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

"You are very smart, smarter than I imagined."

Jiang Zhuhua sat on the other side and pondered for a long time before finally uttering this one sentence.

Without any trump cards in hand, one has no right to negotiate with others. However, in just about half a month, Pei Hui gained the upper hand.

"I'm curious, how did you manage to convince her when you had no money and no company?"

Going head-on against such a large company when you have nothing is not a wise choice; it's like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"You seem to know me very well, and you also seem to know what happened afterward."

Pei Hui's voice was calm, and his gaze didn't look at anyone, but was fixed on the cup on the table, as if he were reminiscing.

Jiang Zhuhua was a little nervous.

"Don't be nervous. I don't care who you are. I'm here today just to tell you that you don't need to get involved in the rest. I'll handle everything. I've been in the Pei family for so long, I know it better than anyone else. I know how to destroy it."

The other person didn't even look at her before they guessed her emotions.

No wonder someone like that can grasp the overall situation in such a short time.

Jiang Zhuhua took a deep breath, then let it go, and finally gave up.

"Because of Jiang Ji?"

Besides that, there really wasn't any other reason. Looking at the other person's inexplicable kindness, Jiang Zhuhua could only think of this one thing.

Pei Hui didn't answer directly. Instead, he tapped the water glass with his better knuckles and said, "Could you make me another cup of milk powder, Ms. Jiang?"

"of course can."

Jiang Zhuhua made him another cup of milk powder.

"If you know me well enough, or know where I come from, then you should understand how precious the current situation between you is to me."

People are probably more inclined to open up at night. Pei Hui felt a strong urge to dissect his own heart, even though they had only met a handful of times.

Pei Hui, however, placed great trust in her.

Do you need any help?

Jiang Zhuhua asked.

"I need some money. At least five million."

Pei Hui answered calmly, as if he didn't care whether the other party gave it to him or not. He also showed no sign of asking for help.

Or perhaps the other party is strategizing and believes that Jiang Zhuhua will definitely give it to them.

"can."

Jiang Zhuhua certainly wouldn't refuse. Pei Hui had taken her place in this massive struggle, ensuring her safety.

This is something that money can't buy.

"Don't contact Shen Lin. He's sweet-talking, but he's only after his own interests. Once you're no longer of value to him, he'll discard and crush you without hesitation. Or if your interests don't meet his expectations, you'll also be abandoned."

Pei Hui held the cup of warm milk in both hands, trying to draw some warmth from it. The faint warmth spread from his palms to his body, flowing from his throat and into his lungs.

“I have no friends. I only have Jiang Ji as family.”

Business associates can't be considered friends; they come together for some predetermined benefit and are merely temporary partners. Similarly, suitors can't be considered friends either.

Strictly speaking, Jiang Zhuhua only had one chosen family member.

"This is good."

Pei Hui laughed instead, quite pleased with those words.

"You'll make friends eventually, but not in this circle."

Most circles are filled with normal people, but this circle is always full of all sorts of lunatics. Pei Hui has already seen enough of that.

Even I'm not entirely normal. Like I've lost my mind, I'm willingly becoming a chess piece on the board, turning myself into a knife.

They only demanded a paltry five million.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't say anything, but simply took a card out of the study drawer.

"The password is your birthday."

Jiang Zhuhua pushed the card over; it contained more than five million.

"I do not remember."

Pei Hui had never celebrated his birthday before, and he really couldn't remember. He only knew the year.

June 19th.

After saying this, Jiang Zhuhua hesitated for a moment.

"If there's an opportunity or possibility, you can come and find me then."

This means that if there is an opportunity, it is possible that I will celebrate your birthday in the future.

This was an attempt to appeal to emotions. Pei Hui couldn't tell whether he was buying it or not; he simply put the card away.

After the two finished talking, Pei Hui quietly finished his glass of milk.

"In fact, you don't need to play the emotional card; I will inexplicably be willing to give up everything I have."

As he left, Pei Hui only said this one sentence, without turning his head, and slowly walked alone in the snow, turning his wheelchair.

"and many more."

Jiang Zhuhua called out to the person. Soon, he brought down a scarf from upstairs.

"This isn't an emotional appeal; just keep warm."

Jiang Zhuhua, rarely acting impulsively, simply wrapped the scarf around his neck, not caring about the other person's identity or what he was thinking about the original work.

The thick scarf was very warm, covering half of Pei Hui's pale and thin face, blocking the cold wind that was penetrating his lungs through his nostrils.

"Have you become addicted to being someone else's mother? We're about the same age, but I can't call her your mother."

Pei Hui finally revealed a smile, his voice carrying a faint hint of laughter.

"I don't have a son as old as you."

Jiang Zhuhua stared blankly at the other person's dimples; Jiang Ji also had a shallow dimple.

Does it look strange when you laugh?

No. It will look great.

Jiang Zhuhua gently shook his head. Neither of them said anything more, and they parted ways.

After getting home and washing up, I lay in bed and was finally able to get a good night's sleep. There were just so many things to do tonight.

But we still have to get up early in the morning. It's the end of the year, and there's endless work to do, countless meetings of all kinds, big and small. Everyone is as busy as a spinning top.

Jiang Ji's kindergarten has already closed for the holidays, and Jiang Zhuhua has placed him in a daycare center, but this is only a temporary measure out of necessity. She hasn't thought of a better solution yet. When she asked Jiang Ji, he said he didn't want to come to the company.

Fortunately, the child is sensible and doesn't cause trouble.

At this critical moment, someone, oblivious to everything, called.

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, I'm going home for a visit."

The person on the other end of the phone spoke with an air of arrogance.

It had been a long time, and Jiang Zhuhua couldn't quite place who it was.

"Hello, who is it?"

Jiang Zhuhua only asked politely because he really couldn't remember, and the number in his phone wasn't saved; it was an unknown number.

"Jiang Zhuhua! You don't even recognize your own mother, do you?"

The other party seemed to be enraged by those words and jumped up in anger. Jiang Zhuhua then remembered who the other party was and immediately blocked the phone number.