A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

The white gloves were torn!

Dinghui is finding it difficult to make any progress.

Those who had initially been undecided and neutral shareholders became the most vocal at this moment. They immediately turned hostile, jointly proposing: "Due to the significant conflict between CDH and the Lin family, we demand that they abstain from all voting at this meeting; and we suggest that the board of directors investigate any violations such as 'hostile takeover' and 'concealing their identity to infiltrate the shareholders' meeting'!"

Meanwhile, Zhao Dehai's two friends who had helped him back up, seeing that the situation was under control, immediately jumped up and distanced themselves from him, repeatedly emphasizing, "We were all tricked! We were kept in the dark!"

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down!

The limelight had completely and irreversibly shifted to Lin Yuqing's side...

"Regarding the fifteen issues concerning Mother." Lin Yuqing didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. Seizing the opportunity, she raised her hand and threw the prepared file onto the conference room screen.

"This is a scanned copy of the original shareholding agreement from back then, this is a notarized copy of my mother's will, and these are the complete bank statements showing every single red envelope received for that portion of the shares over the years!"

"Every single detail is crystal clear." Lin Yuqing scanned everyone around her. "Everyone, does anyone have any objections?"

The conference room was completely silent...

The metal plates were nailed shut, perfectly aligned, without the slightest gap. Zhao Dehai and his gang, who had been so aggressive just moments before, trying to freeze them to death, were now completely drained of energy and dared not utter a sound.

The claim of "full of doubts" is laughable when bombarded with such a ton of evidence!

As for Zhao Dehai.

Lin Yuqing's eyes finally landed on her deceased uncle, who was sitting on a muddy chair. Her voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

"As a chairman of the Lin family and as my elder, you show no gratitude but instead collude with external enemies to seize control of the Lin family, which greatly harms the interests of everyone present."

"According to Article 17 of the Articles of Association—the Board of Directors has the right to immediately revoke your directorship, and in accordance with Article 96 of the Company Law, to confiscate that 10% of your shares (of unknown origin)!"

"Yuqing! You can't do this to me!" Zhao Dehai jumped up, his voice stern but his tone weak. "I'm your uncle! I'm Yuqing's mother's cousin! How could you do this? You're unfilial! You have no regard for your own family!"

"Unfilial? Disowning one's own family?"

Lin Yuqing slowly stood up, her eyes slightly red, but there was no weakness in her red eyes, only resolute words.

"Twenty years ago, it was my mother's kindness that led her to drag you into the Lin family business despite everyone's objections. She gave you a respectable job, generous shares, and allowed you to live a life of good food and drink for twenty years."

"This kindness is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea!"

"But how will you repay my mother? How will you repay the Lin family?" Her voice suddenly turned shrill: "While Father was sick and bedridden, you had a quack doctor try to scare him to death and force him to hand over power; you bribed public opinion to ruin my reputation as a junior! In the end, you even colluded with the Zhao family, that heartless and treacherous wolf, to try and wipe out our Lin family's ancestors for eight generations!"

"Zhao Dehai," she said, word by word, "from the moment you did all this, you refused to acknowledge this family. Now it is yours. You sowed the seeds and reaped the fruits."

The room fell silent, and many shareholders sighed inwardly—it was understandable that Lin, who usually seemed so unreasonable, had said such a thing.

"Board of Directors, please vote." Lin Yuqing stopped looking at him and addressed the crowd, resuming her boss-like authority. "We agree to remove Director Zhao Dehai and confiscate all his shares. Please raise your hands."

One, two, three... Soon, the conference room was filled with raised hands.

Zhao Dehai stood there, dumbfounded, watching as the foundation he had built up over decades and relied on the Lin family for twenty years crumbled in less than an hour. He staggered back a few steps, his face drained of color, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

As he reached the door, he suddenly turned around forcefully, glared fiercely at Lin Yuqing and the calm and fearless Ye Feng behind her, and uttered a harsh word:

"Fine...very fine!" He gritted his teeth viciously. "Lin Yuqing, just you wait. The Zhao family is not to be trifled with! The situation in Dongyang will change sooner or later. When that happens, I'll see what you can use to protect the Lin family!"

After uttering that vicious curse, he dared not linger for a moment, fleeing in a disheveled state, his retreat filled with humiliation. The tense, oppressive atmosphere that had permeated the conference room all morning finally began to dissipate.

Lin Yuqing sat back down in the chair, feeling as if all her strength had vanished in an instant. She had won! However, she knew in her heart that behind this Pyrrhic victory lay a terrifying enemy far more powerful than Zhao Dehai. The Zhao family, for the first time, was baring their fangs at her!

After the meeting, Ye Feng accompanied her outside. A slightly chilly evening breeze was blowing, and Lin Yuqing realized that her back was soaked with sweat several times over. The tension she had been holding all day suddenly relaxed, and her brain became dizzy. She lost her balance and almost fell to the ground.

Ye Feng, quick-witted and agile, turned to the side and reached out to support her arm. Just as his palm touched Lin Yuqing's wrist through her thin clothing...

A bottomless, heavy, and cold aura silently seeped through her arm once again, as quiet and heavy as a thousand-year-old ice cave, echoing the increasingly frenzied Yang Fire within him as the calamity of death descended. With each inhale and exhale, the true energy within his body inexplicably stabilized.

Ye Feng put his arm around hers, but only paused slightly.

It's that feeling again.

This is the third time since that cup of tea that night.

Still the same, he never considered that, subconsciously, he once again attributed this strange feeling to "she had just recovered from an illness and had been holding on all day, so she was restless" or "he was about to die, so his senses were confused."

Then they let go again.

"How is it?"

"Ah, I'm fine." Lin Yuqing finally managed to stand up, and for some reason her face felt a little hot. She quickly pulled her hand back, which he had been supporting, and placed it behind her back. "It's just... I was too tired, and I stood for a while."

What she didn't say was: the moment he helped her up, the size, warmth, and steadiness of his hand suddenly and inexplicably calmed her heart, which had been hanging in suspense all day. It was as if as long as this person was still there, the sky wouldn't fall.

Stealing a glance at his profile—long ears, a nice chin, and a half-smile at the corner of his mouth—she quickly looked away.

Just then, as the two walked out of the venue, the Dinghui representative, who had just lost the game, brushed past them and glanced at them. His eyes didn't show the dejected expression one would expect after losing a match; instead, they gave off a strangely chilling feeling: "President Lin, we underestimated you today. But what you won was just a small shareholders' meeting. The game in Dongyang is much, much bigger!"

After saying that, he walked away without caring at all.

Lin Yuqing frowned slightly, feeling that the two people had something to say, but she could tell from this seemingly pointless remark that the other party was threatening her, and she also sensed that there was a hidden trump card, the person behind which she could not yet understand.

"Ignore him," Ye Feng said calmly, a hint of coldness in his eyes. "The truly terrifying ones aren't the ones who make threats after losing; the truly terrifying ones are those who haven't uttered a single word, but have already put a knife to your throat."

Lin Yuqing nodded, her brows furrowing deeply.

Bathed in the evening sunlight, the two people cast long shadows behind them as they slowly walked out of the building.