Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 196; Executive meeting 13

"To be fair," Ting Fei said with a slight smile, "you created the distraction. The board meeting, the comprehensive blackmail, his father’s public humiliation of him, all of that put him in the perfect vulnerable state. I just took advantage of the opportunity you created."

"We make a good team," Shuyin observed, her laughter fading into something more serious, more calculated. "This changes everything, you know. These shares give me legitimate standing. I’m not just an executive advisor who can be fired, I’m a shareholder with voting rights and profit participation. They literally cannot remove me without my consent now, because I own part of what they’re trying to protect."

She stood, moving to the windows to look out over the city, the signed documents still in her hand.

"When will he realize?" she asked quietly. "When will it occur to him that he signed away fifteen percent of his wealth?"

Ting Fei considered this. "Hard to say. It could be days, or it could be weeks. The forms will be filed with the corporate registry tomorrow, and he’ll receive official notification within 48 hours according to standard procedures. But whether he’ll actually pay attention to that notification, whether he’ll remember signing anything that might have authorized it..."

He shrugged. "He signs dozens of documents every day. Unless he keeps meticulous personal records of every signature, he’ll have trouble proving he didn’t knowingly authorize the transfer. And even if he does figure it out, challenging it legally would require him to admit that he signs important corporate documents without reading them, which would destroy his credibility and potentially expose him to shareholder lawsuits for negligence."

"So he’s trapped," Shuyin concluded. "Even if he realizes what happened, he can’t challenge it without making himself look incompetent or admitting to poor corporate governance. The humiliation of the truth would be worse than just accepting the loss."

"Exactly," Ting Fei agreed. "It’s a perfect trap. The more he struggles, the worse he looks."

Yuyan had been listening to this entire exchange with wide eyes, her twelve-year-old mind clearly working through the implications.

"Mother," she said slowly, "you just stole eighty million yuan from someone without them knowing. That’s... that’s incredible. And slightly terrifying."

"I didn’t steal," Shuyin corrected with a slight smile. "I acquired it through legitimate legal processes. There’s a difference."

"Is there though?" Yuyan asked, echoing Blade’s earlier question about the difference between blackmail and transparency agreements.

"Legally, yes," Shuyin replied. "Morally... well, let’s just say that Lu Zeyan owes me far more than eighty million yuan in compensation for their schemes and I am getting imprisonment, loss of reputation, psychological trauma, and attempted destruction of my life. I’m taking what I’m owed, just through creative methods."

Chen Xiao looked confused by the whole conversation, but he understood the essential truth: Mother had won again. The bad man who’d tried to hurt her had lost something important. That made the five-year-old happy even if he didn’t understand the details.

Tank, Blade, and Razor were openly grinning now, their approval evident.

"Boss," Tank said with genuine respect, "you are absolutely terrifying in the best possible way. Remind me never to be on your bad side."

"You’re on my good side," Shuyin assured him. "Which means you’re protected. But yes, anyone who crosses me should probably be terrified. I’ve learned that in this world, the only way to stay safe is to be more dangerous than the people who might hurt you."

She returned to her desk, pulling out her phone to take photos of the signed documents from multiple angles, insurance, in case anything happened to the originals before they could be filed.

"Ting Fei, I want these filed first thing tomorrow morning," she instructed. "Personal delivery to the corporate registry, with receipt confirmation. I want them official and irreversible before Lu Zeyan has any chance of stopping the process."

"Already planned," Ting Fei confirmed. "I’ll be at the registry when they open at 8 AM. By noon tomorrow, these shares will be officially, legally, irreversibly yours."

"Perfect." Shuyin organized the documents into a secure folder, locking them in her new desk’s top drawer. "Now, I believe we have shopping to do. The children need proper wardrobes, and I could use some items that actually fit correctly."

" Yes!" Ting Fei politely responded as they watched her clear her table.

THE CORRIDOR - A GLIMPSE OF SILVER

Lu Cheng moved through the executive corridors with the purposeful stride of a man who owned everything his gaze touched. His mind was still processing the disaster of the board meeting, cataloging failures, calculating responses, and planning the investigation into Lin Shuyin that would need to begin immediately.

His son had created a catastrophic mess.

His board had been comprehensively compromised.

And somewhere in this building, that dangerous woman was settling into an office she had no right to occupy, wielding power she’d stolen through blackmail and manipulation.

He needed to think. Needed to strategize. Needed to figure out how to neutralize this threat without triggering the mutually assured destruction she’d so eloquently threatened.

But as he passed the corner office, the one that had belonged to Vice President Lin Wei before retirement, the one that should have remained vacant until a proper candidate was vetted and approved, movement caught his eye through the glass walls.

Lu Cheng slowed, his attention snagged by something that didn’t quite fit the pattern he expected.

The office was occupied, which he’d known intellectually but hadn’t fully processed emotionally. Lin Shuyin had claimed it as her territory. That was galling enough.

But it wasn’t Shuyin who caught his attention now.

It was the children. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Two of them, seated near the windows where the afternoon sun streamed through floor-to-ceiling glass. A small boy, perhaps five years old, with dark hair and serious features, was coloring carefully in what looked like a children’s book. And beside him, helping him, guiding his hand, speaking to him with patient gentleness.....

A girl.

Maybe twelve or thirteen years old.

With silver-white hair that caught the sunlight and threw it back in brilliant, unmistakable waves.