Volume One, Chapter 39: A Tremendous Piece of Good News!

The stream of cars flowed ceaselessly.

Yu Ting Fu stopped her vehicle at the intersection, her fingers unconsciously tapping on the steering wheel as her gaze pierced through the windshield, settling on the blurred halo of lights in the distance.

All that had transpired in the Lu family—the hypocrisy and ugly posturing of Jing Yan Lu, the forceful coercion of Ye Lu, the venomous mockery of Yu Su, the ignoble downfall of Qian Xu—flashed through her mind like a film played at double speed.

Yet in this moment, what occupied her heart was neither anger nor grievance, but a chilling clarity and a sense of urgency so sharp it cut.

The plan must be advanced.

As the red light turned green, Yu Ting Fu did not press the accelerator toward the hospital. Instead, she abruptly swung the wheel, speeding away toward the opposite end of the city.

Her destination was clear—

Zhou Ye Law Firm.

By the time she arrived, it was already past eight in the evening; the firm was getting ready to close.

She strode straight in and pushed open the heavy wooden door to Zhou Ye’s office.

Zhou Ye was bent over his desk, working. Hearing the commotion, he looked up. Upon seeing her, there was not a trace of surprise in his eyes; he put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, hands interlaced atop the desk, the gaze behind his glasses sharp and steady.

“Miss Fu,” Zhou Ye’s voice carried a teasing undertone, yet was infused with absolute respect, “do you have another ‘command’ for me?”

Yu Ting Fu did not answer immediately.

She walked to the broad floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the dazzling, turbulent city below.

The night breeze lifted the ends of her softly curled hair, outlining the cold, resolute lines of her profile.

A moment later, she turned around. All fatigue and emotional fluctuation had vanished from her face, leaving only the calm and unquestionable authority of a ruler. She sat across from Zhou Ye, her movements elegant and forceful.

“Zhou Ye,” Yu Ting Fu’s voice was tranquil, yet like a blade forged in ice, it went straight to the heart of the matter, “Tomorrow morning at nine, I will convene an emergency shareholders’ meeting of Fu Group.”

A glint flashed in Zhou Ye’s eyes, the corners of his lips rising in a knowing smile.

“Share transfer,” Yu Ting Fu’s gaze was piercing, “is it ready?”

Zhou Ye’s smile widened, brimming with the confidence of someone with everything under control.

He drew out an exquisitely crafted black folder from his drawer, and with a solemn gesture, slid it across to Yu Ting Fu, as though presenting a crown.

“Rest assured,” Zhou Ye’s voice was resolute, “all legal documents, notarial procedures, and the vital supplementary will and authorization letter from your mother have been prepared and executed. Everything is flawless, waiting only for you... to return as queen and sign your name.”

Yu Ting Fu’s eyes swept over the papers, her fingertips gliding lightly across the cold sheets.

These were not merely legal documents, but the shield and sword her parents had left for her.

They were the force capable of shifting the entire Fu Group, breaking every shackle.

“Excellent.” Yu Ting Fu uttered only two words, but they weighed a thousand pounds.

She picked up the pen Zhou Ye had prepared, and without hesitation, signed her name—Yu Ting Fu—strong and clear wherever it was needed.

The final stroke fell; the dust settled.

She closed the folder, handing it back to Zhou Ye with gravity: “Keep it safe. Tomorrow, it will be my scepter.”

Jing Yan Lu, all that you have ever desired will slip away tomorrow.

Zhou Ye received it with reverence, as if accepting a priceless relic: “Understood. Tomorrow at the shareholders’ meeting, I will accompany you throughout, ensuring everything proceeds according to plan. No one will be able to interfere.”

Yu Ting Fu nodded, saying no more.

She picked up her phone and dialed Uncle Chen.

The call was picked up almost immediately.

Yu Ting Fu’s gaze passed through the window, toward the direction of Fu Group’s headquarters, and she spoke, word by word, as clear as crystal:

“Uncle Chen, notify everyone. Tomorrow morning at nine, Fu Group will convene an emergency shareholders’ meeting.”

On the other end, there was a brief silence.

A few seconds later, Uncle Chen’s voice returned, steady as ever, but now carrying a sense of decisive determination and solemn respect:

“Yes, Miss.”

“Old Chen will not fail you.”

Yu Ting Fu gently set the phone down.

Outside the window, the city lights reflected in her eyes as cold and brilliant sparks.

She stood before the vast floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the sleeping city, her gaze icy and sharp as a sword about to leave its sheath.

She, Yu Ting Fu.

Had never been anyone’s pawn.

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Meanwhile, the study in the Fu family villa was dimly lit.

Wen Cheng Fu stared at the shareholder meeting notification email Uncle Chen had sent, his fingers tapping nervously on the expensive rosewood desk, brows tightly furrowed.

“Yu Ting Fu is convening an emergency shareholders’ meeting?” he muttered to himself, a calculating glint flickering in his clouded eyes. “So suddenly, at such a critical moment…”

“Could it be she’s marrying that Jing Yan Lu boy? So she’s rushing to transfer the shares formally?” The more Wen Cheng Fu thought, the more plausible it seemed, a greedy smile curling at his lips. “That’s right, Ye Lu, that old fox, how could he let the Fu family’s fat prey hang from his mouth forever without taking a bite? He must have forced Yu Ting Fu to settle early.”

He immediately picked up his phone, found Jing Yan Lu’s number, and dialed.

The phone rang several times before it was answered. The background was noisy, and Jing Yan Lu’s voice was pressed with impatience and annoyance: “Hello? Second uncle? What is it?”

Wen Cheng Fu ignored his tone, his voice brimming with ingratiating urgency: “Jing Yan, good news—great news!”

Jing Yan Lu frowned on the other end: “What good news?”

“I just got notified by Uncle Chen!” Wen Cheng Fu’s voice was excited. “Yu Ting Fu is convening an emergency shareholders’ meeting of Fu Group tomorrow, at nine in the morning.”

“A shareholders’ meeting?” Jing Yan Lu paused, immediately recalling his recent scheming with Qian Xu to seize Yu Ting Fu’s shares, his heart skipping a beat.

Could Yu Ting Fu have sensed something?

No, absolutely impossible.

She must be planning to transfer the shares to me tomorrow to win back my favor.

Indeed, women must be kept at a distance.

“Yes, the shareholders’ meeting,” Wen Cheng Fu, oblivious to Jing Yan Lu’s change in demeanor, continued in excitement, “Isn’t it obvious, Jing Yan? She’s going to formally transfer the shares to you, announce at the meeting that you’re now the largest shareholder of Fu Group. Congratulations, Jing Yan—no, from now on, Chairman Lu!”

“Hm, I understand.” Jing Yan Lu’s voice was filled with joy, though still cold.

“Don’t worry, Jing Yan.” Wen Cheng Fu thumped his chest in assurance, his voice eager to claim credit:

“Tomorrow at the meeting, I’ll give you my full support. With my shares and the few old contacts I’ve rallied, I guarantee you’ll take that seat smoothly, make Yu Ting Fu hand over the shares obediently. Then…” Wen Cheng Fu’s voice lowered, thick with implication and greed, “You must honor your promise to your second uncle.”

Jing Yan Lu cut off Wen Cheng Fu’s fantasies, his lips curling with a meaningful smile: “Rest assured.”

A mere woman.

How could she possibly contend with the Lu family and the watchful Bo Xingzhou?

Yesterday’s events must have taught her.

Handing over the shares and submitting to Jing Yan Lu.

That was the wisest choice.

After so much planning, this grand gift would finally be received tomorrow.