He didn’t agree!
On this matter, Xie Jinghu still harboured resentment.
The shares transferred to Xie Qian—when had he ever agreed to that? He was clearly forced into it.
And their mother transferring shares to Xie Qian hadn’t sought his opinion either!
Xie Jinghu’s gaze was earnest, “Big Brother, of course I’m not regretting it. I’m not talking about the shares now. I’m saying Weijun doesn’t discuss things with me! Xie Qian’s logistics company in Shanghai, just looking at its scale, couldn’t have been started with last year’s dividends alone, I suspect Weijun sold properties under her name.”
Xie Yuping finally understood Xie Jinghu’s purpose today.
Xie Jinghu wasn’t worried about Xie Qian’s venture failing or genuinely wanting to mend their relationship. He was concerned about Zou Weijun transferring marital assets!
The Shanghai land purchase had Zou Weijun’s approval from Xie Yuping. Apart from keeping Xie Jinghu in the dark, it wasn’t exactly secretive.
Now Xie Jinghu was speculating that Zou Weijun, having done it once, was “secretly” selling properties again to fund Xie Qian’s venture!
, That scoundrel Xie Jinghu was here to complain.
Xie Yuping laughed in exasperation, “Impossible. You’ve been married for years. Is Weijun that kind of person?”
Hiding it from Xie Jinghu was possible.
But hiding it from both him and their mother as well? Absolutely not.
It was the Zou family’s upbringing, they didn’t value money that much.
Not only did Xie Yuping not believe it, but Old Madam Xie shook her head, “How could you think such nonsense!”
A family’s values take generations to build, and a person’s character takes years to shape. The process is hard, but once established, the impression is firm.
Like the Xie family’s trust in Zou Weijun.
Zou Weijun’s impeccable character made Xie Jinghu’s complaints hit a brick wall again.
Xie Jinghu said, aggrieved, “I don’t want to suspect Weijun either, but even if she didn’t sell properties, she might have mortgaged them to a bank. Big Brother, I’m not trying to chase down where this money came from. I just don’t want to be kept in the dark. If you think I shouldn’t interfere, then you and Mother give me a clear answer: if Xie Qian’s venture fails, I, as his father, don’t have to clean up his mess!”
Old Madam Xie was tempted to say Xie Jinghu wouldn’t need to clean up anything. If Xie Qian’s venture failed, she’d sell her remaining shares to cover it!
Xie Yuping stopped their mother.
If a son’s venture fails, who’s responsible?
There’s no rule saying the father must take responsibility.
But Xie Qian was different, he was a minor.
Xie Yuping wasn’t swayed by Xie Jinghu, countering, “When you got into trouble in your youth, I cleaned up your mess plenty of times. I don’t ask for repayment, you’re my brother, and I’m willing to help. Xie Qian’s first venture might not succeed, but failure’s no big deal. You’ve built so much over the years, can’t you give your son a chance to make mistakes? I recall when you started out, you failed more than once. The Xie family helped you, the Zou family helped you, and neither family ever said we’d abandon you to learn your lesson.”
In terms of investment acumen, Xie Jinghu might outshine Xie Yuping, but in conversational skill, Xie Yuping outclassed him by miles.
Xie Jinghu had no comeback to Xie Yuping’s words.
In summary, Xie Qian could start a business behind Xie Jinghu’s back, but Xie Jinghu had to take responsibility if it failed!
, That was outrageously unfair!
Xie Jinghu’s breathing quickened, purely from anger.
He held back, regaining his composure, and countered Xie Yuping, “Because you all bailed me out back then, I didn’t learn enough lessons, which led to my mistakes later. I don’t want Xie Qian to repeat my path. He’s had a smooth life, when has he ever faced setbacks? Do you think this boundless indulgence is good for his growth?”
To achieve his goal, Xie Jinghu didn’t hesitate to disparage himself.
The “mistakes” he mentioned referred to his infidelity and rekindling an old flame, resulting in children.
On other matters, Xie Yuping might remain unmoved, but this struck a chord.
Not because he feared Xie Qian would follow Xie Jinghu’s path, but because, reflecting on his and Xie Jinghu’s upbringing, he felt pity for Xie Qian. A father’s role is crucial in a child’s growth. He and his three brothers had lost their father, and though Xie Qian hadn’t, at this rate, it was as if he had no father at all.
To prevent Xie Qian and Xie Jinghu’s relationship from deteriorating further, Xie Yuping had to protect Xie Qian’s interests while convincing Xie Jinghu.
In front of Xie Jinghu, Xie Yuping called Xie Qian, asking directly, “The money for your logistics company, did you get it from your mother?”
“No, it’s from my saved allowance and last year’s share dividends.”
Xie Qian firmly denied it over the phone, but Xie Jinghu didn’t believe him.
Xie Yuping brought up the company’s scale. Xie Qian admitted it wasn’t large, still in its early stages, with significant investment and pressure on him.
But the money, he insisted, didn’t come from Zou Weijun.
“I made a bit elsewhere before, and it’s just enough. My dad had Assistant Qi ask if I needed money, and I said I didn’t. Even if I do, I’ll figure it out myself.”
Starting a company wasn’t like buying land on impulse. The latter was a one-off deal, but the former required ongoing investment. Taking money from Xie Jinghu once would lead to a second time. Relying on him for every funding gap would mean the company essentially belonged to Xie Jinghu.
Xie Qian deliberately kept his logistics company separate from Xie Jinghu. Whether this venture succeeded or failed, he didn’t need Xie Jinghu to bail him out.
That was exactly what Xie Jinghu wanted to hear!
No financial support from the family, no safety net.
Zou Weijun mustn’t secretly dispose of marital assets either.
Without these external aids Xic Jinghu was eager to see how his rebellious son’s first venture would end!
Xie Qian’s voice on the phone was calm, “My dad doesn’t need to worry about this. The worst case is my venture fails, and I’m left with debts. To cover them, I’d sell the Hongqiao land. The land’s annual return is less than 20%. As my dad suggested, I could just study abroad.”
Xie Jinghu tried every trick to force him out, but Xie Qian refused to budge.
Exposing Xie Jinghu’s intentions must have infuriated him.
But Xie Qian was delighted.
Of course, there was a chance the venture could fail.
But he had no intention of selling the Hongqiao land cheaply.
In the next year or two, there’d be clarity on whether that land would be redeveloped. With Shanghai’s current compensation standards, the return would far exceed 20% annually. Even if the logistics company tanked, Xie Qian wasn’t worried about lacking a financial safety net.
Xie Yuping hung up, looking at Xie Jinghu with a cold smile, “You heard Xie Qian. The kid’s got ambition and doesn’t need you to bail him out. You don’t need to use this as an excuse to guard against him and his mother.”
It seemed Xie Jinghu got what he wanted, but why did he feel so stifled?
It all came back to that land.
With 200 million to play with, ordinary tactics couldn’t rein Xie Qian in.
, Financial control is a key way parents discipline children. When that fails, it’s hard for parents to dictate terms. On this, Xie Jinghu and Wen Dongrong might share similar frustrations!
