A few months later, an international news channel broadcast a report:
"Sheng Song Group's latest shareholder meeting has elected the group's new leader, Zheng Xiuyue, wife of Sheng Song Group's young master, Song Yinyu..."
Song Yinyu calmly asked Zheng Xiuyue beside him, "Are you satisfied?"
Joy filled Zheng Xiuyue's ordinary face, "It's alright. At least Sheng Song Group didn't fall into someone else's hands."
"Rest assured, as long as you are my wife, Sheng Song will always be Sheng Song."
Song Yinyu's expression remained unchanged. He asked, "Can my father's medicine be used continuously?"
"Yes."
Zheng Xiuyue raised her hand to caress his face, "Your father is my father-in-law. Although he is in a vegetative state, I will still do my best to take care of him."
"By the way, I heard that Hua Country has a special medicine to revive vegetative patients. Shall we go to Hua Country to look for it?"
Song Yinyu turned his head to avoid Zheng Xiuyue's touch, "Don't you dislike Hua Country?"
Zheng Xiuyue smiled, "But that is still the root of my Zheng family. And you are so keen on staying in Hua Country, I also want to go to Hua Country to see. I heard that women in Hua Country are very beautiful."
Song Yinyu's body paused slightly, "As you wish."
With that, he left the room.
Watching Song Yinyu's retreating back, a gleam flickered in Zheng Xiuyue's eyes.
Song Yinyu entered a room that resembled an ICU. Lying on the only bed inside was Song Shaoqing.
"Daddy, Sheng Song Group has changed hands. To prevent my uncle and the others from getting Sheng Song Group, I let Zheng Xiuyue become the chairman."
"I know you will blame me if you wake up, but I can't care about that anymore. They could attack you and cause you to become like this, so I will fight them to the death."
"Rest assured, Sheng Song Group will rise again in the country. I have already made arrangements, and you will wake up once I get the special medicine."
...
Upon receiving a text message, Jiang Junhu arrived at the Li family to find Mai Xingyang with a dark expression.
"Mai Xingyang, we've been tricked."
Mai Xingyang, who was picking vegetables, looked up, "What?"
"We've been tricked."
Jiang Junhu sat down on a small stool beside him, "Song Yinyu didn't really intercept the raw materials; he did it to exchange for them."
"The fabric produced from this batch shrinks severely and deforms after being washed."
Mai Xingyang was startled, "Then quickly ban this batch of fabric from leaving the warehouse."
Although the textile factory suffered a loss, the fabric woven by the shuttle loom had a stable structure, a flat surface, generally did not sag when draped, and was suitable for various cutting methods, making it favored by many. Therefore, the fabric produced followed a high-end route.
Moreover, the old production workshops and factories served as a base for various schools in the capital to lead students in visiting the development of China's era.
This was also why such a large factory could exist within the city and not be forcibly demolished on the grounds of affecting the cityscape.
Jiang Junhu said, "When the factory director discovered the problem with the fabric, he had already issued an order to prohibit its release. However, this batch of fabric was ordered by a foreign country, and the delivery date is only ten days away."
"The factory director planned to purchase raw materials and work overtime to rush production. But the raw materials are out of stock. The other party said the raw materials were bought up by someone all at once."
Bought up all at once?
Mai Xingyang smiled, "Such an obvious clue, it seems there's something fishy. Call Song Yinyu. He must be waiting for you."
...
In a private room of a high-end restaurant in the capital, three handsome men sat in a triangular formation, the atmosphere somewhat somber.
The somberness was reflected on two faces, while the other had a relaxed smile.
"My demands are simple: the special medicine to wake up vegetative patients and your hands off."
"I know you are avenging Li Sixuan. Her matter has nothing to do with you, Jiang Junhu, right?"
Jiang Junhu glanced at Mai Xingyang, "I need to consider it."
"Alright."
Song Yinyu nodded, "You don't have much time."
Jiang Junhu stood up to leave, "I will give you a response this afternoon."
Mai Xingyang also stood up, "Song Yinyu, do you regret it?"
"I regret it."
Song Yinyu nodded, "Back then, I shouldn't have gone through Yu Lin and Yu Fei's hands. I should have done it myself."
"Or, I should have followed them and personally stepped in to save Great-Grandmother Li."
"In either of those situations, Li Sixuan would definitely be mine, and you wouldn't have had even a sliver of a chance."
"Hopeless."
Mai Xingyang shook his head and walked out of the private room.
A ferocious expression appeared on Song Yinyu's face. What belonged to him, he would take back one by one.
After leaving the restaurant, Mai Xingyang asked Jiang Junhu, "What are you planning to do?"
"Find Captain Tian."
Jiang Junhu took out his phone, "Two years ago, at Old Master Song's funeral, Song Shaoqing, who was designated as the chairman of Sheng Song Group, got into a car accident and became vegetative. Song Yinyu wants to wake up Song Shaoqing. I am happy to see it happen."
"Sheng Song Group has just changed hands, and Song Shaoqing has woken up. The internal strife within Sheng Song Group will continue."
Mai Xingyang had a question, "Don't you think Song Yinyu handed over Sheng Song Group too readily?"
Jiang Junhu's body paused, "You mean?"
Mai Xingyang nodded faintly, "An empty shell."
"It's quite possible."
Jiang Junhu nodded, "I'll deal with the cotton mill issue first. Then I'll have someone keep an eye on Song Yinyu's movements."
Song Yinyu wants a vegetative patient special medicine?
Tian Jing knew that Song Shaoqing had been in a vegetative state for two years. To endure until now, Song Yinyu's patience was remarkable. "You guys ask Ran Ran. Medical affairs are all under his purview."
"Be careful, Song Shaoqing is the cunning fox."
"Yes."
...
A month later, Sheng Song Group was in the news again: "Song Shaoqing, the former chairman of Sheng Song Group who had been in a coma for two years, has awakened. What changes will Song Shaoqing's awakening bring to Sheng Song Group? Let's wait and see... Bang!"
Zheng Xiuyue casually picked up a nearby vase and smashed it at the television, "Song Yinyu!"
He said he would take his father-in-law to Hua Country to try with an old Chinese doctor, said he wasn't at ease leaving his father-in-law in her care, but had already found the special medicine and, fearing she might do something sneaky, had taken his father-in-law to Hua Country: "You just wait for me."
"Ring ring ring."
The landline on the coffee table rang. The maid glanced at Zheng Xiuyue and quietly picked up the phone, then whispered into the receiver, "Young lady, it's for you."
Zheng Xiuyue's face was full of gloom, "Who?"
The maid shook her head, "I don't know, it was a man's voice."
Zheng Xiuyue glared fiercely at the maid, "Tell them I'm not home."
The maid said into the phone, "Miss Zheng is not at home."
A few seconds later, she covered the receiver and said to Zheng Xiuyue again, "The other party said he has a common enemy with you."
Zheng Xiuyue hesitated for a moment, then reached out her hand to the maid. The maid handed her the cordless handset.
"Hello?"
"Miss Zheng."
"Who are you?"
"Don't bother about who I am. Just know that Song Yinyu has registered a new Sheng Song Group company in Kyoto, Hua Country. Just know that he is keeping a mistress in a courtyard house in the Third Ring Road of Kyoto."
"I pity you. Your family background and education are stronger than any woman's, but you lost because of your looks."
"I heard that the beautiful woman beside him ruined her cousin's appearance for him, simply because Song Yinyu had been pursuing her cousin. Now that the cousin is disfigured, the younger cousin has taken her place. How interesting."
"The common point between the cousin and the younger cousin is their beauty. A woman who is too strong can hardly win a man's heart."
"Miss Zheng, perhaps you should change. What a man needs is gentleness, not..."
"Bang!"
"Crash!"
Zheng Xiuyue, furious, hung up the phone. Feeling she hadn't vented enough, she swept the phone onto the floor, "Song Yinyu!"