The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 143 - 147: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (Part 7)

Chapter 143: Chapter 147: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (Part 7)

Wen Yan had been feeling quite uncomfortable, slightly tipsy from the drinks, but she sobered up a bit when she was frightened by a not-so-shrill threat from the woman on the phone.

With a sheepish expression, Wen Yan held the phone, not sure whether to continue the conversation or hang up.

Had liquor damaged her brain? She actually dialed this bitch’s number.

"You have fifty seconds left..."

The merciless words of Su Li from the phone, like a death knell, prompted the survivalist Wen Yan to spill her guts, rattling off her frustrations.

As her mouth ran on nonstop, her heart overflowed with sorrow.

Now it was over. She could already imagine how that bitch would mock her; the upper hand she’d have to laugh at her for a year.

"Ha ha ha..."

Sure enough, the sleepy and incoherent voice on the phone was now bright and clear.

"Not bad, well done."

Wen Yan had braced herself for a verbal lashing, only to receive what felt like a soft caress...

Not only did she not find solace, but she also felt a new kind of terror.

"I know I shouldn’t have disturbed you..." decided Wen Yan, attempting self-rescue; an apology wouldn’t be the end of the world.

"You got it wrong; I genuinely think you did well."

"Ousting your brother from the position of president? Quite impressive... As my sister, you should indeed have that kind of boldness."

"Hey, the new president of the Wen Family, my little lackey, is going to give me bragging rights for a year."

"Keep it up..."

In an instant, Wen Yan’s internal gloom was replaced by fury towards Su Li; she knew not to expect any kind words from her mouth. It was a miracle she hadn’t been angered to death.

Since it was out there, Wen Yan decided to go for broke and vent to Su Li as if she were a trash can.

Tingling with slight excitement, Wen Yan raised her voice a notch, and even through the phone, Su Li could feel her inner fervor.

"You have no idea, the look on Wen Hua’s face when I led the board to oust him in the meeting. I should have recorded it; it would’ve made the perfect meme to last a year."

"You were supposed to be a decent president, but you turned womanizing into your main occupation, with the presidency as a mere side hustle. No one was spared. He must have thought his position so secure that nobody dared to criticize him. Even slight disrespect from my mother or me toward that Miss would have him ready to kick us out..."

"Can someone be so cold? We’re his family..."

"But maybe he forgot who reclaimed this piece of the Empire from the covetous eyes of my uncles and aunts. It was me... I helped him expand his territory and stabilize his workforce, which is how the Wen Family got to where it is today."

"He underestimated me too much. If I could lift him to the top, then naturally, I could bring him back down."

In her heart, Wen Yan felt a tiny, nail-sized bit of gratitude towards Su Li.

Without her mockery, Wen Yan might have remained trapped in a whirlpool of familial affection.

All the effort and heartache she had invested were not for others to use as tools to please women.

"Also, also... I kicked out that woman named Xue’er from the company and reclaimed the valuable gifts that Wen Hua had given her. Since all Wen Hua wants is true love, then he can go and live the hard life with his true love..."

"But do you know what? My brother, who’s always been so high and mighty, actually compromised with me. He even said he’d break up with his girlfriend."

"He’s fucking joking with me, isn’t he? Weren’t they supposed to be true love? Weren’t they going to be together forever...?"

Wen Yan became more and more smug as he spoke, his disdain for his own brother evident in his words. He didn’t even bother to call him brother anymore, referring to him only by his name.

"Are you done talking? If you are, I’m hanging up..."

Then all Wen Yan could hear from the phone was the continuous beeping sound.

Wen Yan almost choked on her breath, she was so angry. Indeed, she must have been out of her mind to be rambling on to Su Li for so long.

So damn angry...

But Su Li’s interruption somehow cooled down Wen Yan’s heated brain. Standing by the window, the midnight breeze blew over her, and the alcohol that had almost evaporated from her body was now completely gone.

Her gaze turned slightly cold, and she turned back and sat down on the office chair in the study. There was still so much to do...

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The next day, the morning sun rose slowly from the horizon, and the birds in the treetops sang their cheerful songs. A beautiful new day had begun.

No, for Huayin, who hadn’t slept all night, she didn’t wish for the sun to rise, nor for the next day to come.

It meant that she was about to face the clients’ complaints and the business mishap.

Staying in the shop all night, curled up in the corner of the sofa, the first thing the little employee did when she opened her eyes was to ask, "Sis, how is it going? Have you still not gotten through to the supplier? What about that batch of raw materials? The clients... "

One question after another from the little employee made Huayin’s expression increasingly bitter, and worry covered her face.

Her once graceful features had withered away like a dehydrated cabbage after spending a night in worry, completely lacking any spirit and looking very haggard.

Her twelve-point appearance had dwindled to merely three or four.

But she couldn’t care less about her appearance right now. She was about to call Xue’er to ask if her boyfriend had agreed to help...

However, before she could make the call, the client who had been screwed over by her shop burst through the flower shop’s door, fuming.

"Now, because of your flower shop’s breach of contract, a major client has been extremely dissatisfied, causing significant losses. How do you plan to handle this, Miss Hua?"

Huayin’s voice trembled slightly as she struggled to stand a bit straighter, "I’m sorry, so sorry..."

It seemed that "I’m sorry" was the only phrase left in Huayin’s vocabulary.

"If sorry worked, then what would we need police for? You personally guaranteed this to our boss, giving your shop this opportunity based on the Wen Family’s reputation. Otherwise, would a small shop like yours have the opportunity to take on an order from our company?"

The other party went on a rant and, seeing that Huayin wanted to speak again—even predicting what she would say—impatiently waved his hand, "Enough, don’t talk anymore. I’m here today to formally tell you, according to the contract, you need to prepare to compensate. You have a half-month deadline; if we don’t receive the compensation by then, we will proceed with legal action."

After saying this, without waiting for Huayin’s response, they stormed off as aggressively as they had come.

"Sis, what should we do..."

Huayin wanted to cry but had no tears, her hands trembling as she dialed Yuan Qiran’s number.

"Beep, beep, beep...." after several tones, the call was directly hung up. When she tried again, she couldn’t get through.

Huayin was dumbfounded. She had never imagined a time when he would not answer her calls. A myriad of thoughts rushed to her mind. She pursed her lips tightly, her stubborn nature beginning to emerge.

"Prepare to sell the shop."