In the heart of Shanghai, the days trickled by, a facade of tranquility masking the undercurrents of tension simmering beneath the surface. Sun Lixia, ever the astute matriarch, could not shake the nagging feeling that something was amiss, a premonition that trouble was brewing on the horizon.

Her gaze settled upon her husband, Li Xiaojun, his presence a reassuring constant in the maelstrom of uncertainty. "Honey, stop worrying, okay?" he soothed, his voice a balm to her frayed nerves. "Just go to the shareholders’ meeting with your head held high."

Sun Lixia exhaled a heavy sigh, her brow furrowed with concern. "Hubby, I still don’t know why Father decided to choose me," she confessed, her words laced with a tinge of doubt. "He should have at least chosen Sun Weilong. I don’t like dealing with business politics, and I know those old geezers who are shareholders will question my authority as a woman."

Li Xiaojun’s expression softened, his eyes radiating unwavering confidence. "But Li Chen and Li Xinjie will also be there," he reminded her gently. "They are shareholders too."

A glimmer of reassurance flickered across Sun Lixia’s features, only to be quickly overshadowed by the specter of uncertainty. "Yes, I know," she conceded, "but I can’t help but worry about that Sun Gang and Yang Bojun."

Li Xiaojun’s lips curved into a reassuring smile. "You will have Sun Weilong’s support, and I think your other nephew, Sun Fang, is also on your side."

Those words seemed to ignite a spark within Sun Lixia, her eyes widening as a sudden realization dawned upon her. "Sun Fang..." she murmured, her voice tinged with newfound determination. "You just gave me an idea."

Curiosity danced across Li Xiaojun’s features. "What?"

A enigmatic smile played upon Sun Lixia’s lips as she leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her husband’s cheek. "Don’t worry, I have a plan."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Sun Lixia made her way downstairs, her footsteps echoing through the corridors of the home that had once bustled with the laughter and energy of her sons. Now, with Li Chen living with his wife in their own villa, and Li Xinjie residing with his fiancée, the house seemed somehow quieter, a bittersweet reminder of the passage of time.

As the sleek luxury car whisked her away towards the opulent Sun Group headquarters, Sun Lixia found herself reflecting on the journey that had led her to this pivotal moment. With a deep breath, she steeled her resolve, her expression a mask of calm determination as she made her way into the imposing edifice.

The boardroom on the 20th floor was already abuzz with activity when she arrived, her sons Li Chen and Li Xinjie having beaten her there. "Hey, you two," she chided playfully, "you should have come home first so we could have ridden together."

Li Chen’s expression was tinged with regret. "Sorry, Mom, but I still have to go with Zhang Mei for her doctor’s appointment after this."

Li Xinjie chimed in, his tone laced with a hint of exasperation. "Cen Yuhuan is dragging me to help her pick her wedding dress."

Sun Lixia’s features softened, her eyes alight with maternal pride. "How is Zhang Mei? Oh, I can’t wait to meet the babies when they’re born."

Li Chen’s lips curved into a warm smile. "Well, it’s still too early, but we’re trying to prepare. First-time parents and having twins won’t be easy."

Without missing a beat, Sun Lixia extended an offer that seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul. "You can move back home so we can help take care of her."

Li Chen’s eyes widened, relief washing over his features. "That is exactly what we had in mind."

Turning her attention to Li Xinjie, Sun Lixia couldn’t help but address the impending nuptials. "How are the wedding plans going?"

Li Xinjie let out a weary sigh. "Well, I have to say, it’s tiring. The Cens want everything to be perfect, of course, I don’t mind, but the only issue is that Cen Yuhuan drags me everywhere."

A melodious laugh escaped Sun Lixia’s lips as she drank in the sight of her grown sons. "Can’t believe both my boys have grown so much."

The arrival of Sun Weilong and Sun Fang heralded the impending start of the meeting, the tension in the air palpable. "Sis, are you ready for this?" Sun Weilong inquired, his expression a mask of stoic determination.

Sun Lixia met his gaze, her own eyes steeled with resolve. "Yes, I am, brother."

As the boardroom filled with the shareholders, a palpable undercurrent of unease rippled through the atmosphere. Furtive glances were exchanged, and whispered murmurs filled the air as Li Chen and Li Xinjie took their seats, their presence a stark reminder of the shifting power dynamics at play.

Yang Bojun sauntered in, his hands buried in his pockets, a smug smile dancing upon his lips as he claimed his seat, his disregard for propriety evident in his failure to acknowledge the room’s occupants.

Finally, Sun Gang made his entrance, his eyes locking with Yang Bojun’s in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. Pointedly ignoring the chairperson’s chair that Sun Lixia had yet to occupy, he rose to his feet, commanding the room’s attention with his mere presence.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice carrying a note of authority that belied the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. "As we all know, we buried our grandfather a few days ago. So many things have changed, and I’m sure you’re all seeing that the boardroom now has new faces."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle over the room like a shroud. "Grandpa left a rather controversial will," he continued, his tone laced with calculated gravitas. "Well, let us all welcome the biggest shareholder of the Sun Group, my aunt, Sun Lixia, holding a massive thirty-five percent of the shares."

The room erupted into a cacophony of murmurs, the air thick with tension and speculation, precisely as Sun Gang had intended.