Chapter 70: Is the True Objective Actually?

Lin Yeman's gaze fell upon Yang Lan's intimate arm-linking gesture, and her eyes dimmed for a moment.

The sour, bitter feeling rising in her heart grew stronger with each passing moment.

She moved her dry throat and clenched her fists tightly under the table again and again.

Finally, she managed to force a smile at Yang Lan: "Big Sister, are you trying to make me eat you two's dog food all by myself?"

"I pushed aside all my work at the company just to accompany you on this blind date, and I don't know how much scolding I'll get behind my back. Sigh, I didn't expect Big Sister to value romance over her own sister."

For the last four words, Lin Yeman deliberately used the coquettish, spoiled tone she always used.

Sure enough.

A rare trace of hesitation appeared in Yang Lan's firm expression.

Seeing this, Yang Shuqin seized the opportunity to step between Shen Huai and Yang Lan, smiling as she took Yang Lan's hand: "How about this, Lanlan, I know where Huai'er is staying, I'll take you there."

"But, isn't Shen Huai coming with me?" Yang Lan was still somewhat reluctant.

"……Shen Huai, Shen Huai he……"

Yang Shuqin was at a loss for words for a moment, then rolled her eyes and prevaricated, "Oh, right, Uncle Shen still has matters to discuss with Shen Huai; he probably can't go with you."

After saying this, Yang Shuqin glared fiercely at Shen Zhiyuan.

Shen Zhiyuan immediately understood and hurriedly chimed in: "Yes, yes, yes, Uncle Shen has something very important that he must talk to Shen Huai about right now, immediately!"

As his voice fell, Shen Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and tilted his chin toward Shen Huai: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come to the study with me!"

"Oh, coming."

Shen Huai naturally knew that his parents were helping him out of a tight spot.

He quietly cast a grateful look at his mother, Yang Shuqin, then bowed slightly to Yang Huo: "Uncle Yang, please forgive the poor hospitality, I'll see you in a bit."

Watching this clumsy drama directed and acted by the Shen Family, Yang Huo almost rolled his eyes to the heavens.

But his own darling daughter was dead set on dating this son of the Shen Family, and no amount of persuasion worked.

What a disaster! Yang Huo waved his hand helplessly, and for now, he could only let them be.

Shen Huai breathed a secret sigh of relief, hurriedly stepped forward to catch up with Shen Zhiyuan, and escaped this Hongmen Banquet that was taking an increasingly bizarre turn.

"Bang—"

Shen Huai had just stepped into the study.

The heavy solid wood door automatically rebounded and locked.

Far away from the noisy Yang Lan and the Onmyoji Lin Yeman.

Shen Huai's vigilance, however, did not relax in the slightest.

Instead, with the sound of the study door closing, it suddenly heightened a few notches.

At this moment.

Shen Zhiyuan had his back to Shen Huai, his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was looking at.

The next moment.

Shen Huai heard a heavy sigh from in front of him, and Shen Zhiyuan turned around, his expression having completely changed from the drunkard in the banquet hall.

"How can you not even handle a girl?" Shen Zhiyuan went straight to the point, his tone clearly somewhat dissatisfied.

Behind closed doors, there was naturally no need to beat around the bush when lecturing his son.

"……Do you want me to handle it, or do you not want me to handle it? Father might as well speak plainly."

Seeing Shen Zhiyuan drop his disguise, Shen Huai also laid his cards on the table.

"Isn't that a rhetorical question? The Yang Family's influence overseas is growing by the day, and their return to China is only a matter of time."

"Although your Uncle Yang and I have always had deep strategic cooperation in business, I have taught you many times: there are no permanent friends in this world, only permanent interests!"

"If you want to ensure the Yang Family never betrays us, the best way is to always keep their Achilles' heel in your hands."

"I went to great lengths to arrange this blind date for you, not for you to actually fall in love with them."

"Hurry up, get the Yang Family's daughter settled as soon as possible; it would be best to make it a done deal, and I'll handle the rest."

When Shen Zhiyuan said these words, his tone was extremely calm, even carrying a hint of impatience and urgency.

Looking at Shen Zhiyuan's face, the disgust in Shen Huai's heart reached its peak.

This was why he would rather be a wanderer outside than return home.

Extreme conceit and arrogance.

He belittled love, ignored friendship, and disregarded family affection. In his eyes, there was only himself.

And the Shen Corporation, which he considered to be entirely his own.

Listening to Shen Zhiyuan say these things so calmly, even with a hint of urgency.

A wave of nausea suddenly surged in Shen Huai's stomach.

"Shen Zhiyuan, what do you take me for?"

Shen Huai suppressed the anger in his heart and gritted his teeth: "I only came this time for my mother's sake."

"Who do you think you are? Don't put on that high-and-mighty Chairman act in front of me, I'm not buying it!"

"Other than sharing the same surname, you and I are two completely different kinds of people!"

Behind closed doors.

Shen Huai no longer needed to worry about the Shen Family's reputation; not only did he call him by his full name, but he pointed at the tip of Shen Zhiyuan's nose and cursed him out.

"What did you call me? I think you've really lost your mind, daring to call your own father by his name?"

Shen Zhiyuan was trembling with rage; he grabbed a bottle of fountain pen ink from the study desk and threw it viciously at Shen Huai.

"Clang—"

Shen Huai instinctively closed his eyes.

The next instant.

Shen Huai only felt a dull pain in his abdomen.

Opening his eyes, he discovered that the ink had left a sharp, clear stain on his clothes and trousers.

The empty ink bottle rolled a few times on the carpet before finally coming to rest at the feet of Shen Zhiyuan.

Looking at his soiled clothes.

Shen Huai raised his eyes to look at Shen Zhiyuan and sneered, "Many thanks for the fatherly love you've bestowed upon me."

"You are simply... a rotten piece of wood that cannot be carved!"

In truth, the moment the ink bottle was thrown, Shen Zhiyuan regretted it.

But with his explosive temper, once he lost his head, it was not easy to calm down.

Especially at this moment, with Yang Shuqin not by his side, his temper was even more like a wild horse off its leash.

With just a little provocation from Shen Huai, he could not help but want to flare up.

"Have you vented enough? If there's nothing else, I'm leaving; Yang Huo's two daughters are still waiting for me."

Shen Huai said coldly, turning to grip the study door handle.

"... Wait a moment."

Shen Zhiyuan took a deep breath, relaxed his tightly clenched molars, and spoke again: "I heard from your mother that you secretly found a job for yourself?"

"Is there a problem with that?" Shen Huai turned his head, looking at Shen Zhiyuan with indifferent, level eyes.

"Of course there's a problem!"

Shen Zhiyuan shouted angrily: "I let you do whatever you want when you're out there causing trouble, but don't forget, no matter how much you deny it, you cannot change the fact that I am your father!"

"I just don't get it; other people's children are desperate for their fathers to hand over the company to them sooner, and you? You've gone so far as to want to sever our father-son relationship just to keep me from handing the group over to you!"

"The things you possess now are things others might not reach in several lifetimes, and yet you turn your nose up at them?"

"Shen Huai, has your brain gone bad?"

Shen Zhiyuan's voice grew higher with every word, while Shen Huai's expression became increasingly heavy.

Seeing Shen Huai remain silent.

Shen Zhiyuan cursed even more vigorously: "Hurry up and quit that bullshit job of yours, do you hear me?"

"Going to be a turncoat for another company—if people find out about this, where will your old man put his face!"

Upon hearing this.

Shen Huai's temple could not help but twitch for a moment.

He quietly gripped the door handle tighter, and with a "click," turned the lock.

"As for your face, put it wherever you like; just don't put it on me, I can't afford to carry it."

Shen Huai left this sentence behind without looking back, then strode out of the study.

(End of chapter)