Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 179; Making the first step (I)

She pulled out her phone and began making notes, her mind already moving three steps ahead.

The Chen company meeting tomorrow would be crucial, establishing her authority, making it clear that she wasn’t someone to be challenged or dismissed lightly.

She’d need to research each shareholder, understand their positions, and anticipate their objections.

But first, she needed to survive whatever response Lu Zeyan’s board would mount.

Because she had no illusions about what was coming.

Walking in and claiming executive authority wouldn’t go unopposed.

The directors, the other executives, the shareholders, they’d all see her as a threat, an outsider who’d somehow leveraged her way into their protected circle through means they didn’t fully understand.

They’d attack.

They will definitely become defensive..

And she needed to be ready with an overwhelming force.

The afternoon sun dipped lower, gilding the skyline in the final, fiery light of dusk. In the quiet office, a new equilibrium had settled. The children, absorbed in a story and snacks, formed a peaceful island near the windows. Tank, Blade, and Razor maintained their vigilant, relaxed posts, a living barrier between this nascent sanctuary and the world outside.

Lin Shuyin sat at the heart of it all, behind the imposing desk that was now hers. Her fingers, which had so recently been curled into a weapon, now tapped silently against the polished wood, mapping strategies only she could see. The day’s first battle was decisively won. Lu Zeyan had been measured, found wanting, and dismissed, both from her office and from any position of power over her future.

Yet the silence felt pregnant, not peaceful. It was the lull after the first volley. She had thrown a stone into the stagnant pond of corporate machinations, and the ripples were still spreading.

Boardrooms would be buzzing, phones lighting up with frantic calls. Alliances would be tested, and plans hastily redrawn, all because of the woman who had walked out of prison and straight into their fortress.

She looked from the cityscape to the children, then to the women who had followed her from darkness into this gilded light. Their presence transformed the sterile executive space into something resembling a war room and a hearth, both at once. This was her foundation. Not the title, not the desk, but the loyalty at her back and the future she protected at her side.

The credentials would arrive. The meetings would be called. The battles would multiply. But as the last of the sunlight caught the faint, shimmering ripple across her knuckles, a fleeting, otherworldly reminder of the pact and the power thrumming beneath her skin, Lin Shuyin knew she was ready.

The game had indeed begun. And she had already changed all the rules.

With a final, sweeping glance at her domain, at the careful chaos she had orchestrated and the quiet order she was building within it, she turned to her computer screen, the glow illuminating a face set with determined calm. The first day was ending. The real work was about to start.

— — — — —

Lu Zeyan had barely made it back to his office before his phone exploded with calls.

Director Chen from Finance, three missed calls in five minutes.

Director Wang from Operations, two voicemails already.

Director Liu from Human Resources sent a text message demanding an immediate explanation.

Three board members, two major shareholders, and his executive assistant were frantically trying to coordinate responses to the flood of inquiries that were coming in from every level of the company.

And his father.

Lu Zeyan stared at his father’s name on the screen, his stomach twisting with dread so intense it was almost physical.

Now he didn’t know why his Uncle would say about all this! He was in a total fix...

Should he get rid of her?

He let most of it all go to voicemail.

But the respite was temporary, lasting maybe thirty seconds before his office phone rang, the direct line that only family used, the one that bypassed his assistant and rang straight through to his desk.

He picked up with resignation, closing his eyes briefly before speaking.

"Father."

"What the hell is happening down there?" Lu Cheng’s voice was sharp with authority and barely contained displeasure.

"I’ve had three calls in the last fifteen minutes about Lin Shuyin being given executive authority in your branch. Tell me that’s incorrect information."

"It’s... complicated," Lu Zeyan said weakly, hating how pathetic he sounded.

"Uncomplicate it. Now."

Lu Zeyan took a breath, marshaling his thoughts, trying to find words that would explain without revealing just how comprehensively he’d been outmaneuvered.

"She has leverage," he said finally.

"Information about certain... business practices. Financial irregularities, questionable deals, arrangements that wouldn’t stand up to serious scrutiny. She threatened to go public with everything if I didn’t accommodate her demands."

Silence on the other end.

The kind of silence that was somehow worse than yelling.

Then, quietly, with dangerous calm: "What kind of information are you talking of, specifically?"

"The kind that would trigger criminal investigations if it became public," Lu Zeyan admitted.

"The kind that would destroy not just careers but potentially lead to prison time for multiple executives. Including..." He swallowed hard. "Including potentially you and me, Father."

More silence, heavier this time, weighted with implications.

"I see," Lu Cheng said finally, his voice carefully neutral in that way that meant he was furious but controlling it through sheer force of will.

"And you gave her executive access to prevent exposure."

"I didn’t have a choice!" Lu Zeyan’s control cracked slightly, frustration bleeding through.

"Father, she has everything. Details, dates, amounts, and account numbers. She knows about the Hangzhou development deal, the pharmaceutical bribes, and the construction fraud. She could destroy us all with a single phone call to the authorities!"

"You always have a choice, I didn’t think I had such a wimp of a son" his father corrected coldly, each word precise as a surgical cut.

"You just chose the path of least immediate resistance without considering long-term consequences. That’s always been your weakness, Zeyan. Short-term thinking. Tactical instead of strategic."