Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 194; Executive meeting 11

"Semantically, yes. Practically, no," Shuyin admitted, her smile widening. "But it sounds more professional my way."

Ting Fei, who’d been working quietly at the conference table while monitoring his phone, looked up. "Mr. Lu has been calling. Multiple times. Should I connect with you?"

Shuyin glanced at the time, nearly 3:00 PM. They’d been at the company for hours, and the children were probably getting tired. Chen Xiao was definitely starting to droop against Yuyan’s side.

"Not yet," she decided. "Let him wait a little longer. We should head home soon anyway. The children need a proper dinner and rest, and I need to prepare for tomorrow’s Chen company shareholder meeting."

She stood, stretching slightly. The adrenaline from the board meeting was beginning to fade, leaving her aware of just how exhausting the day had been. She’d orchestrated a corporate takeover, survived an emergency board meeting, and systematically blackmailed some of the most powerful executives in the city.

Not bad for her first day with a real job.

"Ting Fei, I want you to go do something for me. Did you get those share transfer files?" She leaned back on the comfortable leather seat heavily exhaling.

" Yes, already done..." He showed them the files he had kept in the drawer.

After getting it, and seeing how ready it was, she passed it over to him, "I want you to take these forms and let Lu Zeyan sign them while he is in this confused mood...."

Ting Fei found Lu Zeyan exactly where Shuyin had predicted him to be, still sitting in the boardroom, alone, staring at nothing with the expression of someone whose entire worldview had just been shattered and reassembled wrong.

The afternoon sun slanted through the massive windows, casting long shadows across the expensive table, making the empty room feel even more vast and isolating. Lu Zeyan’s hands rested flat on the polished surface, and his breathing was shallow, irregular, the physical manifestation of someone in mild shock.

Ting Fei paused in the doorway, assessing. Perfect. The man was completely dissociated, lost in the spiral of humiliation and desperate calculation. His defenses were at their lowest point.

This was the exact moment to strike.

"President Lu," Ting Fei said quietly, his voice carefully calibrated to sound respectful, even slightly apologetic. "I’m terribly sorry to intrude, but there are some urgent administrative documents that require your immediate signature."

Lu Zeyan’s head snapped up, his eyes focusing on Ting Fei with visible effort. For a moment, he looked confused, as if he’d forgotten where he was or why this person was interrupting his private misery.

"What?" His voice was hoarse, drained of its usual authority.

Ting Fei moved into the room efficiently, closing the door behind him with deliberate care. He approached slowly, holding a thick folder in both hands, the kind of professional portfolio that executives signed documents from dozens of times a day without thinking twice.

"I apologize for the timing," Ting Fei continued, his tone suggesting genuine regret at having to bother Lu Zeyan during such a difficult moment. "But these are time-sensitive compliance documents from the legal department. They need to be processed before the end of business today or there will be regulatory filing issues."

He set the folder on the table, not directly in front of Lu Zeyan but slightly to the side, maintaining that careful balance of being present but not aggressive.

"What documents?" Lu Zeyan asked, but his voice lacked real curiosity. He was asking out of habit, out of the ingrained executive reflex to question everything, but his mind was clearly elsewhere, still processing the board meeting, still reeling from his father’s verbal evisceration.

"Standard corporate governance filings," Ting Fei replied smoothly, opening the folder to reveal a stack of official-looking documents with neat tabs marking signature lines. "Updated board meeting minutes that need presidential authorization, revised committee appointment forms following today’s executive structure changes, and some routine financial disclosure updates that Legal flagged for your review." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The language was deliberately boring, deliberately bureaucratic. The kind of administrative paperwork that executives dealt with constantly, and barely read, because it was handled by lawyers and assistants who ensured everything was proper.

Ting Fei pulled out the first document, which was actually a legitimate board meeting minutes, and placed it in front of Lu Zeyan with a pen.

"This one first," he said, pointing to a highlighted signature line. "Just standard meeting minutes reflecting the decisions made today."

Lu Zeyan barely glanced at it. His hand moved automatically, muscle memory from years of signing documents taking over. His signature scrawled across the line, messy and distracted but legally valid.

"Good, thank you," Ting Fei said, whisking that document away and replacing it with another. "This one is the revised executive committee roster showing Miss Lin’s new position. Just formalizing what was already agreed to in the meeting."

Again, Lu Zeyan signed without really reading, his mind clearly a thousand miles away. The signature was even messier this time, the hand movements jerky and unfocused.

Ting Fei worked systematically, placing document after document in front of Lu Zeyan, each one requiring a signature, each one being signed with barely a glance. The rhythm was hypnotic, sign, remove, replace, sign, remove, replace. The kind of administrative assembly line that happens in executive offices every single day.

And then, buried in the middle of the stack, came the share transfer forms.

Ting Fei had positioned them perfectly, after Lu Zeyan had already signed six or seven documents and fallen into the automated pattern, but before he’d signed so many that he might start paying closer attention out of boredom or irritation.

"This one is the updated shareholder registry form," Ting Fei said, his voice maintaining that same boring, professional tone. "Legal needs it to reflect the recent board changes and ensure proper voting rights allocation. Just here and here."

He pointed to the signature lines, then to where Lu Zeyan’s personal company stamp needed to be applied, the official seal that made corporate documents legally binding in their business culture.