Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Thank you, Sister, but Lan Yun Entertainment doesn’t belong to me alone. I hope that I can do better with you in the future.”

Shen Fanxing smirked and said, “Since you said that you want to work hard for the company, why do you have to think of ways to get these shares from me?”

His indifferent words made Shen Qianrou feel awkward and her eyes twitched.

Shen Fanxing exposed her hypocrisy without hesitation. Since she wanted to gain more benefits and power, there was no need for her to say such words.

“I still have my own company to manage. Since Director Jiang trusts you so much, I hope you won’t disappoint her. As for me… I’ll be an idle shareholder. The bonus every year is not bad.”

Jiang Rongrong’s face darkened.

She had really touched a sore spot.

Shen Fanxing was still holding onto the 15% of shares. She held her breath.

After all that, she still had so many shares.

Shen Fan picked up the cup on the table and took a sip before saying calmly,

“Let’s continue. Aren’t we still discussing our dowry?”

Jiang Rongrong took a deep breath, unhappy that Shen Fanxing had led her by the nose.

Then, she leaned against the sofa and said coldly.

“We don’t have to touch the things your mother left for you. But don’t forget that your mother is still a member of the Shen family. The dowry she left for you naturally has a part of the Shen family.”

Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and sneered coldly.

“So, in order to be fair to Qianrou, your father and I will each give 8% of our shares to Qianrou! Do you have any objections?”

Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and asked, “What about me?”

Jiang Rongrong frowned. “Isn’t it enough for your grandfather to give you 15% of the shares? Don’t forget that you still have 650 million yuan in your pocket!”

“Ha…” Shen Fanxing suddenly sneered. “You’re using the Shen family’s money to buy my shares for Shen Qianrou! Do you think this is fair?”

Shen Fanxing rubbed her forehead and laughed helplessly. She rested her elbow on the armrest of the sofa lazily.

“Not only do I not have a dowry, but I also have to spend money to prepare a dowry for her? Am I her father or her mother?”

“How dare you!”

Just as Shen Fanxing finished speaking, Jiang Rongrong shouted angrily.

However, Shen Fanxing merely glanced at her before looking at Shen Qianrou.

“Or you can call me Dad or Mom now and I’ll be willing to prepare a dowry for you. How about that?”

Shen Qianrou’s face turned red. The smile on her face stiffened and was replaced by humiliation.

She bit her lips and looked at her aggrievedly.

“Sister…”

“Call me Mother.”

“Shen Fanxing!” Yang Liwei’s sharp voice sounded, followed by a gasp.

“Mom, Mom, don’t be agitated. It’s affecting your wound…” Shen Qianrou hurriedly looked at the wound on Yang Liwei’s mouth with heartache.

Yang Liwei endured the pain and glared at Shen Fanxing.

“No matter what, I’m your elder! Qianrou is my daughter! What do you take me for? You’re simply unfilial!”

Shen Fanxing said unhurriedly,

“Isn’t it that in your eyes, whoever gives you money is the bread and butter? That 650 million yuan should have at least 100 million yuan in it, right? Compared to your 20 million yuan, I can be her mother for five lifetimes!”