The Divorced Wife of the Richest Man is Reborn

Chapter 140

Yan Peiheng had a long talk with Liu Xiuying first before inviting all the leaders to come.

The old man must have already threatened Liu Xiuying, so although she was resentful, she didn't dare to speak up and could only sit silently on the balcony listening. When Chen Meilan passed by, she forced a difficult smile and said, "If you're not feeling well, you should go rest. Among all our daughters-in-law, except for me, everyone seems to be in poor health."

How unpleasant were those words?

"Since sister-in-law is in good health, why don't you do more work and cook for us?" Chen Meilan swayed her hips as she went into the bedroom.

Liu Xiuying wanted to cook and show her capabilities, but she didn't dare. Yan Peiheng had drawn a clear line, ordering her to stay on the balcony and not go anywhere.

If she made a move, she could forget about going abroad in the future.

Yan Peiheng's way of handling things exemplified the most qualified and impeccable leadership style.

Although family matters are private affairs, it's like becoming a celebrity or public figure - you must accept society's attention and various voices from all directions. In Yan Peiheng's position, it would be too easy in this era to engage in corruption, bribery, or use various means to make money.

It would also be easier to be deceived or trapped.

Just like with Gu Xiao this time - once something went wrong, it would shame the entire military.

That's why he called all the leadership team members, including Commander Liu, to discuss Yan Jun's case.

He wanted to openly discuss the indictment and how to handle Yan Jun with everyone.

"The father-son relationship must be severed. This is my only request as an old father who has been loyal to the Party and country for many years. I've already filed a lawsuit about this with the military court. As for his mother's inheritance that he stole, Yan Jun gave this money as compensation, and I've accepted it," Yan Peiheng said frankly.

Liu Xiuying was playing with a fake necklace that Jim had bought her. The child had played with it for so long that the gold plating had worn off, revealing a reddish-yellow layer - just brass underneath.

But this was bought by her son, who firmly believed it must be someone's family heirloom.

She also had a copy of "Children's Digest" in her arms, and she had read Jim's article in it several times.

At this moment, she felt grateful to Chen Meilan, and somewhat grateful to Yan Peiheng.

After all, when the child is doing well, everything is fine.

But when she heard Yan Peiheng say he would accept that money, the fake gold necklace slipped from her hands and fell to the ground with a clang.

Liu Xiuying found it laughable - Yan Jun had written books his whole life and only earned 80,000 dollars, and Yan Peiheng was still human? Wasn't he supposed to be the one who hated evil most and despised Americans and dollars the most? Yet he was going to accept the money?

And then there was Yan Jun.

Liu Xiuying trembled with anger, hating herself for being so blind as to have followed Yan Jun.

80,000 dollars would have been enough for their family to live very well in America, so why did Yan Jun bring it back?

This was the eighteenth floor, and the window was open. If she climbed out and held onto the railing, she could hold on for a while.

Liu Xiuying was determined not to let Yan Peiheng keep the money, even though she realized her child could be just as successful living in China, even though she knew deep down that Yan Peiheng kept Jim for the child's own good.

But the money was her lifeline, and no one could touch it.

She had to make a scene, right now.

She would threaten suicide, and those old leaders would surely work together to pull her back.

She wanted to return to America, and she must take the money with her - she would never leave it to Yan Peiheng.

Just then, Little Lang came over, holding two small ice cream cones and taking bites from both sides.

Seeing Liu Xiuying reaching for the window, he asked, "Aunt, what are you trying to do?"

"Jump off the building, commit suicide," Liu Xiuying said angrily.

Little Lang was very surprised: "Then you should wait for Jim, he said he wants to commit suicide too."

Liu Xiuying froze: "What?"

"He said suicide is liberation, and he wants to jump too. But Aunt, children in our family don't jump off buildings because Mom said if we do, our heads will splatter like rotten watermelons, and we'll never be able to eat ice cream, watch videos, or play with other kids again, so we stay far away from windows," Little Lang said.

Mike was always talking about suicide, constantly saying he wanted to liberate himself and his parents.

How did Jim develop such an attitude too?

Liu Xiuying stood there stunned.

At this moment, the "Children's Digest" that had fallen to the ground was blown open by the wind.

Her eyes fell on the last paragraph, where Jim had written:

Mom once gave me an article topic called "God Bless America," but I thought about it for a long time and didn't know what to write, because in America, I was like a bird in a cage. I've seen the beautiful sunset on the West Coast beaches, but only on TV, so I don't know what it feels like to be blown by the sea breeze. I've also seen beautiful green lawns, but those belong to rich people's golf courses. I could only smell the fresh grass but never knew what it felt like to step on it.

But about China, I have endless things to write about. I remember the locust trees and blue sky I saw when I was drunk, I've tasted the spicy snacks that make you want to cry yet feel happy, and my brother Little Wang and I have walked every inch of Xiping City. Although Mom says America is the symbol of freedom, China is the place that gave me freedom.

God bless China, I hope it gets better and better, because this is, in my heart, truly a sacred land of freedom and democracy!

The article is titled "God Bless My China"!

Liu Xiuying slumped back down.

At this time, Yan Peiheng continued: "As everyone knows, our military region has been sincere in dealing with Singaporean businessman Gu Xiao, showing great tolerance by coordinating his return to China and allowing him to invest in military factories. My daughter-in-law earns 100 yuan, of which 49 must be given to him, but this time, despite our thorough preparations, he stood us up."

Everyone knew this, and they all nodded in silence.

They had been humiliated!

The military region had invited him so sincerely, but he had given them a resounding slap in the face.

For these old soldiers who had participated in the Korean War and shed blood at the 38th parallel, this was an extreme insult.

Liu Xiuying was still listening intently, but she was thinking to herself - what did this have to do with Yan Jun's money?

Gu Xiao was Yan Peiheng's own creation, and Liu Xiuying thought he deserved it.

If she wasn't afraid that her making a scene would cause Jim to jump with her, she wouldn't just be sitting there.

Waiting for doom!

At this moment, Yan Peiheng reached out and slapped the hundred thousand dollars, making loud clapping sounds: "Just a few days ago, I lay awake all night wondering what to do about the milk powder factory. The milk powder market is so chaotic now, no one is producing good milk powder. Our military-grade milk powder is of unquestionable quality, but without money to invest in production, what can we do? I even considered personally begging Gu Xiao to invest, but... now we have money. This money was brought back from America by Yan Jun, earned by taking all of his mother's inheritance, so it belongs to my wife Su Wen. The reason I accepted this money is that I want to invest it in Food Factory 81 in the name of my grandchildren. Whether it's enough or not, with this money, the factory should be able to start up."

Everyone was silent.

Their eyes were on the hundred thousand dollars.

Suddenly, Minister Cui said, "Yan Jun once said that he went to America to raise his child there, to learn their advanced knowledge and return to serve the country. He took the money, brought the child back - he did what he said."

The retired Commander Liu felt quite ashamed and said, "This money from Yan Jun can help save face for our military region. It wasn't easy!"

Chen Meilan, who had been lying in bed reading comics with a face mask on, sat up straight.

She had guessed that Yan Peiheng wanted to invest the money in Food Factory 81, but she almost dropped her face mask in shock. Converted to RMB, it would be one million - enough for the milk powder factory to import various advanced equipment and start production lines.

She had Yan Xishan and Hu Xiaohua; as long as they could produce products, they could first engage in a zero-profit price war to cultivate and capture the market. Within three years, they should be able to break even and maintain factory production.

More importantly, this factory would belong entirely to their family and not be subject to anyone's control.

However, Liu Xiuying probably wouldn't agree and would likely strongly oppose it.

At this moment, she was still sitting on the balcony, motionless. Chen Meilan guessed she must be furious by now.

There was still the lawsuit to consider. Commander Liu had already retired, but for the sake of his child, he had to say something nice: "If that's the case, Peiheng, don't sue Yan Jun. Forget about severing the father-son relationship. Let it go. After all, the child has given you money."

Minister Cui also said, "Why don't we drop it? As long as Yan Jun is willing to stay..."

Minister Gao immediately interrupted them: "Senior leaders, I know you mean well, but regarding policy matters, you're misleading our old General Yan. If they don't sever the father-son relationship, General Yan definitely won't be elected next term. I advocate for severing the father-son relationship because I support General Yan serving another term!"

"Yes, yes, the lawsuit should proceed, but regarding the inheritance, don't sue Yan Jun," Minister Xu said.

Those who supported the lawsuit were the ones who wanted Yan Peiheng to serve another term and were willing to support him.

At this point, their voices became the majority opinion.

Liu Xiuying was sweating nervously. Once Yan Peiheng made up his mind, it was usually impossible to change it.

Sure enough, he said, "For my wife's sake, I must file the lawsuit."

Liu Xiuying slumped back in her seat, but her eyes suddenly lit up as she thought of a new idea.

...

After the discussion concluded, everyone left.

Chen Meilan was quite surprised because when Yan Peiheng said he would invest all the money in the food factory, Liu Xiuying should have been furious.

That was Yan Jun's money, which technically meant it was hers.

But until Yan Peiheng's colleagues left, Liu Xiuying hadn't said a word.

Instead, as soon as everyone left, she slipped into the bedroom with a smile and said, "Meilan, I heard you're running Food Factory 81?"

...

"Keep up the good work, sister-in-law. I have faith in you. You did so well with Factory 271, and I believe you can do just as well with the milk powder factory," Liu Xiuying added.

Chen Meilan understood immediately when she saw that fawning smile.

This woman was an accountant. She had seen the profits from Factory 271 and recognized the enormous potential and room for growth in China's economic market. She realized that even if the money was invested, the shares would belong to her children, so it would still be hers.

Even if Yan Peiheng insisted on giving shares to all the grandchildren, her three children versus Yan Zhao's two meant she would still hold the majority.

The money would still be under her control.

And with Chen Meilan at the helm, the milk powder factory's profitability was just a matter of time.

That's why she wasn't making a fuss and seemed so happy.

But while the money issue was resolved, there was still Yan Jun to consider.

She tugged at Chen Meilan's arm and said, "But Meilan, what about your elder brother's situation?"

Since the hard approach didn't work, she was trying the soft approach. Yan Peiheng valued Chen Meilan so highly, this matter would only work with her help!

Chen Meilan said, "Sister-in-law, Father won't make any concessions for you, that's just his personality, but I think you could approach the judges. You've heard of 'borrowing the tiger's might,' right?"

If Yan Jun were to be sentenced, Yan Peiheng would be wielding a double-edged sword, one end piercing Yan Jun and the other piercing himself - how could he not suffer?

Ever since Chen Meilan came to the capital, Yan Peiheng had spent every night sitting by the window, sleepless, staring outside, often gazing at childhood photos of the three Yan brothers lost in thought.

That was his own son, who had cooked for him and cleaned for him when he was young. Father and son had relied on each other for many years. If it weren't for love and pain, why would he be sleepless and sad?

Although he strongly demanded a prison sentence, the case was being tried by the court and judged by judges. If Liu Xiuying used Yan Peiheng's name to privately appeal to the judges, explaining the old man's current suffering - with Yan Peiheng being such a high-ranking leader, how could the judges actually sentence Yan Jun?

By the time the verdict came out, Yan Peiheng's anger should have subsided, and the couple could return to America, wouldn't that work?

Liu Xiuying had once marveled at Chen Meilan's business management abilities.

She had thought then that this woman was so capable that even Gu Xiao couldn't outmaneuver her.

Now look, she was equally skilled at giving advice on family matters?

How had she not thought of "borrowing the tiger's might" herself?

But there was another point - as soon as Liu Xiuying had come upstairs earlier, Yan Peiheng had told her that he wanted to keep Jim, and if John and Mike wanted to return, this house would be their home. He would pay for their living expenses, but he wouldn't allow Liu Xiuying to continue educating the children in her current way. He would welcome any children who wanted to return to China and would accept them.

He had also told Liu Xiuying that his previous wrong approach to parenting had spoiled Yan Jun, and this was his way of making amends for his past debt. He didn't want the children to be ruined in Yan Jun's hands.

But Liu Xiuying's own struggles in raising the children were also aimed at helping them succeed.

Education in America was much better than in China, but Yan Peiheng was stubborn - what could she do?

However, now there were five children in total, and if the shares were divided equally, her children would still hold the majority. For the sake of the shares, Chen Meilan might want to keep the children.

So she tentatively said, "Meilan, Father wants to keep Jim. I think you must not want that, right? You're already so busy with three children."

Sure enough, Chen Meilan replied, "I'd love that! Jim is so well-behaved and likes to help around the house. He likes me and enjoys life in China. He doesn't need to study too much, can go out to play with other children, and watch videos on weekends. In his words, living in America is like being in prison, but in China, he feels very free. He finds inspiration for his writing, and when he plays violin, Yuanyuan accompanies him. He feels really happy here."

Liu Xiuying had been smiling, but her smile gradually froze.

The children's shares were the majority stake, so in Chen Meilan's eyes, they were now golden tickets.

Chen Meilan didn't just want Jim, she wanted John and Mike too.

Dream on!

Liu Xiuying left the bedroom and entered the living room, smiling at Yan Peiheng: "Father, I've been thinking a lot today. I feel that our previous parenting philosophy might have been wrong. I'll learn from Meilan from now on. I'll discuss with her about how to educate the children, but I must take Jim with me, okay? After all, I am the children's birth mother, don't you agree?"

Leaving Yan Jun's money in China to invest in the milk powder factory.

This was a debt that Liu Xiuying and her husband had owed in front of Su Wen. She didn't want to give the money or repay the debt, and she would never admit she was wrong, but investment would bring greater returns, so she was willing.

However, she absolutely had to take her son with her.

Look at Little Wang and Little Lang - after living with Chen Meilan for a while, did they even remember their birth mother?

For this reason alone, Liu Xiuying had to take Jim with her.

How could she let someone else reap the benefits of a child she had raised for ten years?

For this, she was willing to temporarily humble herself.

Yan Peiheng remained silent. It was time for dinner, and he gestured for Little Wang to set out bowls and chopsticks for Liu Xiuying as well.

Not talking during meals was Yan Peiheng's house rule - no one spoke at the dinner table.

Just as they finished eating, someone knocked on the door. A young military officer entered and said, "Colonel Yan, let's go. The paperwork has been approved, we can do the shooting tonight."

They had been in the capital for exactly three days, and Little Lang's grandfather had submitted the request for live ammunition shooting practice.

The military district's live firing range wasn't like a marketplace where anyone could enter - outsiders needed approval to get in.

Today, the approval had finally come through.

This would be Little Lang's first time going, and the range supervisor not only brought Little Lang's entry permit and ticket but also gave Chen Meilan's family several visitor passes so they could go observe.

Chen Meilan had seen Yan Zhao's gun and watched him practice with lead bullets, but she had never seen live ammunition firing.

She had never seen how real guns were fired, so this was perfect - she could take all the children to watch.

Yan Peiheng made himself a cup of tea and gestured for Liu Xiuying and Jim to enter the study - presumably to have a good talk with mother and son.

Education, life's most important test, concerned not only oneself but also the children's future.

Liu Xiuying's apparent submission had earned her an opportunity - a chance for Yan Peiheng to be willing to talk with her.

The whole family was heading to the firing range.

In the elevator, Yan Zhao suddenly asked Little Wang, "By the way, do you know what place you got in the Math Olympiad?"

The Math Olympiad results normally took a week to come out. Zhou Xueqin was eager to know Lu Dabao's score and had specifically asked someone to find out, but how would Little Wang know?

Full of confidence, he still thought he could get first place.

"My mom promised me that if I get first place in the exams, she'll let me invest my own money. I have to get first place," Little Wang said defiantly. "What's the problem, Dad? Don't you agree?"

Yan Zhao smirked, showing a rare mischievous expression. "Agree, I completely agree. Let's wait for the results. If you don't get first place, don't even think about making such a ridiculous request to your mom." Then, he whispered to Chen Meilan, "You can rest assured, he got third place."

Chen Meilan suddenly realized the issue. Little Wang's potential business partner was going to become the richest man in the country.

But Little Wang had his pride. If he really got third place, he probably wouldn't ask her for investment.

No wonder Yan Zhao was smirking.

What should she do? Should she tell Yan Zhao that the seemingly childlike, skinny, and short man Little Wang was talking to would become the richest man in the country?

If Little Wang invested in his company, he might never need to struggle again and could live a life of luxury.

This was the first time Chen Meilan considered telling Yan Zhao about her reincarnation.

Should she change her current lifestyle for money?

The future of China would not only have one richest man. There would be those in real estate, e-commerce, and the internet. With her knowledge from her previous life's business school education, Chen Meilan could easily capitalize on these opportunities.

She was about to ride the wave and soar.

But should she tell Yan Zhao about her reincarnation?

Before she knew it, they had arrived at the shooting range.

This place was Yan Zhao's favorite in this life. It had both outdoor and indoor sections, with a variety of guns on display, chosen personally by Yan Zhao to decide which one Little Lang should start training with.

After selecting a suitable one for Little Lang and having him follow an instructor, Yan Zhao picked one for himself. In Chen Meilan's eyes, it was the ugliest and most unattractive pistol among them.

"You've never seen me shoot, have you? Come, take a look," Yan Zhao said.

Compared to Yan Zhao, Chen Meilan was more interested in seeing how Little Lang was doing. However, Yan Zhao quickly added, "Sister-in-law was quite sincere earlier. Jim, do you think Dad won't stay?"

If Liu Xiuying was willing to change her educational approach and, after the change, John and Jim remained excellent children, as parents, Yan Jun and Liu Xiuying would be happy and would adjust their strategies. After all, children are best raised by their biological parents.

Yan Zhao, though somewhat intelligent, was inherently weak when it came to family matters.

To him, Liu Xiuying hadn't made a fuss about Yan Peiheng investing in the dairy factory and was willing to change her attitude towards the children. The family harmony seemed excellent.

He felt his family was truly wonderful.

But in Chen Meilan's view, it wasn't like that.

If she hadn't advised Liu Xiuying to seek the judge's mercy and release Yan Wei,

If she hadn't done a good job raising Jim in Yanguan Village, would Liu Xiuying have awakened?

Just now, Chen Meilan had used reverse psychology, deliberately making Liu Xiuying feel she wanted to take her children, creating a sense of crisis that led her to agree to change.

People's mentality changes with circumstances.

There was no such thing as calm seas and peace in the world. Without Chen Meilan, these issues might have been argued about for a long time.

But, to Yan Zhao, there was no need to mention these things.

Holding an ugly pistol, Yan Zhao put on protective goggles for himself and Chen Meilan. Aiming at the target, he suddenly said, "I saw Zhou Xueqin today."

Oh, the man was confessing on his own.

Actually, Chen Meilan had seen it too. She had already hung up the phone but, fearing Yan Zhao would be embarrassed, she turned around and pretended to still be on the call.

"Mm," Chen Meilan said casually.

"Maybe people are inherently different. She can't live a good life, and it's her fault. You can be happy with me, and it's all because of you," Yan Zhao said, pulling the trigger. The bullet hit the target.

The gun was ugly, but it seemed to work well, as the bullet hit the bullseye.

With five bullets in total, Yan Zhao fired them all in one go, each hitting the bullseye. The shells ejected from the back, several hitting his face.

"This gun is ugly, but it works really well. Look, you hit every shot," Chen Meilan said in surprise.

Just then, a soldier practicing shooting came over and took over the conversation. "Sister, you might not know, but this is one of the worst guns in history. It's called the Mars. Although it has strong killing power, the recoil is enormous. I can't even hold it with my wrist strength. There are only 60 of these guns in the world, and very few people can handle them."

Chen Meilan wasn't concerned about how skilled Yan Zhao was. She was still thinking about whether to tell Yan Zhao that Little Wang's acquaintance was the future richest man.

Then he switched to another gun, a machine gun, which also seemed to be of poor quality, as Yan Zhao frowned while adjusting it.

Suddenly, he raised the gun and said, "Yesterday, when I was at the Party School, I ran into a friend who said Lu Jingyu recently borrowed a large sum of high-interest loans to buy land in the capital. But his connections aren't strong enough, so he might not get the land. If he doesn't, he won't be able to repay that money. This year alone, there have been seven or eight cases in the capital of people being run over because they couldn't repay high-interest loans."

Pausing, Yan Zhao added, "It's better to live a simple life. Don't get rich too early or too easily, like Lu Jingyu. Getting involved with high-interest loans will sooner or later lead to a fall."

Taking out loans for business was Lu Jingyu's habit.

But high-interest loans, under Chen Meilan's persuasion in her previous life, he hadn't dared to touch.

Real estate in the capital sounded like a lucrative business, but now acquiring land is like grabbing gold. It requires running connections, finding ways, and bribing.

If the money is spent and the land isn't acquired, the high-interest loans could cost him his life.

Lu Jingyu was rich, but he had become more reckless than in his previous life.

Thinking about this, Chen Meilan decided not to tell Yan Zhao about her reincarnation.

Making money is a matter of fate, but keeping it is even harder. Step by step, experiencing more setbacks, the accumulated wealth is less likely to be lost.

Opportunities are rare, but missing them is experience. If Little Wang misses this one, there will be another.

Giving children too much money too early can harm them if they can't control themselves.

For this reason, Chen Meilan calmed down. Let Little Wang make his own choices about the investment.

Yan Zhao and his son were fascinated by guns.

In the sweltering heat, the live-fire shooting range had no air conditioning. Little Lang was just starting to learn how to hold a real gun, not to mention the strength needed to hold it, the recoil of the bullets was nothing like air guns.

He had to wear thick bulletproof vests in the stuffy bulletproof shooting room.

The child was drenched in sweat when he came out, and when he took off his clothes, water dripped from his feet. Yuanyuan thought Little Lang had peed himself out of fear and quickly dragged the mischievous Little Wang away, fearing her brother would lose face.

If it were before, just getting close to Yuanyuan would make Yan Zhao change his expression.

But recently, Little Wang had behaved well, and his previous wild ambitions were no longer visible.

So Yan Zhao no longer glared at him.

How wonderful, a happy family.

On the way home, they ran into Secretary Mao waiting for the elevator.

"Secretary Mao, it's so late, what's the matter?" Yan Zhao asked.

"The leaders of the Investment Promotion Bureau called to say a businessman named Gu Xiao just arrived in the capital. Probably not used to the summer heat, he suddenly developed multiple organ failure and needs to be treated at 301. Emergency rescue requires a helicopter, and we need to apply for flight permission and coordinate with the hospital department heads..."

Gu Xiao was actually sick?

And with multiple organ failure?

For treating multiple organ failure, 301 was the best, a consensus among domestic hospital rankings.

Emergency rescue required a helicopter, and flying a helicopter in the capital needed coordination with multiple parties for approval.

Because this was within the military's flight defense area.

That's why the leaders of the Investment Promotion Bureau contacted Yan Peiheng.

But was it too late for Secretary Mao to rush to Yan Peiheng?

Fortunately, Secretary Mao quickly explained, "Commander Liu has already coordinated to dispatch a helicopter, obtain flight clearance, and notify the hospital department to urgently report for duty. So the hospital emergency personnel have already taken the helicopter to the hotel. Gu Xiao is not a military personnel, and unauthorized use of a helicopter requires our Commander Liu to report to higher authorities and explain the situation. I'm going to get his signature now!"

So, Gu Xiao, who had been playing the military district for a fool, was now critically ill, hanging on by a thread.

Was it still Yan Peiheng who coordinated to find doctors and arrange for the helicopter?

And Yan Peiheng didn't hesitate, didn't turn a blind eye to his plight, and didn't deliberately delay time.

Instead, he went out of his way to coordinate relationships and expedite the process for him?

When Gu Xiao wakes up, will he have the nerve to face it?