coobybook Chapter 445 I Will Become the Daughter-in-law of a Wealthy Family
Chapter 445 I Will Become the Daughter-in-law of a Wealthy Family
Mu's father glared at Mu Chen: "That's not all, what else do you want?"
"No, Dad, I don't mean anything else. I just want to ask you, do you have any ideas about the next daughter-in-law?"
Muchen looked well-behaved.
“How dare I have any idea?
If I had an idea, I would go back to the beginning and you and Sirong would not get divorced!!!"
Seeing Mu's father snorting, Mu Chen smiled happily: "Dad, does what you said mean that you approve of Sirong?"
"Hmph!" Dad Mu turned his head and ignored him.
To be honest, at the beginning, Mu's father was a little dissatisfied with Sirong.
How should I put it? Sirong was a little too ordinary at that time, and when her daughter-in-law and stepmother had nothing to do, she would dig some holes.
Mu's father disliked Sirong even more.
He recognized that Sirong was a good girl, but he felt that since their family had reached this status, his son should marry a better woman.
Now think about it, do you think he was just bored at that time?
The couple has a good relationship, why does he have to interfere?
It doesn’t matter whether it’s good or not, doesn’t it mean that your son should like it?
I insisted on intervening, and as a result, the girlfriends my son found later all had good family backgrounds and status, but none of them was suitable to be the daughter-in-law of the Mu family.
孽 孽!
What should he say now?
You said that I don’t like any of the wives you’ve changed?
Or was it that I was wrong back then? Sirong is a good person, and it's all my fault?
What if this person is old?
I always feel that my skin is starting to become thinner.
Ask him to apologize and admit his mistake to a junior, but he can't do it!
In the last few seconds before the crack in the door was about to disappear, behind the door, Mu's father spoke in an extremely awkward voice, as if every word was squeezed out of his throat.
The sound, repeatedly crushed by tongue and teeth, came out muffled and rough, with a hint of self-abandonment, penetrating the cracks in the wood and smashing out:
"You...if you can reconcile with Sirong..." The words suddenly stopped, and the pause was extremely abrupt.
As if struggling with some invisible force, he gritted his teeth and continued after a moment: "That...that's the best!"
As soon as he said this, the door was suddenly pulled inwards and was about to slam shut.
But at the last moment before the door completely closed, a few words rushed out from the crack of the door, so low that they were almost drowned out by the friction of the door panels:
"At the beginning...I was wrong."
The voice was hoarse, filled with unprecedented embarrassment and difficulty.
Muchen, who was locked outside the door, silently made a gesture to himself!
The next second, he turned around abruptly, his steps as light as if he were on a spring, and rushed down the stairs with an irrepressible spirit.
Sirong, who was still sorting documents in the office, heard Muchen telling her about Mu's father's behavior just now.
Hearing what Mu Chen said, Mu's father was so angry that he was shaking and inexplicably wanted to laugh.
"It's almost time for us to torment the old man. Why don't we just stop here?" Si Rong looked at Muchen.
"Sure," he shrugged, his fingertips casually fiddling with the pens in the pen holder, "I have no objection." That casualness showed his calmness as if everything was under control.
Sirong nodded slightly, as if she was not surprised by the answer.
She casually picked up a document on the table, her eyes fell on it, and suddenly something occurred to her: "Stepmother...how is she...doing so?"
The signing pen in Muchen's hand flipped flexibly between his slender and powerful fingers, and the silver pen drew cold and smooth arcs under the light.
His movements were leisurely, but beneath that leisurelyness lay a heart-pounding sense of control.
Just as the pen fell into his palm again and he held the end of the pen firmly, Muchen finally spoke.
The voice was not loud, and the tone could even be described as calm, without the slightest ripple.
"rest assured."
"She and her son..." Muchen's ending tone dragged out a little, with a barely perceptible chill.
"They'll get what they deserve."
The pen between his fingers stopped, and the tip of the pen paused subtly in the air.
Then, the corners of his lips curled up in a cold, extremely light arc, and he added: "You can only... get that one."
Sirong looked at him quietly without asking any further questions.
She believed that Muchen could still handle this matter.
"Then come home for dinner tomorrow?" Muchen put down the pen in his hand and looked at Sirong.
Si Rong also put down the documents in her hand, crossed her fingers and placed them on her chin. After thinking for a while, she looked at Mu Chen and said, "How about you bring Mu's father here tomorrow?
How about we show him the new factory?"
"That's fine! I can just tell him where the previous check went." Mu Chen smiled when he mentioned this: "Don't look at the old guy pretending to be generous, he is actually very stingy.
I don't know how long the old man felt bad about the money he gave away before! "
Having said that, Sirong also laughed.
It was precisely because she knew Mu's father very well that she thought of asking Mu Chen to bring him here to see her.
On the one hand, it was to let Mu's father know that the money he gave out was not spent on love affairs.
On the one hand, I want to let Mu's father see that the future development of the new energy industry is promising.
For people like Mu's father, if the money is used to make money, he won't feel sorry for taking out any amount.
If this money is used for consumption, he will feel pain every penny spent.
The next day's plan went smoothly.
When Mu's father got out of the car, there was a little embarrassment on his face.
When he saw Sirong, his facial expression was quite stiff.
But Sirong pretended not to see it, and took Mu's father with a smile to visit the factory and assembly line.
Explain to Mu's father in detail their future development direction.
During the conversation, Mu's father's attention was attracted by those electronic components, and the slight embarrassment from before was of course gone.
When they returned to Sirong's office, Mu's father had not yet come out of the bustling and prosperous factory.
He is an old businessman, although he doesn't know much about those professional things.
However, he still has a clear view of the future development direction of new energy batteries.
In the office, Sirong poured tea for Mu's father and then took out a share allocation document for him.
“These shares are now all written in Muchen’s name.
If Dad wants to transfer it to your own name, I'll let Muchen and you handle the formalities."
Mu's father took the document from Sirong and looked at it curiously: "What does this mean?"
Sirong smiled but said nothing: "It's nothing, these shares are the breakup fee you gave me before."
"Nonsense, what I gave you before is yours, why is Mu Chen's name written on it?" Mu's father was angry.