These individuals also pulled the president of the Xia Qingtián Hēi Fěn Wěiyuánhuì (anti-fan committee) into a group to stir up trouble, pooling their ideas and not forgetting to @ the president.
[President: I don't care what you do, I'm only responsible for the money. Just don't make too big a scene.]
Xia Hónglǎng hoped that Xia Qingtián would encounter some setbacks, but he didn't want her to suffer any substantial harm.
[Understood!] Everyone assumed the president didn't want to bear criminal responsibility.
Thinking about the unscrupulous clients and conniving bosses they usually dealt with, those scumbags who were overbearing and arrogant for a few hundred yuan.
The crowd suddenly felt that the president, who was willing to pay a hundred thousand yuan to settle a score, was someone they could count on. If something happened, he would truly step up!
On the other side, Yu Línwǎn only learned that her second uncle from the Yu family had been taken away by the head of the Yu family, and Yu Yuèqiáng had also been transferred to another hospital, two days after the incident.
What made her panic was not that the head of the Yu family had intervened, but that after all this, the head of the Yu family hadn't informed her at all!
She would have preferred the head of the Yu family to scold her a few times than to be so utterly ignored.
Especially when she went to the hospital to check the records and saw that Yu Zǐxuān was the one who signed, Yu Línwǎn felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Fear and jealousy intertwined, almost grinding her to death.
Especially when she thought that that wretched Xia Qingtián hadn't died yet, she felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
She wished she could tear that wretched Xia Qingtián apart with her own hands, but remembering Gu Yàoyáng's warning, Yu Línwǎn dared not think of Xia Qingtián again at this time.
She could only pin her hopes on the president of the Xia Qingtián Hēi Fěn Wěiyuánhuì she had contacted earlier.
However, seeing that the leader of the anti-fan committee had shown no reaction for so long, Yu Línwǎn was getting anxious.
When she heard today that the leader of the anti-fan committee was going to invest a hundred thousand yuan to organize a major event next year, Yu Línwǎn finally felt at ease. In a moment of excitement, she secretly joined the group with her alias [Little Fish] and also invested a hundred thousand yuan.
Since they were going to make a scene, why not make it a big one and send that wretched Xia Qingtián off to her funeral!
After all, this account was an alias, and even if they traced the source of the funds, they wouldn't find her.
If Gu Yàoyáng wanted to blame someone, he could only blame the leader of the anti-fan committee.
Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared on Yu Línwǎn's lips.
Xia Qingtián, aren't you doomed this time?
The anti-fan group immediately erupted in a new round of carnival, shouting out the name [Little Fish], showering her with compliments that reached the heavens, and even extending New Year's greetings to [Little Fish] and the [President].
Seeing the screen filled with praise, Yu Línwǎn felt her mood improving considerably.
She was born noble and had lived her life surrounded by flattery. This was how it should be. To achieve this by spending money was easy, and Yu Línwǎn's mood improved, so she added another fifty thousand.
The people in the group's flattery grew even more intense, even overshadowing the president.
Meanwhile, Xia Hónglǎng, the president of the Xia Qingtián Hēi Fěn Wěiyuánhuì, had already logged out of his account and was busy packing red envelopes for his three children at home.
"Perhaps this year we should just give them a card," Xia Hónglǎng said. "Qingtián's red envelope has always been a bank card with 200,000 yuan. This year, the three children should also receive 200,000 yuan each."
The bank hadn't closed yet, and if the secretary handled it tomorrow, it would be quick.
"Qingtián gets 200,000, and Xia Shang is celebrating his first New Year with us, so he also gets 200,000. Qingyǔ is too young and is still studying, so she doesn't need so much money. An 8,888 yuan would be a token of our regard."
"How can that be! If Xia Shang and Qingtián both get 200,000, and she gets 8,888, any child, no matter how well-behaved, would feel uncomfortable. Don't think Qingyǔ is sensible and always makes her compromise. This is not conducive to the child's physical and mental development," Xia Hónglǎng frowned and said, "In my opinion, Xia Shang and Qingyǔ should each get 200,000, and as for Qingtián... she shouldn't get anything! If you give her too much money, she'll have more confidence to run away from home, and then she'll be even less at home!"
"That's not right. Can you lock Qingtián up forever? You should be happy that she has the ability to be independent. Other people's children still need financial support from their families after graduating from college, but Qingtián is already independent in her first year of university. You should encourage her more," Aunt Liu said.
"Encourage her to do what? If she settles down and honestly returns to Xia Group, then I'll encourage her," Xia Hónglǎng said grumpily. "Is her current job a proper job? Can she do it for a lifetime? It's a career that relies on youth. What else can I encourage her to do? What if she suffers a loss in the future?"
"If she suffers a loss, she'll come back," Aunt Liu said. "Can't you manage your children's affairs less? At least let's have a good reunion this year!"
"Alright, alright." Xia Hónglǎng didn't want to argue with Aunt Liu at this moment, so he shifted the topic back and said, "So, how should the red envelopes be packed?"
"..." Aunt Liu could only shake her head helplessly.
On the other side, after eating her fill, Xia Qingtián returned to her bedroom and lay down on her comfortable bed. She felt warm all over, and the familiar sense of security gave her the feeling that "there's no place like home."
Just then, her phone vibrated. Xia Qingtián noticed a message from mobius.
[How does it feel to be home?] Attached was a cartoon character knocking on a door with the text [Are you there?]
[I'm quite happy~ How about you? When are you going home?] Xia Qingtián asked. [You should be on vacation, right?]
[I have some work to do, so I'm not sure if I'll go back.] Mobius lowered his gaze slightly. He didn't want to return home for now.
Upon hearing this, Xia Qingtián became angry. [What a terrible capitalist! They won't even let you go home for the holidays! So annoying!]
Mobius was stunned. Looking at the text and the string of angry emoji Xia Qingtián sent, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
He guessed that the label of "terrible capitalist" would be difficult to shake off anytime soon.
[When I become rich and successful in the future, I'll poach you. Then you'll work for me, and I guarantee you won't have to work overtime on holidays, you'll have social security and housing fund, a two-day weekend, and stock options. Any extra work will get a tip!] Xia Qingtián poured out all the poaching lines she had been concocting for a long time.
"Pfft." Mobius couldn't help but laugh out loud. He lightly tapped the screen with his finger and replied, [Okay, I'll wait for you.]
Attached was a picture with the text [Thank you, boss].
Seeing mobius's reply, Xia Qingtián's eyes lit up, and she immediately felt a surge of motivation to work.
[Don't go back on your word!]
[Mm, I won't.]
Mobius looked at the screen, a smile on his lips that he himself hadn't noticed, filled with sweetness and affection.
At this moment, his phone rang. Mobius looked at the caller ID, and the smile on his lips faded in just two seconds. He answered the phone with a cold voice, "Hello."
"Yàoyáng, are you coming back this year?" A man's voice came from the other end of the line. "Everyone at home misses you."