Revenge of the Housewife - Chapter 32

Duan Qinghong turned his face away, no longer looking at me.

Suddenly, his breath caught, as if remembering something: “Was Secretary Shen also arranged by you to be by my side?”

I did not deny it, but patiently explained to him:

“I initially had Secretary Shen apply online and go through the normal process.

You also participated in the interview and ultimately decided to hire him. In other words, he was a secretary you personally selected. Have you forgotten?”

Duan Qinghong collapsed onto the table as if drained of energy, his voice hoarse:

“Is there something else you want to tell me?”

I had been hesitating about whether to speak today.

I raised my hand, just about to knock, when the door opened.

But since he had brought it up, I had no reason to hold back:

“If you wish to liquidate the shares left for you, I can offer 20% above market price. This amount is just enough to repay the debts your father and elder brother owe. Would you like to consider it?”

Duan Qinghong probably hadn’t expected me to calculate this far; the bullet fired during negotiations now hit him squarely between the eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, molars grinding, and after a while, he loosened his clenched fists and laughed self-deprecatingly:

“Benevolent heart, ruthless means, Lin Zi, I feel as if I’ve never truly known you.”

After a while, he turned his head, choking up as he said:

“Do I have a choice?”

He indeed had no choice. If he didn’t give it to me today, in the future, as his father’s funds entered, his influence would gradually diminish with the dilution of his shares, and the remaining shares might be mercilessly and slowly devoured.

I spoke softly, my tone calm:

“I just hope our ending can be more dignified.”

He rubbed his brow, closed his eyes briefly, and with a voice trembling hoarsely, said, “Alright.”