The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 411: 411: The incident of that year comes to light, Xu Jiuru's miserable condition (first update)

Chapter 411: 411: The incident of that year comes to light, Xu Jiuru’s miserable condition (first update)

She did not answer the question, appearing confident and composed as she asked, “Grandma, you’re here for the 10% of the shares I hold, aren’t you?”

Xu Jiuru didn’t beat around the bush and admitted openly, “Lin already holds 42%. If we add your 10%, we would control more than half of the shares, and the Jiang Family would be able to hold the operational rights.”

Including the shares from the second branch, Jiang Xiaolin held only 28%. To centralize the shares, Xu Jiuru had transferred the 10% under Jiang Wei’er and an additional 4% from a side branch of the Jiang Family to Jiang Xiaolin, but it still wasn’t enough. Lu Xinglan held 43% of the shares, or more precisely 48%, because Ming Hongwei was under his command.

“Are you trying to make me hand over my shares to my cousin?”

Her words were soft, like a gentle knife.

Xu Jiuru had raised her for over two decades and didn’t realize she had this side, “It’s not about giving them to him for nothing; you can name your terms, anything you want, Grandma will satisfy.”

Was she playing the family card now?

Xu Jiuru appeared regretful, and her eyes were full of guilt as she looked at Jiang Fuxi, “Previously, it was Grandma’s fault. I thought you only liked painting, so I didn’t let you enter the company. If you truly like business, you can choose any of our subsidiaries.”

Xu Jiuru thought it was her ambition driving her actions.

Jiang Fuxi gently asked, “So I can only pick what my cousin didn’t choose, right?”

Xu Jiuru was frightened and suddenly realized that she’d been nurturing wolves with gaping jaws all around her, each one more ambitious and ruthless than the next.

“Fuxi,” she cried, her face filled with sorrow, “please, as a favor to your grandma, the Jiang Family is my life’s work; it can’t fall into the hands of outsiders.”

“Are you pleading with me?”

What a melodramatic scene.

Jiang Fuxi smiled, her gaze cold and impenetrable; no light could shine through. Her pupils were deep and ink-dark, chillingly observing Xu Jiuru, “Is this how you ask for a favor?”

Xu Jiuru was dumbfounded.

She had underestimated her; this granddaughter she raised herself was more ruthless than she could have imagined.

“Aren’t you going to kneel?” Jiang Fuxi asked with a smile, clearly coercing, but in a way as gentle as a drizzle, as if making small talk.

Xu Jiuru dabbed at her tears with a handkerchief, choking up, “Fuxi, what has gotten into you?”

How had she revealed her sharp fangs so suddenly?

Jiang Fuxi was indifferent to her vulnerability, sitting gracefully, “The shares my cousin holds along with Wei’er’s, plus mine, and the 4% from the Jiang Family’s side branch, if we gather them all, we would definitely control more than half. So you daringly gave your shares to Jiang Zhi, and another 5% to Baidex Medical Equipment, you planned well, but all this while you forgot one thing.” She lifted her eyes, gazing at Xu Jiuru, “My surname isn’t Jiang; it’s Ning.”

Xu Jiuru paled, stunned, and in her flurry, she knocked over her teacup, “Who told you all this?”

Then Gui entered.

She set Xu Jiuru’s cup right and refilled it with tea. “Old Madam,” as she wiped the spilled tea from the table, the usual, deep-seeded hatred and aversion slowly revealed themselves. She spoke slowly and said, “Ah Hua isn’t my distant nephew; he’s my son.”

She was widowed early, and Ah Hua’s father was her deceased husband’s brother, a relationship that could not be exposed, so she kept it hidden, even from Xu Jiuru. Later, she took a long leave and secretly gave birth to her child in the countryside. Unwilling to abandon him, she had him fostered at a relative’s home. Twenty-six years ago, she brought her son to her side and secured him a job at the Jiang Family.

Xu Jiuru was in disbelief, pointing at Gui, trembling all over, “You, all of you—”

Gui cut her off, “Ah Hua was truly in love with Miss Wei Ning, but you said my Ah Hua was a toad wanting to eat swan meat, having eyes but failing to see his reflection.”

When she heard these words, she had a murderous thought to kill this old lady.

“Do you know why Miss Wei Ning was depressed?” Gui Family confronted Xu Jiuru aggressively, “because she also knew that Ah Hua was killed by you.”

At that time, the Jiang Family didn’t know that Jiang Wei Ning was pregnant. Xu Jiuru thought that as long as Ning Zhehua was gone, Jiang Wei Ning would obey and would willingly enter into a marriage alliance.

But she underestimated her own daughter, who secretly got pregnant.

Xu Jiuru finally understood, “No wonder Changfang had Weixuan’s suicide note, it turns out you two were up to mischief.” She glared at the Gui Family, her eyes fierce, “You also switched Jiang Zhi’s medicine, didn’t you?”

And Qin Shiyu…

The person Xu Jiuru least guarded against was Jiang Chuan, followed by Gui Family. Jiang Chuan handled external affairs, while Gui Family managed internal affairs. They each performed their duties without interfering with each other; she trusted her so much…

“Old Madam, don’t you believe in fate?” Gui Family, with a somewhat hunched back, stepped forward, “This is all your retribution.”

No!

It was their ambitious and ruthless nature!

Xu Jiuru suddenly stood up, her eyes full of raging bloodshot, “Fuxi, do you really believe this old witch’s words?”

Jiang Fuxi sat, holding a teacup lid, flicking the tea leaves floating on the surface, “At first I didn’t believe it, but after seeing you teach Jiang Zhi those shady tricks I did, Xu Jiuru, this is just like you. As soon as someone gets in your way, or slips out of your control, even if it’s your own flesh and blood, you would carve out their flesh.”

Xu Jiuru’s eyes widened, ready to explode in rage, she loudly denied, “That’s not true—”

“You are; you are selfish and self-serving, only loving yourself.”

In this world, no one understood Xu Jiuru better than Jiang Fuxi.

“You drugged Jiang Zhi to make him deal with the Lu family, not to avenge your amorously deceased son; you just couldn’t stand losing to Lin Qiunan, you hated her for stealing the man you loved, hated that her son outclassed yours.”

Xu Jiuru yelled, “Shut up!” Her forehead’s veins bulged tightly, her facial features contorted, “Just shut up!”

Jiang Fuxi laughed, her eyes filled with the exhilaration and excitement of revenge, “I’ve hit the nail on the head, haven’t I? Stop pretending to be a loving mother. Whether it’s Jiang Weixuan or my own mother, neither compares to your self-interest.”

Ultimately, it was driven by a desire for revenge.

“You’re pleading with me now, not to help Lin regain power, but because Lin Qiunan has outdone you again, hurting your damn pride and sense of superiority, right?”

“Jiang Fuxi!” Xu Jiuru roared, her temples graying, her hair disheveled like a madwoman, she cursed without any dignity, “You ungrateful wretch!”

“Ungrateful wretch, again?” Jiang Fuxi scoffed, “Why do you always let the wolf into the house?”

First it was Jiang Zhi, and then her, both were wolves ready to bite.

Xu Jiuru swayed unsteadily, grabbing the table, her steps faltering, her lips turning blue, her forehead covered in cold sweat, “What exactly do you want from me? Want to kill me to avenge your father?”

Kill her?

That would be letting her off too easily.

“You want my shares, don’t you? Kneel down and beg me, and I might consider it.”