handy."

Lin Yu listened silently without saying much, just carefully tidying up the room.

Until two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Yu prepared to leave.

Zhang Yuru could no longer suppress her inner reluctance, rushing into Lin Yu's arms and acting spoiled: "Can you not go?"

Although Lin Yu also hoped to stay, he knew that was impossible, because danger awaited him ahead.