kvmb Chapter 164 Your ambitions are quite large.
Chapter 164 Your ambitions are quite large.
The scenery outside the car window rushed past, but her thoughts became clearer and clearer.
Those memories that once caused her immense pain have now become her motivation to move forward.
Upon arrival at the destination, a black luxury car was already parked nearby.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a face with sharp, angular features.
"Miss Zhu, it's been a long time." Mr. Yan smiled slightly, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.
Zhu Yahan rolled down the car window and nodded slightly: "Mr. Yan."
Mr. Yan asked directly, "What have you thought about what we discussed on the phone?"
Zhu Yahan frowned slightly, her tone tinged with doubt: "Mr. Yan, why are you so sure I will cooperate with you?"
Mr. Yan chuckled softly, his gaze deep: "I know you, Miss Zhu. You are a vengeful person, and what I know is enough to change your life."
Zhu Yahan's face turned pale instantly, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of her hands clearly visible.
She was torn internally; Mr. Yan's words were like a knife, piercing her sore spot.
Mr. Yan noticed the change in her expression and softened his tone: "Ms. Zhu, we share a common goal. Cooperation is the best choice for both of us."
Zhu Yahan was silent for a moment before finally speaking: "What do you want?"
Mr. Yan smiled slightly, his eyes sharp: "I want Wan Jia to fall, and you want Wan Qingsha to pay the price. Our goals are not in conflict."
Zhu Yahan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with determination.
"I need to think about it carefully."
Zhu Yahan gripped the steering wheel tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.
She took a deep breath; the air was filled with the chill of ice and snow, which went straight to her lungs.
"What will I get after cooperating?" she asked coldly, her gaze fixed straight ahead, her tone tinged with a hint of probing.
The man chuckled softly, his voice low and languid: "How about twenty percent of Wan's shares?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yahan's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Twenty percent? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"
Her voice was icy, filled with undisguised contempt.
The man narrowed his eyes, a glint of ruthlessness flashing within them: "What does Miss Zhu want?"
His tone remained calm, yet it subtly conveyed a sense of oppression.
Zhu Yahan turned her head, looked directly into the man's eyes, and said, word by word, "After this is done, I want you to marry me."
The man paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I can't give you love and a married life. But I can give you the status of Mrs. Yan."
He spoke of it casually, as if it were just a transaction.
Zhu Yahan sneered: "Mrs. Yan's status? Do you think I care about that?"
Her tone was sarcastic, but her eyes were unwavering.
The man's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly suspected that her purpose was not simple, but he did not show it on his face, and simply nodded: "Okay, I agree."
Zhu Yahan continued, "I insist on having 20% of the shares. Also, I want to become the matriarch of the Wan family."
Her voice was strong and resolute, carrying an undeniable determination.
The man raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "Miss Zhu's ambitions are quite considerable."
Zhu Yahan remained noncommittal, simply looking at him coldly.
She graduated from a top university in China and studied at Harvard University in the United States; she possesses both knowledge and beauty.
She was confident that she could live a better life even without Zhu Shigou and Wan Qingsha.
But becoming the matriarch of the Wan family was her long-held wish and her deepest obsession.
Mr. Yan pondered for a moment and then reminded him, "After the plan is implemented, the Wan family will change hands, and the name may also be changed."
Zhu Yahan smiled indifferently: "Whether the Wan family changes hands or not, what does it have to do with me? It was just a glorious past."
Her tone was nonchalant, as if Wan's fate was no longer her concern.
Mr. Yan nodded, a slight smile appearing on his face: "Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
Zhu Yahan did not respond, but simply took a small box out of her bag and casually tossed it to Mr. Yan.
"Here is the evidence you need," she said calmly.
Mr. Yan took the box, opened it, and found a stack of documents and several memory cards inside.
"What are these?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Zhu Yahan sneered: "This is what I collected while following Wan Qingsha, involving the dirty things the Zhu family and the Wan family did together."
She paused, a hint of warning in her voice: "This evidence was originally intended for self-defense. As long as you don't do anything to betray me, it will never appear."
Mr. Yan closed the box and gave her a meaningful look: "Miss Zhu is indeed meticulous."
Zhu Yahan remained noncommittal, simply saying, "It's a pleasure working with you."
Mr. Yan glanced at the sky and reminded him, "The weather is about to change. Let's go back early before the heavy snow starts."
After he finished speaking, he waved and turned to leave.
Zhu Yahan watched his retreating figure, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her lips.
"Don't even think about getting a single point," she thought coldly, a resolute glint in her eyes.
……
The weather forecast indicates that starting at 11 p.m. tonight, Beijing will experience a two-day heavy snowfall.
The airport has issued a notice that heavy snow will cause the airport to close, affecting all inbound and outbound flights.
Tan Haoyu sat in his office, his brows slightly furrowed, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk.
"Yang Piaoliang, change Zhu Ziqing's flight to 7 PM tonight." He picked up the phone, his tone decisive. "She must return to Pengcheng tonight."
On the other end of the phone, Yang Piaoliang readily agreed and quickly began the operation.
Tan Haoyu put down the phone and looked out the window. The sky was overcast, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
Meanwhile, Zhu Ziqing sat in her hotel room, holding her phone, her eyes somewhat dazed.
"Finally, I can leave the capital." She murmured to herself, her tone carrying a hint of relief.
For her, the capital city seemed like a place full of misfortune.
Every time she comes here, something unbearable happens to her.
She didn't want to stay a moment longer; she just wanted to get back to Pengcheng as soon as possible and get away from all the trouble here.
"I hope that person can act quickly and bring down the Wan family." She thought to herself, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.
After returning to Shenzhen, she plans to work hard and start her life anew.
She believed that everything would be alright once she left the capital.
Inside the VIP waiting area, Tan Haoyu sat on a sofa with a laptop in front of him.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, the screen filled with complex data tables and documents.
The phone kept ringing, and he was busy answering calls and processing documents at the same time.
Zhu Ziqing sat to the side, silently observing him.
She had never seen Tan Haoyu so busy, as if the whole world was under his control.
"So he's usually this busy," she thought to herself.