Chapter 1618: Terms

Mother Qiao responded with a “Got it,” and silently thought to herself that although Mo Tingshen was outstanding, the Qiao Family wasn’t that lacking. Her daughter’s life should be nothing less than rich and noble.

What climbing up the social ladder?

It’s merely that Mo Tingshen had the advantage of his family background.

Otherwise, who would pay him any attention?

Passing by Qiao Man’s bedroom, she thought of knocking on the door, but after a moment, decided not to.

Qiao Man hasn’t been in a good mood these days. Tonight, she finally coaxed her into sleeping early. It’s not appropriate to wake her up, especially since tomorrow is the wedding day. The bride and groom shouldn’t see each other a few days before the wedding.

It’s just one day.

Hearing the sound of a car outside, the Qiao family elders went out to greet them.

Mo Tingshen walked quickly, dressed in a suit but without a tie, looking less formal.

Father Qiao noticed the car he came in, which was a domestic low-tier brand, typically used for ride-hailing services.

How could he?

Mother Qiao directly asked, “Tingshen, where’s your car?”

“I drank, so it’s not convenient for me to drive,” Mo Tingshen explained.

“I’m sorry to disturb you so late, uncle and aunt. I have something important that must be said tonight. My manners are lacking, but I’ll make amends tomorrow with an apology gift for the two of you.”

These words seemed too distant. Father Qiao instinctively frowned, then quickly put up a smile, “No need to apologize, this is your home too. Come anytime you want—we’re the neglectful ones for not giving you the door code sooner. Come, let’s talk inside.”

Mo Tingshen followed them inside.

Just as they sat down, Lin Shoo arrived.

He handed something to Mo Tingshen. Judging by the thickness of the paper bag, it was hard not to be curious.

“Tingshen, what is this?”

“This is the financial status of Qiao’s various internal and external projects, the shortages, and records of uncle’s investments elsewhere that resulted in losses over the years.”

Mo Tingshen took out a card, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it forward, “The money here is enough to solve uncle’s urgent needs, with leftovers after filling the company’s gaps. Additionally, Mo’s will allocate two major projects to collaborate with you. You can name your terms for profit sharing, and I’ll agree to them. Furthermore, I own two villas by the bay; they’re gifts for Qiao Man. We can transfer them to her tomorrow. If it’s not enough, just say the word and I’ll oblige.”

The Qiao family elders were quite startled.

Father Qiao’s mind was not even functioning—it’s as if a windfall of money had almost knocked him unconscious.

“How… how did you find all this out, about the loopholes in my company, and the stalled projects, and the funding shortages… how did you… how did you find out…”

“It wasn’t difficult for me,” Mo Tingshen replied succinctly.

Father Qiao stared hard at the file bag, reaching a hand forward and even leaning his body, hesitating for a moment before sitting back. His mind was spinning, his hand trembling, even his lips seemed to quiver uncontrollably. He instructed the servant to make two cups of tea.

One cup was placed in front of Mo Tingshen.

Holding the teacup with both hands, Father Qiao drank a few mouthfuls, choking on his throat directly.

Mother Qiao quickly patted his back to help him regain his breath.

The two exchanged a glance; Mother Qiao picked up the paper bag, opened it, and pulled out the contents to look at them.

She wasn’t just a wealthy lady enjoying life at home; she had worked with her husband to build the business empire in its early years. In fact, her capability surpassed her husband’s, and the initial projects that helped the company climb in status were all negotiated by her. It was only after the company stabilized that she slowly stepped back, but over the years, her husband’s work was never hidden from her, and she would sometimes offer advice on business matters.