Xie Yuping was swift and decisive. Xie Jinghu signed the documents on Thursday, and by Friday afternoon, Xie Yuping had sent someone to deliver them to Rongcheng.
An ordinary briefcase was handed to Xie Qian.
The 2% stake wasn’t 2% of Xie Jinghu’s entire fortune, but for a sixteen-year-old high school student, it was still a significant sum.
Xie Qian found more joy in imagining Xie Jinghu’s reluctant mood during the share transfer than in the shares themselves.
“Young Master Xie, although these 2% shares are now in your name, according to regulations, you must be eighteen to exercise shareholder rights. Until then, the shares will be managed by your guardian.”
The shares were under Xie Qian’s name but still controlled by Xie Jinghu.
Xie Qian had two guardians, but Zou Weijun had no involvement in company affairs and wouldn’t be able to manage them even if she wanted to.
Xie Qian didn’t want Zou Weijun involved. He understood the situation with the 2% shares. His mother had just mustered the courage to start working in Rongcheng, a place free of Xie family drama and Xie Jinghu’s mess. Contacting Xie Jinghu over these shares wasn’t worth it.
“I understand. Thank you for coming all this way.”
“Young Master Xie, it’s my duty.”
Only someone Xie Yuping trusted would be sent on such an errand.
The briefcase containing the share transfer agreement was casually tossed into the basket of Xie Qian’s bicycle. The courier’s eyelids twitched: the 2% stake in Jinhu Group was worth more than most people could earn in a lifetime, yet it was carelessly thrown into a bike basket. This Young Master Xie, born with a silver spoon, likely had little concept of wealth.
Looking at Xie Qian’s face, the courier thought, *Forget it. Wealth can be earned, but that face? No amount of effort gets you that. Why compare myself to someone who’s already won at life? It’s exhausting!*
The courier asked if Xie Qian had any further instructions, but Xie Qian shook his head.
He had just spotted an unfamiliar tall girl across the street stopping Wen Ying, saying something to her. In the blink of an eye, both were gone.
Xie Qian wanted to check it out.
…
Day students were dismissed early on Fridays. Knowing Chen Ru was attending English tutoring, Wen Ying tried to head home on her own.
Wen Ying was certain Yue Shanni would come looking for her again. Unlike in her past life, when she’d lent Yue Shanni money without hesitation, Yue Shanni’s personality wouldn’t let this slide easily.
Sure enough, after school on Friday, Yue Shanni was waiting at the school gate. Seeing Wen Ying, her tone shifted from aggressive to pitiful.
“Wen Ying, you have to help me. No one else will.”
At first, Wen Ying didn’t want to engage with Yue Shanni.
Yue Shanni’s appearance served only one purpose for Wen Ying: an excuse to contact Song Shao!
But as Yue Shanni spoke, her voice began to tremble with sobs.
She pleaded with Wen Ying and revealed a big secret, “I’m pregnant, but I don’t have money for an abortion. If I don’t deal with it soon, I’m done for!”
Sixteen-year-old Yue Shanni, pregnant?!
Wen Ying suspected Yue Shanni was lying, but seeing her cry until her eyeliner smudged, Wen Ying started to waver.
If someone else claimed to be pregnant, Wen Ying wouldn’t believe it.
But Yue Shanni? It was plausible.
Tall, well-developed, and dressed maturely, those who didn’t know her might mistake Yue Shanni for an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old. With makeup to mask her youthful features, she could pass for even older.
Still, pregnant at sixteen was outrageous!
If Yue Shanni was telling the truth, her request to borrow a thousand yuan was for an abortion at a clinic… Could it be that Yue Shanni’s borrowing had nothing to do with Shu Lu?
Wen Ying definitely couldn’t lend the money. Even if she still considered Yue Shanni a friend, she’d have to inform Yue Shanni’s family about this.
Yue Shanni didn’t want her family to know about the pregnancy, so she’d go to an unlicensed clinic for an abortion. Such places were risky, and if Yue Shanni suffered complications, even if Wen Ying’s conscience was clear, Yue Shanni would likely cling to her.
Though Wen Ying hadn’t caused the pregnancy, that was just Yue Shanni’s nature.
Wen Ying’s head ached.
This was turning into a real hassle.
While Wen Ying was lost in thought, Yue Shanni pulled her into an alley. At the bustling school gate, Yue Shanni didn’t want to discuss this scandal.
Wen Ying was still figuring out how to handle it when, in the alley, several figures closed in, blocking her from all sides.
Wen Ying opened her mouth to shout, but a girl in a leather jacket flashed a small knife in front of her face, and Wen Ying promptly shut up.
There was no reasoning with these young delinquents.
Even seasoned criminals feared young punks.
Veteran thugs used knives with precision, wounding but rarely killing. Inexperienced kids, however, stabbed wildly. A random strike to a vital spot could kill someone unjustly… Don’t ask how Wen Ying knew this so well. In her past life, working legal aid, she’d studied cases involving juvenile offenders. Whether they stabbed depended not on grudges but on their mood.
This knife-wielding girl could stab Wen Ying a few times on a whim. Who would Wen Ying complain to then?
As soon as the girls appeared, Yue Shanni darted to the side of the one in the leather jacket. Wen Ying understood everything.
Reborn or not, she’d still been tricked by a kid.
Wen Ying hadn’t expected Yue Shanni to go so far as to use “pregnancy and abortion” as a pretext to deceive her. The sincerity between people had truly vanished!
Yue Shanni sidled up to the leather-jacket girl, “Sister Xi, it’s her! Don’t let her plain, chubby look fool you—she’s loaded.”
Sister Xi was more experienced at this than Yue Shanni. With a wave of her hand, she ordered Wen Ying to be taken deeper into the alley.
Wen Ying stayed quiet and compliant, walking as told. At their destination, Sister Xi seemed pleased, “Little Yue, your friend’s pretty cooperative, huh? Is she really as rich as you say?”
Yue Shanni nodded vigorously, claiming Wen Ying had plenty of pocket money even in junior high, and now even more.
Sister Xi sized Wen Ying up, “I can tell. Your family feeds you well, don’t they? Hey, with all that money at home, share some with us. From this month on, pay me a thousand yuan each month for protection. Got it?”
Calling her plain and chubby, saying her family fed her well… These brats weren’t just playing at being thugs, they had venomous tongues too.
Seeing Wen Ying’s eyes blazing with anger, Yue Shanni was thrilled.
If Wen Ying got scared and complied, that’d be ideal. If she didn’t, she’d be in for a rough time.
The old Wen Ying might’ve paid the protection fee. But the current Wen Ying, bold as a leopard, was sure to clash with Sister Xi.
Yue Shanni guessed the story’s start but not its ending.
Wen Ying raised her hand, signaling she had something to say. Sister Xi nodded, telling her to speak fast. Wen Ying shouted, “A thousand’s too little, not worthy of Sister Xi’s status. I’ll pay two thousand to be friends with Sister Xi!”
