First Floor Restaurant.
The table is already filled with a variety of delicious dishes, and Mr. Chen sits at the head, his figure appearing particularly lonely under the dim yellow light.
He looked up and saw the two of them, his eyes flashing with a complex mix of emotions.
Chen Zhongyuan carefully pulled out a chair for Yu Yao.
Yu Yao did not immediately sit down, out of politeness, she bowed to Mr. Chen with a smile: "Mr. Chen."
She behaves with grace, neither humble nor arrogant.
Mr. Chen surveyed Yu Yao, his eyes filled with complexity.
Yu Yao fearlessly met his gaze, confident and elegant, with a faint air of nobility hidden beneath.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the atmosphere in the old mansion was filled with an inexplicable tension.
Mr. Chen's gaze lingered between the two of them, and finally, it turned into a sigh. "Sit down, from now on, like A Yuan, call me Ahye."
This girl, aside from her poor family background, is actually quite good. She looks better than those princelings and princesses, which is why A Yuan likes her so much and will only marry her.
Chen Zhongyuan and Yu Yao exchanged a smile, and the big stone in their hearts finally settled.
"Ahye."
Yu Yao smiled slightly and called out respectfully.
Chen Yunhuai responded with a single word, then smiled to invite the two to sit down, making the atmosphere much more harmonious.
The two of them sat down, and Mr. Chen personally served dishes for Yu Yao. Although his attitude was still serious, there was now a hint of love in his eyes.
The three sat around the dining table, chatting about everyday matters, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.
Yu Yao was originally quite nervous, but she gradually relaxed.
She impressed Mr. Chen with her intelligence and elegance, and her heart was now satisfied with her, making her less critical of his opinions.
Chen Zhongyuan watched this in his heart, secretly releasing a sigh of relief, and a pleased curve formed at the corner of his mouth.
The meal was enjoyed to everyone's satisfaction.
As night falls, the lights start to glow.
At around nine thirty in the evening, Chen Zhongyuan and Yu Yao said goodbye to Mr. Chen, leaving the old mansion.
Both of them got into the car, as Bu Feng had already left. The driver was a bodyguard in a black suit.
"Thank you, A Yuan."
Yu Yao sat in the car, glanced at the man beside her, and spoke softly.
Chen Zhongyuan grabbed her hand, gently rubbed it, and spoke in a low tone with tenderness: "BB pig, I should be thanking you. It is your confidence and elegance that won the favor of grandpa."
Ahye originally felt helpless against him and had to accept her, but in fact, he was resistant in his heart.
But after a meal, he could clearly feel the change in grandpa's attitude.
These are all earned by the girl herself.
The car started, the Rolls-Royce Sweptail drove slowly out of the garden, and moved further into the night.
The vintage white European-style old mansion still had warm and bright lights, as if silently blessing their future.
...
Halfway up the mountain, White Lotus Road.
The morning sun filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a mottled glow on Yu Yao's face.
She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a dazzling diamond ring.
The ring lay quietly on the bedside table, like a shining star, emitting an irresistible radiance.
Yu Yao was startled in her heart and then a joy that was indescribable flooded through her.
The ring was clearly very valuable and placed in such a prominent position.
Without asking, it's known that this ring was specially prepared for her by Chen Zhongyuan.
She carefully picked up the ring and examined it closely. The diamond, as big as a pigeon egg, shone brilliantly under the morning sun, dazzling to the extreme.
"This wastrel, I wonder how much money he spent on this again."
While criticizing, Yu Yao couldn't help but feel extremely happy in her heart.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly nine o'clock.
She was startled in her heart, muttering to herself, "Oh no, why did I sleep so late?"
Thinking about last night when the two of them stayed up late until dawn, she reddened slightly in the face.
She touched her hot face and quickly got up to wash and change into a light casual outfit. Then she went to the first floor restaurant for breakfast.
The top floor of the Universal Building was Chen Zhongyuan's private office. From here, you could overlook the beautiful scenery of Victoria Harbor.
The office lights were exceptionally bright, complementing Chen Zhongyuan's calm and deep gaze.
The door opened gently, and his assistant, Bu Feng, walked in.
His face was filled with excitement, holding a document in his hand.
"Mr. Chen, good news."
Bu Feng's voice was filled with uncontainable excitement, "We've successfully acquired 10% of the shares from An Zhao ru."
Chen Zhongyuan raised his head and looked at Bu Feng with sharp eyes, "Confirmed it?"
"Yes, it's confirmed. All procedures have been completed."
Bu Feng handed over the documents, "With the shares we've acquired before, we now own 55% of Jiayi Group. We are the largest shareholder, which means the acquisition is a success."
Chen Zhongyuan took the document and carefully flipped through it, showing a satisfied smile on his face.
Jiayi Group, an enterprise of great importance in the industry, has now been acquired by them.
"An Zhao Ru gave up her shares so quickly, which shows that Xue Mulin has quite a charm and powerful means."
Chen Zhongyuan put down the document, leaned back in his chair, and spoke in a tone that seemed to be both mocking and praising.
He took out a cigar, placed it between his fingers and lit it. He casually threw the lighter on the desk and closed his eyes half-closed, beginning to smoke.
"Haha, women are emotional creatures at any age, and Xue Mulin is the man she's been dreaming about for half her life. With sweet words and tender advances, how can she resist?"
Chu Feng also smiled happily.
Chen Zhongyuan's expression was a bit awkward when he heard that women were emotional creatures.
He had planned to transfer 20% of Weisheng Group's shares to BB pig after marriage.
But at this moment, he was hesitant.
But then, thinking about BB pig's heart without any white moonlight longing, he shook his head and smiled wryly at himself for being overly concerned.
"Good, Bu Feng, you did well," Chen Zhongyuan leaned forward and knocked off some ashes, nodding approvingly, "You take people to negotiate with them and formally take over Jiayi Group."
Bu Feng nodded in agreement, "I will immediately start arranging the follow-up work, ensuring everything goes smoothly."
"When taking over and integrating, take some bodyguards with you. Jiayi Group is Zhao Jian's lifelong effort. He might not be willing to let go."
Chen Zhongyuan slowly crushed out the cigarette butt in his hand, speaking in a low voice as a reminder.
"Understood."
Bu Feng's face turned serious, and he silently noted down this matter.
"Go ahead."
Chen Zhongyuan continued to flip through the documents in his hand.
Bu Feng saw that the boss was busy and withdrew politely.
...
On this bustling land of Hong Kong Island, the spire of the Mid-levels Avenue Songtian Building pierced the sky like a symbol of the city's unyielding spirit.
On this day, Bu Feng led a team of elite members and several well-trained bodyguards into the steel and glass interwoven skyscraper.
Their mission was to officially take over and integrate Jiayi Group, which was a significant transaction in the Hong Kong Island business world.
Inside the building, the conference room's lighting was warm and bright, Bu Feng sat in the main position, with eyes as sharp as fire.
His team members were all energetic, ready to embark on a new journey.
In a corner of the conference room, Zhao Jian, the former largest shareholder of Jiayi Group, sat there with a gloomy expression. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger.
He never imagined that his life's work, which he had painstakingly built, had so quietly slipped into Chen Zhongyuan's hands.
Even more so, he suspected that his daughter had been killed by the other party.
It's understandable for other shareholders to sell their shares to Chen Zhongyuan, but what he doesn't understand is why An Zhao Ru's shares also fell into the hands of the other party.
And without even consulting him, Zhao Jian felt betrayed by his wife.
"Mr. Zhou, I believe the transaction between us is quite clear."
Bu Feng ignored Zhao Jian's anger, his voice calm and firm.
He was well aware that his words were a resounding blow to Zhao Jian.
But what could he do? His daughter dared to take action against Miss Yu, angering Mr. Chen.
Zhao Jian stood up suddenly, his face extremely gloomy. He slammed his hands on the table in anger, "You people, how can you so easily take away everything from me? Jiayi Group is my lifelong effort. How can you be so heartless?"
His voice trembled with anger, and he continued to curse, "Why didn't Chen Zhongyuan that beast come himself? Does he think it's shameful to face me and dare not come? It's a worthless pig dog who doesn't deserve my daughter. I spit!"
Bu Feng's eyebrows twitched in disapproval. Fortunately, Mr. Chen was not here, or else hearing these words would undoubtedly make him extremely angry.
He furrowed his brow slightly, but his tone remained calm: "Mr. Zhou, the market is like a battlefield, and victory and defeat are commonplace. The conditions we have offered are more than adequate, and that is determined by market rules."
Zhao Jian kicked over his chair in anger and waved his arms, roaring: "Market rules? This is robbery. The empire I worked hard to build is being taken away by you people, it's my lifelong effort…"
No one paid attention to Zhao Jian's angry roars; in everyone's eyes, he was nothing but a loser.
Only when he was too over-the-top, the bodyguards pushed him down. Zhao Jian was held down by the bodyguards, unable to move, and could only glare at Bu Feng with eyes full of fury.
He kept cursing, and the curses were very offensive.
But no one paid attention, and the integration continued.
No matter how much Zhao Jian resented, he could only watch helplessly as his lifelong efforts slipped into someone else's hands.
He slumped in his chair, his temples prematurely white, as if he had aged greatly all at once.
