After finally comforting Aunt Liu and telling her not to worry, Xia Qingtian went straight to Xia Honglang's study.
In the study, Xia Honglang was frowning, staring at the perplexing data.
In the past, although these people had been excessive, they had at least been cautious due to his reputation, and he had mostly turned a blind eye.
Now, they couldn't even be bothered to pretend. They were openly showing their fangs, eager to swallow Xia's Corporation whole.
"Aren't they afraid of choking to death!" Xia Honglang fumed, hitting the desk and saying coldly.
"Choking whom?" Xia Qingtian approached Xia Honglang with a smile and asked, "Who upset you?"
"Who else!" Xia Honglang raised his hand to rub his temples, while tapping the files on the desk with the other.
Xia Qingtian was also a member of the board of directors and would be attending the board meeting next week. She would have to know about these matters sooner or later.
Knowing sooner would allow for earlier planning.
He had originally intended to let Xia Qingtian rest today and only inform her after her hospital check-up tomorrow, provided there were no major issues.
Since Xia Qingtian had already seen them, he had no intention of hiding anything. "They are all ambitious and have wicked intentions!"
"Good heavens!" Xia Qingtian had already known these directors were not good people when she completed her system tasks. Now, seeing these things laid out before her, she didn't even know where to start complaining.
"They keep saying I'm monopolizing Xia's Corporation, that I'm preparing to pass it down to you and want to drive all of them old folks out. But look at what these old guys are doing! Are they even acting human!" Xia Honglang trembled with anger.
"Dad, I actually think they're not entirely wrong," Xia Qingtian said, placing the files back on the desk and smiling at Xia Honglang. "It's about time these old guys are kicked out, isn't it?"
"You mean..." Xia Honglang looked at Xia Qingtian, his gaze shifting slightly. "You... what do you plan to do?"
Xia Honglang, being a seasoned veteran of the business world for many years, was unwilling to think of human nature as utterly despicable, but that didn't mean he lacked basic coping abilities.
The actions of these directors were disgusting and had chilled him to the bone. While he was hurt, he still had to make the necessary decisions.
Upon hearing Xia Qingtian's words, Xia Honglang quickly recovered from his sadness and looked at her with a calm gaze.
He had initially thought that by enduring for a while, there would be peace, and by taking a step back, he would find a wider world.
But in reality?
If he truly acted according to the wishes of these jackals and tigers, his tolerance today would lead to the ruin of his family, and his retreat tomorrow would be an eternal damnation!
This Xia's Corporation was built by Xia Honglang from nothing. Since they called him a tyrannical emperor, what was wrong with him acting as one?
Father and daughter exchanged a look and instantly understood each other's ambitions.
The subsequent conversation went much smoother.
With everything prepared, they were now waiting for next week's board meeting, which would be a true battle.
Meanwhile, after Song Junhan left the research lab, he found it difficult to shake the image of Xi Fu from his mind.
Her every smile and frown were captivating, like the most beautiful decorative painting.
The well-tailored suit pants suddenly felt uncomfortably tight.
Clearing his throat, Song Junhan shifted his posture and subtly made a slight adjustment.
"Mr. Song," the driver in the front said, "Shall we head back to the company or..."
"Back to the company," Song Junhan paused and said, "Actually, let's go home."
He wanted to find someone to help him resolve this restlessness.
"Understood." The driver replied.
The desire in Song Junhan's eyes deepened, and his throat felt dry and unbearable. He casually glanced to the side and saw a huge commercial billboard for the fashion brand endorsed by Xia Qingtian.
At that single glance, Song Junhan felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.
This was not the time for him to relax.
Once he climbed to a high enough position, not only Xi Fu, but he also wanted that slut Xia Qingtian to kneel and serve him!
Thinking of this, the desire in Song Junhan's eyes intensified, and a distinct bulge appeared in the fabric of his pants. Song Junhan said, "Stop here for a moment."
"Understood." The driver replied and immediately found a nearby parking lot to park the car steadily.
"Go get me every bottle of cold drink," Song Junhan paused, trying to cover his tracks, "I have an important conference call to make. You... come back in fifteen minutes."
"Yes." The driver got out of the car swiftly and closed the door.
After the driver left, Song Junhan unzipped his suit pants and reached for the tissues next to him...
Fifteen minutes later.
The driver returned to the car and gently knocked on the window, wanting to know if Song Junhan's conference call had ended.
Song Junhan had already put his pants back on and replied, "It's done."
The driver got back into the car. As soon as he sat in the driver's seat, he smelled a strange odor, his expression changing slightly, but he said nothing.
As a driver, he knew very well what could be said and what couldn't.
However, the feeling of disgust in his heart did not diminish.
As the driver drove along the road, Song Junhan rolled down the window, pretending to let in some fresh air, and casually threw a suspicious paper ball out of the car window.
The driver caught sight of this, his expression unchanged, but his heart felt increasingly strange and disdainful, even feeling as though the car had become dirty.
He should find an opportunity to wash the car tonight.
Disgusting.
"Head to Gu's Entertainment," Song Junhan said.
"Not going back?" The driver asked reflexively, surprised.
"Not going back, I have urgent work," Song Junhan said casually, taking out his phone.
"Yes."
"Also," Song Junhan paused and added, "Ask the secretary to book me a tutor for Nordic languages. I want to learn a foreign language."
Since he intended to pursue Xi Fu, he naturally had to put in the effort to learn.
"Ah? Oh, okay." The driver replied and turned at the intersection ahead.
When Song Junhan arrived at Gu's Entertainment, Gu Yaoyang had just finished a meeting.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a wave of fatigue.
"Mr. Gu, Mr. Song is here and wants to see you," Assistant Lin said in a low voice, approaching Gu Yaoyang. "He didn't have an appointment, and he seems quite arrogant."
"Who? Which Mr. Song?" Gu Yaoyang asked Assistant Lin.
"It's that Mr. Song from Wanyuan Entertainment," Assistant Lin explained. "After Wanyuan Entertainment had some issues, it was renamed Junlin Entertainment."
"Heh," Gu Yaoyang sneered. "They change their names quite often."
Assistant Lin also smiled faintly, waiting for Gu Yaoyang's decision.
"Since he doesn't have an appointment, let him wait," Gu Yaoyang said. "Anything else?"
"Yes." Assistant Lin replied, his expression turning serious. "There's a young lady who claims to be the author of 'A Lonely City in My Dreams,' and she wishes to meet with you. She's downstairs."
"Please bring her up," Gu Yaoyang said, immediately sitting up straight. This was someone he definitely had to meet.