Chapter 108: Shen Corporation Now Belongs to Gu

Shen Yanhui toyed with Gu Yan's hand and replied nonchalantly, "Please, go ahead."

The old Master Shen's hand tightened around his cane.

"Those matters regarding your third uncle, do you think I don't know about them?" His voice was heavy. "I turned a blind eye because I wanted to save you some face. Shen Family matters should be resolved behind closed doors; taking them before outsiders only makes the Shen Family lose face."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Gu Yan.

"You brought her here today and made your third uncle lose face in public; do you think that was appropriate?"

Shen Yanhui's expression did not change.

"As for those matters of the third uncle, you have turned a blind eye for thirty years. I don't have your level of tolerance."

The old Master Shen's complexion darkened.

He continued, "It's not that you couldn't manage it; it's that you didn't want to."

"You—"

"Those three hundred million for Maoyuan came from the old mansion's accounts. You signed for it."

The old Master Shen's hand froze.

The hall was silent for several seconds.

The old Master Shen stared at him, a hint of wariness appearing in his gaze.

"You coming here today," he said slowly, "isn't just to bring her for me to see, is it?"

Shen Yanhui did not answer.

He took the first document from Chang Su's hand and placed it on the tea table beside the old master.

Equity Donation Agreement.

All shares of Shen Group under Shen Yanhui's name, totaling 24.7%, were to be transferred entirely to Gu Yan's name.

The old Master Shen looked down at it, and his complexion changed abruptly.

Gu Yan was also stunned; she had never heard him mention these things and was very surprised.

Shen Yanhui took two Marriage Certificates out from his suit's inner pocket—red covers with gold lettering. He opened them to reveal two photos side-by-side, stamped below with the steel seal of the Jingzhou Civil Affairs Bureau.

The date was two months ago.

At that time, Shen Yanhui was still avoiding the heat in the mountains, and the old mansion was still calculating how to invite him back, calculating which family's marriage alliance could bind him.

He had already registered the marriage.

Shen Yanhui took out a second document.

Marital Property Agreement.

He flipped to the last page to show Gu Yan's signature; the date was the same as the one on the Marriage Certificate.

"The equity donation," he said in a flat tone, "is a marital property agreement. It requires no notarization and no third party. Since she signed it, it is legal."

He looked at the old master: "Is there anything else you would like to ask?"

The old Master Shen's hand trembled.

He looked at Gu Yan.

She was sitting in that Head of Household Armchair, looking down at the Marriage Certificate as if confirming whether the photo was actually her.

"You signed it?" the old master asked her.

Gu Yan looked up and blinked.

She truly did not remember signing any agreement, but if Shen Yanhui said she signed it, then she probably did.

"Mm." She nodded, looking completely calm.

The old Master Shen looked at her matter-of-fact demeanor, and a breath of air became trapped in his chest.

His face was beyond description—a grayish-blue, filled with an unbelievable, furious rage.

The hand the old Master Shen used to grip his cane shook violently.

"You, you are insane..." his voice trembled, "That belongs to the Shen Family... do you think you can break away from the Shen Family this way?"

Shen Yanhui did not respond.

He only whispered in Gu Yan's ear: "Are you thirsty?"

Gu Yan was startled for a moment and shook her head.

He said "Mm" and straightened up.

The old Master Shen's complexion grew even worse: "I am talking to you!"

"I heard you," Shen Yanhui said in a flat tone. "Please continue."

The old Master Shen was so angered by his attitude that his chest heaved violently.

He stood up abruptly and slammed his cane hard against the floor.

"Shen Yanhui! Do you think you can turn the world upside down with that little bit of equity? The Shen Family has stood for a hundred years; you know where its foundation lies! The business world, the political world, connections... can you, by yourself, withstand the entire Shen Family's counterattack?"

Shen Yanhui looked at him, still nonchalant: "Are you finished?"

The old Master Shen choked.

"Then I will speak about the second matter." Shen Yanhui took another thick stack of documents from Chang Su's hand.

"Three years ago, I established a holding company overseas. Over the past three years, this company has used the secondary market, private equity funds, and negotiated transfers to acquire 31.2% of Shen Group's equity."

The old Master Shen's complexion changed completely.

"Adding in the portion transferred from my name, the largest shareholder of Shen Group is currently the company under my name."

Not the Shen Family.

It is him.

"The foundation you spoke of," Shen Yanhui paused, "connections, the business world, the political world... those require money to maintain. After the board of directors is reshuffled, the flow of every single cent must be signed off on by the largest shareholder."

He looked at the old master, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at an old object.

"Tell me, when that time comes, will the Shen Family strike back at me, or will I be the one holding the Shen Family's life in my hands?"

Old Master Shen's hand trembled so much he could barely hold his cane.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but not a single word could come out.

Gu Yan sat in her chair and blinked.

She understood.

The Shen Corporation... now belonged to Shen Yanhui.

No, strictly speaking, it belonged to her.

Because those shares had just been transferred into her name.

Old Master Shen looked as if his strength had been drained; he slowly sat back into his chair, and his cane fell to the floor with a dull thud.

"When did you... start setting this trap?"

"When you sent me overseas for training."

Old Master Shen closed his eyes.

He had thought he was banishing this wolf from the territory, never expecting he had sent him away to sharpen his fangs.

"Grandfather," Shen Yanhui suddenly spoke.

He turned around and looked at the old man.

"You are getting on in years," he said in a calm tone, "the winters in the north are too cold; it would be better to go south for recuperation. I have a courtyard in Qiongzhou, by the sea, where the climate is suitable. I will have someone take you there tomorrow."

Old Master Shen opened his eyes and looked at him.

There was no longer any anger in that gaze, or rather, anger was useless.

"Are you... sending me away?"

"Sending you to retire," Shen Yanhui said.

Old Master Shen stared at him for a long time: "Good, very good."

He braced himself against the chair's armrests and slowly stood up. His body swayed, and he clutched his chest with one hand, his face deathly pale.

Gu Yan sat up straight abruptly: "Shen Yanhui..."

Shen Yanhui pressed down on her shoulder.

"It's nothing," he said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

The door was pushed open, and two people in white coats carrying medical kits walked in quickly. The doctors had been waiting in the adjacent room.

They went straight to Old Master Shen, efficiently beginning to examine him, administer medicine, and calm him down.

Old Master Shen was helped to lie down; his breathing was rapid, but his eyes remained fixed on Shen Yanhui.

Shen Yanhui stood where he was, not moving.

He watched those people busy themselves, watched the old man being lifted onto a stretcher, and watched the stretcher being carried out of Chengze Hall.

From beginning to end, he did not take a single step forward.

Gu Yan sat in her chair, watching him.

His profile was calm, revealing no emotion, but the hand hanging at his side slowly clenched tight.

She stood up, walked to his side, and tucked her hand into his palm.

He looked down at her.

"Let's go," she said.

He didn't speak, only gripped her hand tighter.