Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

Having only overheard a few words of the conversation, Huo Wang still asked a question, since the menu for the evening had already been finalized.

"I'll take care of this for you. You two can eat at home, and then pick me up after my dinner party, okay?"

The trust placed in him by the other party seemed a bit too heavy; Jiang Zhuhua even felt a slight pressure on his shoulders.

Why trust someone so much? You still have time to worry about where to have dinner?

It's truly a case of the emperor not being worried, but the eunuchs being anxious!

The young eunuch Jiang Zhuhua complained inwardly.

"When are we leaving? I'll be your free driver?"

Huo Wang felt a sense of peace just by looking at the other person's face, as if the other person could shield him from everything and that the place where he was was a safe zone.

She was like a castle, and I was someone you needed to rely on, a flower growing inside.

"Okay, I'll call you when we leave."

Jiang Zhuhua's voice was very gentle.

The matter was quickly settled, and the online uproar was able to subside relatively quickly. The tide of public opinion shifted slowly and did not collapse outright.

Jiang Zhuhua picked out a suitable outfit for himself. Actually, he didn't have any thick clothes. There was heating at home, heating in the car, and even more heating when he went to hotels or other places.

Unless you go out to play and have fun in the snow, you don't need to wear very thick clothes.

"Mr. Jiang."

Since the two of them mainly wanted to discuss business, they went to a teahouse and booked a private room.

As soon as Li Ming saw the person come in, he stood up. After all, it was his son who had done something wrong first, and even though the two were of similar status, he had to show some respect.

"Mr. Li."

Jiang Zhuhua was still quite polite, but he couldn't tell anything from the middle-aged man in front of him.

It is said that one's appearance reflects one's heart, but the person in front of me looks very kind. He is tall but slightly overweight, and looks like a kind and honest uncle.

Moreover, since the other party had already made their stance clear, Jiang Zhuhua couldn't directly lose his temper.

Tea has already been ordered on the table, along with several plates of tea snacks.

"President Jiang, you can try this pine nut and lily pastry; it tastes pretty good."

The other person, being an elder, proactively poured tea for him, so Jiang Zhuhua stood up again and exchanged a few polite words with him.

The other party went through a whole series of tactics that made it difficult for me to directly hold them accountable, but they seemed very sincere.

"Mr. Li, there's no need to bother. We're mainly here to discuss business; food is secondary."

Jiang Zhuhua had a smile on his face, but he didn't forget what the other party's son had been doing online.

"Well, to be honest, Mr. Jiang, we only have this one child. So it's inevitable that he's very spoiled at home."

Li Ming spoke slowly, sizing up the young woman in front of him. Her demeanor seemed smooth yet naive, suggesting she might not be easy to deal with at first glance.

“At home, he always gets whatever he wants. I’ve asked about those things online, and I’m willing to pay some money.”

When money was mentioned, it wasn't going to the company. It meant a private settlement, not going through the company's accounting process.

Li Ming felt that things that could be solved with money were minor issues. Although it hurt a little, he couldn't let his son lose face in front of so many people across the country.

Even though sometimes I get so angry my heart aches, he's still my own son after all.

"He gets whatever he wants outside, what does that have to do with me?"

Jiang Zhuhua didn't understand the ambiguous smile in the novel at first, but after hearing what the other person said, he really couldn't help but want to laugh. It was a muscle spasm that made him want to laugh, but there was no real laughter in his eyes.

"President Jiang, he's just a nobody who paints. What do you think of 100 million?"

For some reason, Li Ming suddenly remembered his unfilial son's words about a pretty boy.

In addition, the woman in front of him is one of the richest men in the industry. He simply doesn't believe that he would remarry a poor guy.

Jiang Zhuhua was genuinely angry this time. He had originally intended to have a proper conversation, but his anger was ignited instantly.

"I know what happened back then."

Those long, narrow, upturned eyes grew even more sinister. Their gaze seemed to see right through everything.

"Your son can draw too, right? Once he loses his family background, what will he be?"

Holding a high position and having money often makes people lose themselves. Just like people often joke about themselves on the internet, if you have money, the first thing you do is forget your roots.

Jiang Zhuhua neither confirmed nor denied the matter, but he couldn't tolerate anyone mocking someone he cared about.

"Also, Mr. Li, he's not my kept man. Please be more respectful in your words."

These words were like knives, and Jiang Zhuhua showed no mercy.

Every circle has its own solutions. Even if you've crossed over into another circle, you still need to make your stance clear.

The sarcasm in Li Ming's words was self-evident, and the contempt in his eyes was almost impossible to hide.

It's obvious they look down on such a nobody.

The room fell silent immediately, with only the steaming tea remaining, its vapors slowly rising.

"So how does President Jiang want to resolve this? Clarification is impossible. We spent so much money and pulled so many strings back then; it can't all be for nothing. My son's reputation can't be ruined in the industry."

The conversation had progressed to this point, and money couldn't solve the problem; moreover, the other party had already made it clear that they cared about that person.

Li Ming's expression also hardened. He had been polite at first, hoping the other party would give him face. Now that things had come to this point, neither of them bothered to pretend anymore.

"The color palette is ready. Public opinion is what we in this industry excel at. Of course, I would have forgotten about it if Mr. Li hadn't reminded me. I've also found some clues about what happened back then. I'm contacting you on my own initiative, which is naturally to give Mr. Li face."

Jiang Zhuhua could certainly make the matter public on the internet, ruin the other party's reputation, and make him disappear from that circle.

However, Li Ming is not an option. Li Wujin has a Li Ming behind him.

Money makes the world go round, and if there are better ways to resolve the issue, there's no need to cause a scene online.

This matter is different from the Jiang family's matter. The Jiang family's matter must be made known to the entire internet so that we can avoid getting involved in it in the future.

This needs to be resolved privately to avoid causing her trouble and also to prevent Huo Wang from experiencing a series of subsequent problems.

"Then I should thank President Jiang for giving me face."

Li Ming spoke sarcastically, then turned and waved his hand helplessly. If the other party had really made such thorough preparations, and it became public, and given that he wasn't good at handling such matters, he would have no choice but to passively accept it.

Li Wujin's already mediocre career was now ruined.