Chapter 101: A Secret Intimacy

After Our Breakup, the Beijing Big Shot Forced Me to Get a Marriage Certificate The Fiery Crown Princess 1217 words 2026-04-01 07:27:35

“Miss Yang, what bold words. To think you would threaten, in a place like this where no light reaches, the legal representative my father personally and carefully chose. It seems the rumors about positions in the company being bought and sold were not just idle gossip.”

When Ye Zehong arrived in the parking garage, Lu Yao had not yet arrived. He had originally planned to see whether she would back into the space, but instead Yang Lan and Ye Hua were already waiting here for Lu Yao to appear.

The moment Yang Lan raised her hand just now, he had wanted to rush forward and stop her.

Fortunately, Lu Yao had been quick-witted and defused the situation in time.

“Well, well, second brother, why is it you again?” Seeing Yang Lan’s face darken, Ye Hua stepped forward with a cold laugh. “Every time Lawyer Lu is around, you always show up. Wan’er has admired you for so many years, and you still find it too much even to look at her once. Yet when it comes to Lawyer Lu, you protect her at every turn. I have a hard time not suspecting that there’s some hidden intimacy between you and Lawyer Lu.”

“Filthy people see filth in everything.” Ye Zehong’s dark eyes fell on Ye Hua, neither warm nor cold, carrying unmistakable disdain. Then he looked back at Yang Lan and said icily, “According to the Ye family’s traditions, the women of the family hold not a single share, let alone any voice in decision-making. If you want Lawyer Lu gone, you still need my father’s and my approval. Even Zemao is not qualified.”

The Ye Group operated on a shareholder system, with the shareholders all drawn from the Ye family.

At present, Ye Yingtang held fifty-nine percent of the shares, Ye Zehong held twenty percent, and Ye Zemao held only five percent.

The remaining shares were held by collateral relatives.

Not one of the women held even a single share.

Although Ye Hua served as a vice president of the Ye Group, he was still just an employee, like anyone else, drawing a salary and performance pay, with no voice and no decision-making power.

As for Yang Lan, after all these years at Ye Yingtang’s side, painstakingly maintaining the image of a virtuous wife, her only goal was to win more of Ye Yingtang’s shares for Ye Zemao and make him the head of the Ye family.

Yet Ye Zemao himself had little interest in such supreme power.

He simply followed the plan Yang Lan had laid out, step by step, like a puppet.

He had once resisted, but Yang Lan had threatened him with death.

Over time, he had stopped struggling altogether.

Ye Zehong’s words had unquestionably struck Yang Lan and Ye Hua at their sorest points.

Yang Lan bristled like an enraged hen, glaring at Ye Zehong with fury. Through clenched teeth she growled, “Don’t think that because you hold twenty percent of the shares you’re already the future master of the Ye Group. Once your father transfers all his shares to Zemao, won’t the entire Ye Group be mine to command?”

A smile played at the corners of Ye Zehong’s mouth. “Oh? So Miss Yang wants to rule from behind the curtain and use Third Brother as the pawn for your rise. I wonder whether Third Brother will still recognize you as his mother once he learns your true intentions.”

“You!!!”

In a fit of rage, Yang Lan hurled the limited-edition Hermès bag in her hand at Ye Zehong. He caught it with one hand and threw it back, and it struck Yang Lan squarely in the face.

Yang Lan froze, never expecting Ye Zehong to lay hands on her.

Ye Hua picked up the bag from the floor, then took Yang Lan’s hand soothingly and asked with concern, “Mother, are you all right?”

Then she shouted at Ye Zehong, “Ye Zehong, are you even a man, hitting a woman like that!”

Ye Zehong gave a mocking, chilly smile. “In my eyes, people like you don’t count as women.”

Yang Lan was completely enraged. She rushed forward, seized Ye Zehong by the collar, and cursed at him at the top of her lungs, “You shameless, unfilial brat! Today I’ll teach you a lesson on your father’s behalf.”

What she did not know was that, from a corner nearby, a camera had recorded the entire scene in perfect clarity.