Ye Fan was resting in the villa, while Chu Mengyao left to attend to her busy schedule.
In the small building outside the villa, Chu Mengyao boldly took action against Zhao Xianghua and Wang Zijian.
"Uncle Wang, we have already obtained the evidence that Zhang Daya held against you. If you don't want to go to jail, transfer your shares under my name. It's time for you to retire." Chu Mengyao went straight to the point.
In fact, Wang Zijian's misconduct was soliciting young girls, which gave Zhang Daya the opportunity to blackmail him. Chu Mengyao didn't really care whether Wang Zijian engaged in these beastly acts voluntarily or was framed by Zhang Daya; it didn't matter anymore.
The key issue now was that Chu Mengyao wanted to completely expel Wang Zijian from the company and consolidate power in her own hands.
"President, I have been a veteran of the company. I promise to reform. Please give me one more chance." Wang Zijian pleaded.
"I have already given you a choice, and I do not intend to repeat myself." Chu Mengyao asserted irresistibly.
"Fine, I'll do as you say." Wang Zijian conceded, knowing he was completely finished.
The Chu Group was founded by Chu Mengyao's grandfather. However, during its development, it absorbed new blood, which led to a portion of the shares landing in the hands of people like Wang Zijian. Chu Mengyao was determined to gather these shares, and this was an excellent opportunity she wouldn't miss.
At that moment, Chu Mengyao's phone rang. Seeing that it was Zhang Daya calling, she answered without the slightest hesitation.
At that time, Chu Mengyao was in an exceptionally good mood. Zhang Daya voluntarily relinquished his shares, which surprised her. A brief consideration revealed that this might have been Ye Fan's doing.
"Uncle Zhao, it's great news that your son is safe. Zhang Daya has already voluntarily given up his shares, and now it's up to you what to choose." Chu Mengyao directed her attention towards Zhao Xianghua.
Initially, it was impossible for Chu Mengyao to make Zhao Xianghua yield. However, with Zhang Daya's defeat, it was an evident signal. If she could seize the shares from Zhao Xianghua in one fell swoop, no one in her company could stir up trouble anymore.
A shadow fell over Zhao Xianghua's face; he had no other choice. Turning to Zhang Daya had already wronged Chu Mengyao in the past, and now, with Ye Fan—a mysterious man—by her side, even Zhang Daya and the Poisonous Spider were left without a fight. How could he dare say no?
"I will transfer the shares under the president's name as soon as possible," Zhao Xianghua said weakly, no longer hoping for much as long as his son was safe. That was more important than anything else.
Zhao Xianghua and Wang Zijian left, their heads hung low, no longer showing the haughty demeanors of business moguls.
"Congratulations, Miss. Mr. Ye is like a divine gift to you." Xu Fu said, grinning ear to ear. He still felt as if he were dreaming. Just as Chu Group was about to collapse and change ownership, Ye Fan appeared from nowhere, resolving all the challenges in such a short time and removing all the instability factors within Chu Group. Such prowess was truly astonishing.
Chu Mengyao became busy again, making calls one after another. The company's relevant responsible personnel worked overtime throughout the night, and the transfer of shares was quickly completed.
"Miss, even though the current crisis is resolved, caution is still necessary. The retaliation from the Poisonous Spider should not be underestimated," Xu Fu expressed his ongoing concerns.
"I know," Chu Mengyao fully understood the impending threat.
By the time it reached one in the morning, Chu Mengyao finally entered the villa.
At that moment, Ye Fan was sitting absentmindedly on the sofa, lost in his thoughts.
"Why aren't you resting yet?" Chu Mengyao asked with concern.
During this period, she had been under constant mental stress and felt utterly helpless. Ye Fan's presence dispelled the gloom in her heart, significantly lifting her spirits, and her gratitude towards Ye Fan was immeasurable.
"I will rest soon. You should go to bed early; don't worry about me," Ye Fan replied kindly.
"Tomorrow, I'll take you to buy some clothes. Good night." Chu Mengyao headed towards her room on the second floor of the villa.
"Hmm."
Ye Fan agreed, without resistance. Since setting foot in Huaxia Country, he had abandoned everything he had before. He wanted to start anew and forget his previous identity.
The place where he met Chu Mengyao, according to his vague memories, was his home. However, time had changed so much. After going abroad with his parents at the age of seven, they were brutally murdered, and he was taken to a cold training base. He hadn't returned home for seventeen years, and by now, his former home was unrecognizable, with no hint of familiarity left.
He vaguely remembered that his father had a younger brother, though he couldn't recall the name. However, he did remember that his uncle had a daughter, his cousin, and he still recalled fragments of his childhood.
In the outside world and even on the international stage, he had a title that struck fear into people's hearts: the Terminator.
But who could understand the coldness deep in his soul?
He had endured within the organization for seventeen years just to get one chance to avenge his parents and eliminate all those who murdered his parents and destroyed his home. He achieved his goal, but at a painful cost.
He still vividly remembered the scene of his parents taking him to play by the seaside. Back then, he was only in elementary school, but the sudden threat of death shattered his happy family, leaving him bereft of everything.
Recalling the heart-wrenching moments, hot tears rolled down the corners of Ye Fan's eyes.
That night, Ye Fan sat on the sofa, sleepless, contemplating his path forward. He indeed had no place to go, and Chu Mengyao's villa provided him a comforting refuge. Moreover, beneath Chu Mengyao's seemingly cold expression lay a caring concern for him, which gave him a sense of warmth.
He despised killing, so he spared A San and his six accomplices, merely incapacitating them.
He did not want to see ruthless slaughter unfold before his eyes, so when he sensed that Chu Mengyao was ambushed by a sniper, he stepped forward.
That night, Chu Mengyao slept very well, in sweet contentment, freed from her mental burdens, finally enjoying a restful sleep.
At seven in the morning, Chu Mengyao awoke. The first instant she opened her eyes, the only picture in her mind was Ye Fan.
"Am I dreaming?"
Chu Mengyao shook her head, wearing her nightdress and bare feet, quickly getting out of bed. She rushed to the first floor of the villa, pushed open Ye Fan's door, and found nobody on the bed. She approached and touched it, finding it cold, with no trace of anyone having slept there.
She feared she was dreaming yesterday. Her first thought upon waking was to ensure it wasn't a dream.
But the results seemed to confirm she was dreaming.
Her actions were silly, but she didn't know it.
"If it's a dream, don't let me wake up—wouldn't that be wonderful?" Chu Mengyao murmured softly, leaving the room disappointed, scanning the hall, and still finding no one. Her last strand of hope shattered, leaving her deeply disheartened.
"So it really was a dream." The reality of the dream's vividness struck her, leaving her flabbergasted.