Translator: _Min_
[The admiration for my wife’s muscular arms is beyond words; she could easily outmatch a hundred like .]
[Can you believe the weight she’s carrying? I’m struggling with just ten squats at my own weight, and here she is, effortlessly squatting a hundred kilograms.
Is she even human?]
[“Listen to Qingqing — reject body anxiety! Be happy with who you are, as long as it doesn’t harm your health.]
Before long, the hashtag #SiFuqingWeightlifting soared to the top of the entertainnt charts.
Fitness equipnt stores were pleasantly surprised to see a sudden spike in dumbbell sales, though sowhat puzzled by this unexpected trend.
anwhile, at the headquarters of Speed Sports.
Xu Jingshan was fuming, having failed to receive news of the success from his dispatched bodyguard. Instead, he watched in disbelief as Si Fuqing once again climbed the trending charts, gaining more followers.
“Where are they? Are they all dead?” Xu Jingshan roared, kicking over a chair in rage. “A bunch of incompetents!”
His assistant, wiping sweat from his brow, nervously inford, “President Xu, we’ve tried contacting them but to no avail. They must have failed.”
“Obviously,” Xu Jingshan snapped, his anger reaching its peak. “She’s already posted on social dia, she’s obviously escaped. Send more people; I want her dead. ”
The assistant hurriedly left to carry out the orders.
Sitting at his desk, Xu Jingshan took a deep breath as he watched his company’s stock plumt. He summoned the sales and finance departnts.
“What have you all been doing?” he thundered, slamming his fist on the table. “We’ve faced challenges from other companies before. Why can’t we hold steady this ti?”
“The situation is dire, President Xu,” the sales director reported, lips pressed tightly. “Our online and flagship store orders have been canceled by eighty percent.
Speed Sports, established for over a decade, had never faced such a crisis.
Xu Jingshan, a master of public relations, had engaged in nurous charitable acts, earning him the title of Outstanding Entrepreneur last year.
The company had thrived by offering affordable products. Though not expensive, their high sales volu had significantly boosted Xu Jingshan’s wealth.
But now, a new product launch that had seen over twenty thousand online sales at noon the previous day had catastrophically dropped to a re thousand.
The loss wasn’t just in custors, but in materials and manpower.
“Our financial stability is under attack,” the finance director added. “We can’t keep the stock from falling.”
“President Xu, there’s more bad news!” the assistant burst in, panic-stricken.
“Our spokesperson wants to terminate their contract with us.”
Xu Jingshan barked, “The contract isn’t over yet. Why terminate it?”
“They’d rather pay the penalty than continue,” the assistant said with, his voice filled with difficulty. “They’ve already issued a termination notice.”
Collapsing into his chair, Xu Jingshan gritted his teeth, “Let it be. Stabilize the situation, even if it ans losing so money.”
He believed that given ti, the public’s mory would fade, and he could rise again.
After all, even the controversial NT brand had maintained good sales in the Great Xia market until it was forced out.
“You needn’t exert yourself so, President Xu.” Just then, a voice rang out. “Speed Sports will soon no longer be yours.”
Several shareholders entered the room.
Xu Jingshan’s expression changed drastically, “How dare you to take advantage of my misfortune?”
“Don’t put it so harshly,” one of the shareholders replied. “It’s a fair trade.
You’ve driven a good company to this state; can’t we choose soone else?”
Sensing sothing amiss, Xu Jingshan asked sharply, “What have you done?”
The sound of a wheelchair broke the tense silence.
Feng San wheeled in Yu Xiheng.
The man was strikingly handso, with features like a finely painted portrait.
Yet, the air of ruthlessness he exuded made it hard to breathe. The shareholders turned, their deanor respectful, “Mr. Yu.”
Xu Jingshan’s face drained of color, and his pupils contracted sharply.
A Yu, in a wheelchair.
The enigmatic ninth son of the Yu family.
To the world, he was known simply as ‘the cripple.’
But even a cripple from the Yu family was not to be underestimated.
The Yu family, a century-old aristocratic heritage.
How could Speed Sports, rely a few decades old, compare?
The shareholder, with a sardonic smile, revealed a shocking truth to Xu Jingshan. “We’ve transferred all our shares to Mr. Yu. Your company will have new leadership, and as for you, Xu Jingshan, you’re headed for imprisonnt.” Xu Jingshan’s mind ground to a halt, disbelief etched on his face. “Wh-What?”
“Brother Nine,” Feng San interjected with icy resolve, “the n from yesterday confessed. They were acting under Xu Jingshan’s orders. He wanted Miss Sit s life.”
As the final words fell, Yu Xiheng turned his gaze towards Xu Jingshan.
His deanor remained composed, yet his presence bore down like an oppressive force.
Xu Jingshan felt his legs buckle, collapsing to the floor with a thud.
The reality he faced was beyond his comprehension.
The Yu family, targeting his company because of his actions towards Si Fuqing?
The connection between Si Fuqing and the Yu family was unfathomable.
“Mhmm,” Yu Xiheng replied coolly, propping his head, eyes half-closed. “Let’s proceed according to the law.”
“Attempted murder, he won’t be seeing the outside world again anyti soon,” Feng San added with a cold laugh. Xu Jingshan trembled, trying to speak, “Mr. Yu, I… I…”
His thoughts were in disarray.
Si Fuqing, a seemingly background -less idol, was connected to the Yu family?
Regardless of the nature of their relationship, even if she were rely a hidden benefactor’s songbird, she was untouchable for him.
“What ‘1’?” Feng San pressed Xu Jingshan’s head to the ground with a slap. “Do you an to say if you had known about Miss Sits relationship with our master, you wouldn’t have dared to act? Spare . I’ve heard such excuses too often. Why didn’t you think before you acted?”
Such is often the way of the small-minded, only realizing their folly when it’s too late.
Xu Jingshan lay drained of strength, his eyes void of life, his mind shattered by the revelation.
No wonder Si Fuqing was so bold last night.
The backing of the Yu family!
Feng San lifted Xu Jingshan, his voice icy, “Be grateful Miss Si felt asleep last night; otherwise, your end would have been far worse.”
Yu Xiheng maneuvered his wheelchair, signaling their departure, “Let’s go.”
Xu Jingshan, in a sudden outburst, scread, “Yes, you have the wealth to acquire my painstakingly built company! Speed Sports was established in MO City and is protected by local laws! What right do you have to ddle in affairs of the Central Plains?”
The vast lands of Great Xia were divided into five states, each with its own talent protection plans to support young entrepreneurs.
As an outstanding entrepreneur, Xu Jingshan was naturally part of the Central Plains talent protection program.
“You’re just a mber of the Yu family, aren’t you? But the Yu family’s business isn’t yours!” Xu Jingshan protested vehently. “You have no right!”
After his defiant proclamation, Xu Jingshan saw Feng San looking at him with a peculiar gaze.
Finally, Yu Xiheng opened his eyes.
With a light tap of his slender fingers, he spoke in a cool tone, “Ask MO Yanwen to co here now.”
MO Yanwen, the current head of the MO family!
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