"Also, I have a grudge against Starlight Entertainment. If they approach our website for collaboration, don’t bother entertaining them." A cold glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.
The Lin family's main focus was on the entertainment industry—games, the entertainment circle, and video software. His goal was to bring down the Lin family's businesses. Of course, he wouldn’t stop there; he intended to build his own commercial empire.
However, he would steer clear of the Su Group's operations.
"Why?" Dogtail Grass couldn’t help but ask.
"I have a vendetta against them. I started this entertainment company specifically to take them down." When it came to the Lin family, Lin Xuan could now face them with calm composure.
In the chairman's office of Starlight Group,
Lin Chang sat in his chair, while Wang Yajun perched on his lap. The two were locked in a passionate kiss.
A phone call interrupted them.
Lin Chang irritably picked up the phone. "What is it?"
"Chairman, your wife has arrived at the company," came the assistant's voice.
"Alright, I understand."
Lin Chang hung up the phone, and Wang Yajun slid off his lap, smoothing out her clothes. She pouted at Lin Chang. "We’re the ones who truly love each other, yet I’m treated like the other woman."
"Yajun, just bear with it a little longer. I promise, when the time is right, I’ll divorce her and marry you," Lin Chang reassured her.
"You’ve been saying that for ten years. You’re just stringing me along," Wang Yajun snorted.
"Alright, I need to go now. I don’t want my wife finding out about us."
Wang Yajun picked up some documents and left the office.
Jiang Shuqin arrived shortly after.
"Yajun," Jiang Shuqin greeted her warmly.
"Shuqin?" Wang Yajun feigned surprise. "What brings you here today?"
The two were close friends, and Jiang Shuqin didn’t hide the reason. Smiling, she said, "It’s Chang’s birthday today. He’s been so busy, so I thought I’d bring him a birthday cake."
"You and the chairman are so loving. Your relationship is truly enviable," Wang Yajun said with a bitter smile. "It’s a shame my husband has been in a vegetative state for years. I can’t even celebrate his birthday with him."
"Yajun, why don’t you find someone new?" Jiang Shuqin suggested with concern.
"No," Wang Yajun shook her head. "I want to wait for the day he wakes up."
Jiang Shuqin sighed.
Her friend was wonderful in every way, except for being too devoted. It had been five or six years since her husband fell into a coma, yet she remained by his side, unwavering in her care.
"By the way, Shuqin, I should let you know that the chairman has been keeping his distance from other women lately. Even if a woman falls into his arms, he quickly steps away," Wang Yajun said with a smile.
"That’s just how he is. He’s almost like he has a phobia, always keeping his distance from other women," Jiang Shuqin replied, a sweet blush appearing on her cheeks.
Wang Yajun noticed Jiang Shuqin’s smile, and a shadow crossed her eyes.
She wondered how much longer Jiang Shuqin would be able to smile like that.
"Shuqin, I won’t disturb your time with the chairman. I’ll get back to work," Wang Yajun said.
"Alright," Jiang Shuqin nodded.
As she watched Wang Yajun walk away, Jiang Shuqin thought about how elegant and poised her friend was. Fortunately, Wang Yajun’s heart belonged solely to her husband, so Jiang Shuqin felt at ease having her stay by Chang’s side as his secretary.
After all, it was Jiang Shuqin who had introduced Wang Yajun to the Lin Group. She trusted that Wang Yajun wouldn’t betray her by seducing Chang.
Jiang Shuqin carried the cake into the office.
From a distance, Wang Yajun watched Jiang Shuqin’s retreating figure, a faint smirk playing on her lips. What did it matter if Jiang Shuqin came from a good family?
Her son and husband would still belong to Wang Yajun.
"Are you coming over for dinner tonight?" Wang Yajun called Lin Li.
"Sure," Lin Li agreed.
That evening, Jiang Shuqin also prepared a meal herself.
When Lin Li didn’t return home on time, she called him. "Li, where are you? Why aren’t you back for dinner yet?"
"Mom, I’m out with some friends. I won’t be back for a while. Go ahead and eat without me," Lin Li replied.
"Alright, Li. Be careful."
After hanging up, Jiang Shuqin sat alone at the dining table. Apart from the servants, she was the only one there.
A wave of sadness washed over her.
She had given birth to so many children, yet Lin Xuan didn’t even acknowledge her as his mother, always opposing her. Her daughters were all busy with their own lives and rarely paid her much attention.
Only Lin Li was thoughtful and knew how to cheer her up.
But now, even he wasn’t here.
Jiang Shuqin picked at her food, finding it tasteless. Before long, she pushed her plate away.
"Throw all of this away," she instructed.
Jiang Shuqin went upstairs alone.
Madam Wang emerged from Lin Xuan’s room, carrying a broom and a dustpan.
"Madam," Madam Wang greeted respectfully.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Shuqin frowned.
"The young mistress instructed me to clean the eldest young master’s room every few days."
"Eldest young master?" Jiang Shuqin sneered. "He’s already cut ties with the Lin family. What kind of eldest young master is he now?"
Madam Wang sighed inwardly.
She couldn’t understand why the madam treated her own son, Lin Xuan, as if he were an enemy.
"Also, didn’t I tell you to remove all of his belongings from the room? Why are they still there?" Jiang Shuqin didn’t want to see anything that reminded her of Lin Xuan.
"The young mistress asked us to leave them," Madam Wang explained.
"Get rid of all of it!" Jiang Shuqin ordered, her face darkening.
Madam Wang sighed deeply. With the young mistress still abroad, there was no one to stop Jiang Shuqu from removing Lin Xuan’s belongings.
Would all traces of Lin Xuan in the Lin family truly be erased?
She wondered how Lin Xuan was doing now.
Meanwhile, Wang Yajun was at home with Lin Li.
She kept putting food on his plate. "Eat more. These are all your favorites."
"Our mother and son can only meet like this, in secret," Wang Yajun sighed. "Li, when will you inherit the Lin family? When will we finally be able to acknowledge each other openly?"
"Li, remember, you must be careful. Don’t let Jiang Shuqin or the Lin daughters catch on to anything," Wang Yajun warned.
"Mom, I will," Lin Li replied. He knew the consequences if his true identity were discovered, so he would never let that happen.
Lin Li placed a piece of chicken on Wang Yajun’s plate. "Now that Lin Xuan has cut ties with the Lin family, I’m the only son left. I’ve already started getting involved in the company’s operations. In a few years, I’ll have real power."
"Li, I trust you to handle things," Wang Yajun smiled.
Lin Li had grown up under Wang Yajun’s influence, hating the Lin family, hating Lin Chang for abandoning them, and hating Jiang Shuqin for stealing his father. He was determined to seize control of Starlight Group, drive the Lin family into poverty, and make them suffer.
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