"Quickly delete the Weibo post and issue a clarification," Shen Guoliang said, his voice tinged with suppressed anger as he tried to keep his tone in check. "Anyway, you have the Shen surname. You'll get your share of my inheritance in the future. We're family..."
A cold smile curved Shen Youjin's lips.
"Give me my mother's share of the inheritance first, then we can talk. Otherwise, either make a will now or die right now, and I'll delete the post and clarify things for Shen Qilin."
Her words were so harsh that Shen Guoliang almost lost his composure. "Xiaojin, you're really nothing like your mother."
"It's okay. I'm sure she'd be happy for me," Shen Youjin said, her voice as sharp as a blade, as if she were about to sever the thin bond of father - daughter relationship. "My mother was under your control for so many years. Isn't it worth celebrating that her daughter didn't follow in her footsteps?"
Shen Guoliang held the phone tightly, and his expression changed completely.
What was going on? Why did Shen Youjin use the word "control"? Did she know about it all along?
No, it was impossible. If she knew, why hadn't she exposed it before?
"Xiaojin, what are you talking about? I don't understand!"
Shen Youjin scoffed. "You'll understand soon."
She played a recording on her computer. Immediately, Yin He's shrill voice came through the screen and rang in Shen Guoliang's ear.
"I'm telling you, if you let that little bitch's daughter release the evidence and endanger me and my son, we'll get a divorce! You won't get a single cent from this family! Not only that, I'll tell the whole world how shameless you are. You've controlled that little bitch for so many years through a child, embezzled her property, and even..."
A crisp slap sounded, and Shen Youjin paused the recording. The rest of the words abruptly stopped.
"Mr. Shen, let's make a deal," Shen Youjin said, her voice slithering out of the shadows like a hissing snake, cold and menacing. "Give me the recording pen I want, and I can guarantee that this recording will never be exposed. How about it?"
"You're asking me to trade Qilin for it!" Shen Guoliang's legs went weak, and he could barely stand. "It's impossible!"
If he handed over the recording pen, Shen Youjin would surely send Shen Qilin to prison. He was his only son!
"If you're not willing, I have nothing more to say," Shen Youjin said coldly, clenching her fingers. "I hope Mr. Shen won't regret it one day."
With that, she hung up the phone without further ado.
Since he chose his son over the Shen family business, don't blame her for getting a little interest back first.
After tidying up her desk, Shen Youjin went downstairs. She saw that the photographers, designers, and other employees in the studio were all gathered around a laptop, laughing heartily.
When they heard her coming downstairs, all eyes turned to her, filled with admiration.
Even Ling Qiuqiu looked at her differently. She had really changed and become more and more charming.
"When did you install the surveillance? I didn't even know about it."
"I installed it on the day he came," Shen Youjin said with a charming smile. "If I'd told you in advance, what if he found out? Then you'd all be accomplices!"
After all, it was always necessary to think comprehensively and be prepared for any eventuality.
"You're quite smart," Ling Qiuqiu said, folding her arms. Her short, refreshing hair made her fair little face look like a porcelain doll. "No wonder you still had the mood to joke with me when I asked you."
"We can't just sit around waiting for trouble," Shen Youjin said as she walked up to Ling Qiuqiu and handed her a card. "I'll give you all an afternoon off today. Take them out to relax and celebrate."
Ling Qiuqiu took the card. "Aren't you coming with us?"
"I have a tough battle ahead. I'm going back to recharge my batteries," Shen Youjin said, waving goodbye to them with a relaxed tone. "Have fun!"
Ling Qiuqiu looked at her back and then at the card in her hand, and couldn't help but smile.
Was she really that poor? Did she need Shen Youjin to pay for a meal? The Ling family wasn't that down - and - out yet!
When Shen Youjin got home, she had just played a few rounds of games when the doorbell rang.
She checked the video at the door and saw Fu Qingye standing there, his face exuding an innate arrogance and coldness.
What? Why did he come here? Was the young master so free today?
She opened the door in a white silk antique nightgown, her long black wavy hair cascading down her back, looking like a delicate doll.
"Why did you come here suddenly?" she asked calmly, acting as if nothing had happened. "Do you need something?"
Fu Qingye was angry when he thought of the "Jinxiu Liangchen" CP fans on the hot search. After the meeting, he rushed over like a whirlwind.
Seeing her like this now made his anger flare up even more. It was as if she was already with Bai Beichen.
"Shen Youjin, no matter how well I treat you, do you still have no heart and just keep pushing your luck?"
Shen Youjin leaned against the door, a hint of imperceptible helplessness in her voice. "They're just a few photos. Don't make a big deal out of it."
"Just a few photos?" Fu Qingye looked up at her slowly, laughing out of anger. "Didn't you take those photos? Shen Youjin, you've never taken photos of me like that!"
Shen Youjin blinked innocently. "If you want, I can take photos of you now."
Fu Qingye was slightly stunned, completely speechless for a moment. After a while, he looked at her and said, "It's not just about the photos. People on the Internet all think you're a couple with him!"
"Are you jealous?" Shen Youjin chuckled. "You gained a lot of fans during that heavy rain. The fan club was even set up because we were side by side in the rain. So, should we let those people live?"
"Moreover, there's only Bai Beichen in those photos. I'm just doing what a photographer should do."
Fu Qingye fell silent. Most of his anger was dispelled by her words.
Even so, he still felt a bit sad.
Seeing him like this, Shen Youjin continued, "You're welcome to make an appointment at the studio. As my investor, you'll always have priority. If you're still not satisfied, I can invite you to dinner when I'm free."
Fu Qingye looked at the calm smile on her lips with his deep - set eyes, his voice full of possessiveness.
"I don't need you to invite me to dinner. Shen Youjin, don't talk to other men anymore. Don't test my patience!"
"I can't guarantee that," Shen Youjin said indifferently. "I'm tired. Goodbye, young master!"
With that, she reached out and pushed Fu Qingye away, then slammed the door shut. Finally, the world was quiet.
Fu Qingye was left standing outside the door, completely humiliated.
He clenched his fingers tightly, his gaze as if he could pierce through the door.
"Shen Youjin, you're really something!"