The company had undergone earth-shattering changes in a short period, and facing such a situation, Qing Muyue found it difficult to accept.
This failure was almost a devastating blow to him.
At this moment, the phone on the desk rang again.
The man sitting in the executive chair numbly glanced at his phone.
In the past few days, his phone had barely stopped ringing, either with debt collectors or troublemakers. He had grown accustomed to it.
But as he looked up, Qing Muyue realized the caller was Qing Kangyu.
He lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at the phone, and then closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair, exhausted.
However, one phone call kept ringing, and after it automatically hung up, the caller persistently called back.
With no other choice, he sat up straight, reached for the phone on the desk, and answered, "What is it?"
After connecting the call, Qing Muyue spoke with an extremely unpleasant tone.
His reaction seemed to surprise Qing Kangyu. The man paused for a moment before saying, "Regretting it now?"
The sarcasm was obvious.
Qing Muyue's lips curved into an arc. "What exactly do you want to say?"
"Nothing much. Muyue, I know it's not easy to run a company, and your achievements today truly impress me. However, your assets are nothing compared to the Tang family. If… if you change your mind, I'll call Miss Wanxing right now. She likes you so much; I believe she'll let bygones be bygones."
Qing Kangyu was even more worried about the state of his own company.
Currently, Qing Muyue had offended Tang Nian. Tang Nian had easily destroyed Qing Muyue's hard-earned business empire with just a flick of his finger. If Tang Nian were to launch a full-scale offensive against Qing Muyue, it was likely that collateral damage would occur, and he wouldn't be able to escape.
This was Qing Kangyu's true purpose in calling today.
"No need."
Qing Muyue's tone conveyed a sense of "broken pot, broken shards" despair. "It's all over. Nothing said now has any meaning. By the way, if you have time, come and take that foolish son of yours away!"
Foolish son?
It was not difficult to guess that the "foolish son" Qing Muyue was referring to was Qiao Ziqian.
Qing Kangyu's face darkened. "He's your own brother!"
"My mother only gave birth to me; I have no brother," Qing Muyue flatly denied, unwilling to acknowledge any relationship with Qiao Ziqian.
"You...!" Qing Kangyu's head ached with anger. He slammed his hand heavily on the table. "You're just like your mother. Stubborn and opinionated. You haven't inherited a single good trait."
The person on the other end of the phone was clearly infuriated; his labored breathing could be heard through the phone.
"What, are you disappointed that you didn't inherit my fickleness?" Qing Muyue taunted without restraint.
"Qing Muyue!"
Qing Kangyu exploded in fury. "I called you out of kindness, wanting you to see reason. Look at yourself! You offended Tang Nian, and it's not just you who's suffering, but also Meng Jingwei and your two children. Moreover, even your in-laws won't escape. Don't be so self-righteously proud. Your stubbornness will only lead everyone to ruin!"
He suppressed his anger, kindly reminding Qing Muyue, wanting him to soberly recognize the current situation.
But Qing Muyue did not take the bait. Instead, he chuckled mockingly. "Thank you for your kind reminder, Mr. Qing. I thank you on behalf of Grandma."
With that, he directly hung up the phone.