Hearing Wang's mother's words, Wang Dahe chuckled lightly, "I thought it was something serious, but it's just this."
"Dad, Mom, it's because I offended the boss of Xingsheng Building Materials that you got fired."
Wang Dahe didn't tell Father Wang and Wang's mother that the boss of Xingsheng Building Materials was actually his biological parents.
This matter was better kept hidden from them for now.
"But Dad, Mom, don't worry." Wang Dahe sat on the sofa and took Wang's mother's hand. "Xuan said he wants you to join his company."
"But—" Wang's mother frowned. "Little Xuan runs such a big company. Your father and I probably aren't skilled enough to work there, and his company isn’t even involved in the building materials industry."
"Dahe, your father and I can find other jobs. Let’s not trouble Little Xuan with this."
Between brothers, the worst thing is mixing personal ties with business.
Little Xuan was Wang Dahe's closest friend, and she didn’t want their situation to affect their bond.
Wang Dahe smiled. "Dad, Mom, relax. You’re both very capable, and Little Xuan is planning to expand into the building materials industry. He’s short on staff, so you’d be perfect." He reassured them.
But deep down, Wang Dahe knew the truth.
Little Xuan’s company focused on internet, real estate, and entertainment.
The building materials industry wasn’t particularly lucrative—Little Xuan wouldn’t normally bother with it.
He was only doing this for Wang Dahe’s parents, to ease their guilt.
This favor—
Wang Dahe would remember it for the rest of his life.
"So that’s how it is." Tears welled up in Wang's mother’s eyes.
"Dahe, invite Little Xuan over for dinner soon. I want to thank him properly."
"Sure." Wang Dahe nodded.
Then his expression darkened as a thought crossed his mind.
His only worry now was that his biological parents might come looking for him.
They were shameless enough to try using Father Wang and Wang's mother to beg Little Xuan for mercy.
He had to make sure they never got close to his parents.
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The next day.
Tianmu Group.
After a meeting, Lei Hui walked into the general manager’s office.
Yesterday, he’d been too busy following the drama around Lin Li to focus on work.
Now, at 3 PM, he’d finally caught up on his backlog.
With time to spare, he could finally deal with that couple from Xingsheng Building Materials.
Lei Hui sat in his chair and picked up a file from his desk.
Scanning its contents, he let out a cold laugh. "Hah—"
Daring to go against their boss? They were practically begging for destruction.
With this evidence in hand, the couple from Xingsheng Building Materials—along with Liang Li—were all headed straight to prison.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Lei Hui shook his head.
"Mr. Lei, your coffee." The secretary placed a cup in front of him.
Lei Hui ordered, "Take these to the police station. File a report in Tianmu Group’s name."
The Xingsheng couple had been in business for years and still had some connections.
If an ordinary person exposed their crimes, their contacts might shield them.
But if Tianmu Group stepped in, no one would dare protect the Liang family.
"Understood." The secretary took the evidence to the police.
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Liang Residence.
The family of three sat in the living room, the atmosphere unbearably tense.
Liang Li sat on the sofa, not daring to make a sound.
Liang's father looked utterly defeated. "It’s over. Our company is finished."
"Husband, is there really no way?" Liang's mother frowned. "Our company was founded by your father thirty years ago. Tianmu Group isn’t even in the building materials industry—how could they crush us so easily?"
"You idiot!" Liang's father snapped.
"True, Tianmu Group isn’t in building materials now. But they’ve publicly announced they’re cutting ties with us. That’s an open declaration of war!"
"Any company that crosses Tianmu Group is doomed. Who would dare oppose them?"
Ever since Tianmu Group’s post went up, all their partners had called to cancel contracts.
He’d tried inviting them out to discuss things, but they either made excuses or outright told him to never contact them again.
They had no room left to struggle.
Liang's mother shuddered.
She hadn’t realized Tianmu Group was this powerful…
"Husband, what if we beg Lin Xuan? Ask him to spare us?" she suggested hesitantly.
"Useless." Liang's father shook his head, his face pale. "Lin Xuan’s stance is firm. We humiliated him, and he’s clearly doing this to avenge Wang Dahe. Pleading with him won’t change anything."
And Wang Dahe—that ungrateful wretch—begging him would be just as pointless.
He regretted it.
He truly regretted it.
If only he’d treated Wang Dahe better. If he’d built a good relationship with him…
Not only would their company still be standing, they might’ve even soared to new heights with Tianmu Group’s backing.
Liang's mother slumped onto the sofa.
If the company went bankrupt, she’d become one of those poor people she’d always looked down on.
She didn’t want to lose this life of luxury.
Liang Li sat nervously in the corner.
Liang's father shot him a glare.
This was all Liang Li’s fault!
If not for his constant badmouthing of Wang Dahe, twisting their perception of him, they wouldn’t be in this mess.
Feeling his father’s gaze, Liang Li’s heart skipped a beat.
"Dad," he said cautiously, "I think… I might have a way to get Lin Xuan to lift the ban on our company."
Liang's father eyed him coldly. "What way?"
Liang Li answered, "Wang Dahe won’t help us, but his parents might. After all, you and Mom are his biological parents. You gave them such an outstanding son—they should be grateful."
"Wait until Wang Dahe isn’t home, then go see them. Ask them to mediate and mend your relationship with him."
"That way, the misunderstanding between you and Wang Dahe will be resolved. And in the future, he’ll definitely plead with Lin Xuan on your behalf."
Liang Li’s eyes darkened.
Sure, this might bring his parents closer to Wang Dahe.
But if they didn’t do this, his life of wealth and comfort would vanish.
First, they had to survive this crisis.
As for driving a wedge between Wang Dahe and his parents later—he’d have plenty of chances.
So what if Wang Dahe was their biological son? Liang Li was the one they’d raised for over twenty years. His bond with them was deeper.
No matter what happened, his parents would always side with him.
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