Working: Start by earning the boss a hundred million!

Chapter 50 Going Home
Cheng Mai reaffirmed his idea: Shang Xingjian was not killed purely because of his profound magical power. It was just a pity that the God of Wisdom did not kill him back then.

"Why didn't the boss say he was going to get involved in this beforehand?" Cheng Mai couldn't contain her anger; otherwise, she would have gone back to City A this morning.

After changing his clothes, Shang Xing even had the leisure to tidy himself up a bit. "Would you believe me if I said we just happened to run into each other and chatted for a bit?"

"I don't believe you for a second." It just so happened that we ran into each other. If he hadn't taken the initiative, who would have met him?
Shang Xingjian chuckled softly, but he really didn't expect that this seemingly gentle and elegant scholar could pull such a trick. He let the scholar find a reason to persuade Cheng Mai, but instead, he left a letter and ran away.

"The person who swapped bodies for his life is the youngest son of the Leng family, the richest family in Fengcheng. He is just fifteen years old this year. This child is naturally weak, but he has an extremely good fate. He is destined to face a calamity and will not live past tonight. However, the patriarch of the Leng family has accumulated good deeds throughout his life. We, as immortals, naturally cannot let him, an old man with white hair, bury his black-haired son, can we?"

So this matter can be considered a win-win situation.

"Knowingly committing a crime?" Xuanhe Technology's new rules and regulations clearly stipulate that swapping lives with corpses is not allowed.

"The sins will fall on my head, what are you worried about?" Merchants Jian has committed many sins, and he has done his fair share of rule-breaking things over the years.

Cheng Mai snorted; she wasn't worried about this person at all.

He just felt that Shang Xingjian had been acting strangely lately. "Boss, you've been working so hard lately it's frightening."

"It's because you guys have dragged this out for too long. I really can't stand it anymore. After all, it's my people who are losing face." As soon as Shang Xingjian finished speaking, Cheng Mai hit him on the head with a pillow.

Instead of getting angry, Shang Xingjian laughed and grabbed the cushion. "Once things are settled in Fengcheng, we'll head back to City A tomorrow."

Returning to City A would mean facing Cheng's father, and more than not wanting to face him, she actually didn't want to.

After getting off the plane, Cheng Mai and Shang Xingjian parted ways; one went back to Xuanhe, and the other went home.

Since the incident, Cheng Mai has not returned to the Cheng family home. The Cheng family's servants have been replaced, and now only two nannies remain to take care of Cheng's father on a daily basis.

The house was deathly still. Cheng Mai went in, the housekeeper brought up some tea, and then left.

Mr. Cheng had lost a lot of weight, with droopy eye bags and heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Didn't you want the Cheng Group? Just take 10% from me, and the entire Cheng Group will be yours." Mr. Cheng looked exhausted, with a drafted transfer agreement lying on the table.

"Is it a transfer or a sale to me? Dad still doesn't dare to tell me openly?" Cheng Mai sneered. "You're not worried about food and drink now, why do you suddenly want such a large sum of money?"

Cheng Mai isn't stupid. If it weren't for the money, her father would definitely hold onto the shares tightly; it's his last vestige of dignity as a father.

Cheng's father finally mustered some energy and looked at Cheng's pulse.

Cheng Mai was also looking at him. Cheng's father's eyes were completely calm, even lifeless.

“I know you hate me and don’t want to see me. If I take the money, I will go abroad and I guarantee you will never see me again in your life.” Mr. Cheng revealed his purpose for wanting the money. “Your grandmother and third uncle will also go abroad together.”

"Grandma?" Cheng Mai chuckled softly. She had almost forgotten about the people in the old house. "So you've given up on Second Uncle?"

"He deserved to die." When mentioning his second brother, a hint of annoyance finally appeared on Cheng's usually calm expression. He had cheated on his wife, but he had never intended to kill her.

His own good younger brother orchestrated the car accident.

Since the incident, Cheng Mai has finally seen a sliver of manliness in her so-called father, but she still hasn't acquired his shares. "This is what Mom left you, I won't touch it, and don't even think about going abroad. As for Grandma and Second Uncle, they'll be fine in the old house, Dad won't worry." Cheng Mai said, standing up. "How long has it been? My mother endured years of being bossed around by others, and she couldn't take it anymore after just a few days and came to you for help? Dad, you be filial to your mother, and I'll avenge her. Now, let's settle things with our own abilities."

When Mr. Cheng heard his daughter's words, he knew that she had seen through his thoughts.

"She is still your grandmother."

Cheng Mai chuckled softly. She hadn't actually done anything special; she had simply hired a nanny who was about the same age as her mother, but whose temper was much worse than her mother's. The nanny didn't have to do anything else at home; the old lady could just take care of her.

However, Cheng Mai stipulated that he could not lay a hand on the old lady, which was already much more merciful.

However, it seems that the nanny did a good job, at least the old lady came to complain.

“I’m not even filial to my own father, so what is my grandmother?” Cheng Mai turned to look at his father. “Dad, public opinion always sides with the sovereign. I know very well what she has done in private, but have you ever seen a single media outlet dare to report that I abused the elderly?”

Having been in the business world for so many years, how could Mr. Cheng not know such a rule?

“I will take good care of you in your old age and see you off when you die. But I hope you won’t waste your time on other things.” Cheng Mai walked to the door, turned back to look at his father who was still sitting on the sofa, and said, “You didn’t understand how to be a father back then, and you still don’t understand how to be a son now. My mother was blind to have chosen you back then.”

Mr. Cheng remained seated, seemingly without any reaction, but the slight trembling of his body indicated that he was not entirely unresponsive.

After leaving the Cheng family home, Cheng Mai made it clear to her father that she would not let the people in the Cheng family's old house have an easy time. She, Cheng Mai, was a petty person who would always seek revenge.

But after today, she will truly sever all blood ties with the Cheng family; in this life, she will have no relatives left.

Cheng Mai looked back at the Cheng family villa, the view going from clear to blurry, and then back to clear. From this moment on, Cheng Mai would be all alone in this world.

"Nannan, let's go home." Meng An sat on Yi Nian's left shoulder and reached out her right hand towards Cheng Mai.

The large hand opened wide, as if holding up an umbrella for Cheng Mai. Cheng Mai turned to look at his father, and after a moment of silence, placed his hand in Meng An's hand.

"Father."

“Let’s go home.” Meng An took her hand, just like he had taken the hand of that two- or three-year-old girl years ago, leading her from the group of children home for dinner.

"Let's go home, let's go home." Yinian sat on Meng An's shoulder, clapping his little hands and calling for home. He didn't like this place at all, feeling that it was gloomy and chilly.

Meng An was a large man with a pale face. Even though he was wearing custom-made clothes, he still attracted attention on the street.

But Meng An didn't care at all. He carried Yinian on his shoulder and held Chengmai by the hand, leading them away from here.

At the same time, a black Mercedes drove past them. Inside the car, Qin Mai was holding a child with a blank stare. The child looked to be two or three years old.

As the car passed by, Cheng Mai subconsciously glanced over and saw the child through the rolled-down window.

She stopped walking, her gaze lingering on the spot.

That child is...