After the divorce, I became a rich girl

"So, you might as well ask yourself, when real money and old friendship meet on a narrow road, how much of this friendship can stand the test?

Why do you think they will watch you destroy this cash cow with your own hands?"

After Li Jiawei finished speaking, Jing Qiu's face instantly turned gloomy.

She stared at Li Jiawei, anger boiling in her eyes, but was speechless because of the facts.

She hadn't been threatened like this in a long time. She suddenly reached out and slapped Li Jiawei in the face, "What qualifications do you have to lecture me here?"

Li Jiawei's head tilted when she was hit, and she felt a burning pain on her face.

Li Jiawei suppressed the bloody taste in her mouth, turned to look at Jing Qiu, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "If you insist on taking back those shares, it is not impossible.

The current market value of my shares in Meishang has increased by 40% compared to when you gave them to me. As long as you pay the difference, I will sign the transfer immediately."

Jing Qiu clenched the hand that had just slapped Li Jiawei and looked at Li Jiawei in front of her. As long as Li Jiawei admitted her mistake now, she could take back what she had just said.

However, she did not expect her daughter to be so stubborn. It was as if she truly got to know Li Jiawei at this moment.

A strange and sharp pain rushed into her heart. Her voice trembled, full of disbelief: "You want to settle it with me so clearly?"

Li Jiawei met Jing Qiu's gaze directly, with undisguised sarcasm in her tone: "Aren't you the one who forced me with the share transfer contract?"

She paused, a trace of fatigue flashed in her eyes. She didn't want to continue this meaningless confrontation. "When you have the money ready, come and talk to me about the shares." After that, she turned around and left without hesitation.

The sound of heels stepping on the marble floor echoed in the empty living room. Jing Qiu fell into the sofa, her chest heaving violently. She stretched out her clenched palms, which already had deep finger marks in them due to the indentations of her fingernails.

She fully expected that she could easily control her daughter, but she was outmaneuvered and didn't gain any advantage at all. Anger, frustration and regret mixed together and surged in her heart.

At this time, Zhong Xinlan walked into the living room and saw Jing Qiu's tense face and gloomy expression at a glance.

She gently sat down next to Jing Qiu and asked tentatively: "Mom, has Jiawei left?"

Jing Qiu snorted heavily, anger surging in his eyes: "If she stays any longer, I will be pissed off by her!"

Zhong Xinlan pursed her lips and smiled softly, tactfully avoiding this explosive topic, and instead asked tentatively: "Mom, I just heard you and Jiawei talking about "Meishang", are you planning to take back the shares of "Meishang"? "

Jing Qiu raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Xinlan with a sharp gaze, and said with a bit of vigilance: "Why, do you also have ideas about "Meishang"?"

Zhong Xinlan's eyebrows curved into crescents, and her smile was tentative: "Mom, now that "Meishang" is in the limelight in the fashion circle, who can not be tempted? I am just an ordinary person, of course I want to have a piece of the pie!"

Jing Qiu looked at Zhong Xinlan, and suddenly a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he said, "You are Li Yan's wife, and the legitimate daughter-in-law of our Li family.

If you really want "Meishang", it's not impossible. But did you listen carefully to the conditions Jiawei mentioned just now?"

Zhong Xinlan nodded hurriedly, with just the right amount of hesitation in her tone: "I heard it all! I can afford the money. But I'm still a little hesitant. After all, what I'm doing is damaging Jiawei's interests. Will it hurt the brother-sister relationship between Li Yan and Jiawei?"

Jing Qiu reached out and gently patted the back of Zhong Xinlan's hand, a trace of calculation flashed in his eyes, but he smiled kindly: "Don't worry about this, just prepare the money, and I will take care of the rest.

Besides, we didn't get it back for free, so we have to pay every penny we owe.

Besides, I founded Meishang. If I hand it over to you, it will just be returning the property to its original owner."

Li Jiawei walked out of the carved gate of the Li family villa, got into the car, and mechanically pressed the button to lower the window.

The night wind brought the scent of green grass to my face. The annoyance that had accumulated in my chest due to Jing Qiu's scolding just now, as well as the burning pain on my cheeks after being beaten, gradually dissipated with the flowing air.

However, thinking of Jing Qiu's request to take back the shares of "Meishang", Li Jiawei's mood sank heavily, and irritability entangled her heart like a vine.

Her fingertips tapped the seat unconsciously as she looked at the mottled shadows of the trees outside the car window. Since she had already thought about taking back "Meishang", she was afraid that she would definitely get it.

"Meishang" is now at the peak of its popularity in the fashion industry. Its huge business empire and considerable profits would make anyone jealous.

She recalled her sister-in-law Zhong Xinlan's evasive figure and thoughtful expression in the shadow of the corridor pillar when she left just now.

Li Jiawei sighed lightly and rubbed her brows subconsciously. She has always been reluctant to assume the worst of her relatives, but her past experiences have reminded her time and again: In the face of interests, few people can keep their original intentions.

Moreover, the price difference of more than one billion may be an astronomical figure for others, but for sister-in-law Zhong Xinlan, with the financial resources of her family and the resources of the Li family, it is not impossible to raise the money.

Thinking of this, Li Jiawei's heart couldn't help but tighten.

After returning home, Li Jiawei leaned on the sofa, stroking the screen of her mobile phone with her fingertips for a moment, and finally dialed An Ling's number.

An Ling is currently proofreading the next issue of the magazine. The content, which had previously been distorted by various forces, has been revised again due to General Manager Li's instructions.

Hearing the phone vibrate, An Ling caught a glimpse of the caller ID jumping on the screen, and quickly put down the pen in his hand, and said respectfully in an unconscious voice: "Mr. Li!"

Li Jiawei pinched her brows lightly, her tone a little tired: "Is it not delaying your work to bother you at this time?"

An Ling said: "No!"

Li Jiawei sighed softly, and after a moment of silence, she carefully considered her words and said, "An Ling, if one day I quit "Meishang", would you be willing to follow me?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and then An Ling's firm voice came, without the slightest hesitation: "Boss Li, wherever you go, I will follow you!

To be honest, I chose to return to "Meishang" because of you. If even you are not here, why would I still guard this empty shell?"

These straightforward and passionate words relaxed Li Jiawei's tense nerves a little, and a warmth surged in her chest.

She calmed down and her voice softened unconsciously: "Well, be prepared. In the next few days, I'm afraid that Meishang will experience a big storm."