Seeing Old Master Zhao’s reaction, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with satisfaction.
The servants hurriedly patted the old man’s back and coaxed him until he finally calmed down.
“Tell Yijun not to worry. I’ll handle this matter for her,” Old Master Zhao glanced at Mr. Zhao. “As for Liu Yizhou, I’ll look into it. If it’s true, then he has indeed wronged Yijun.”
Though they spoke like this, none of them were truly concerned. After all, Liu Yizhou’s status spoke for itself.
The Zhao family wasn’t what it used to be. If the Zhao and Liu families could successfully form an alliance through marriage, it would be the best outcome for the Zhaos.
With this in mind, Old Master Zhao’s eyes darkened—this matter couldn’t be ruined by that mother and daughter.
…
Liu Yizhou had been feeling unwell lately, and with his company’s busy schedule, he hadn’t paid attention to outside developments.
The media outlets, at most, dared to mention Ye Shaohua but refrained from commenting too much on the CEO of Yongteng Corporation.
Because of this, he remained largely unaffected and unaware of the situation.
“You’re saying Fenghua’s subsidiaries recently changed their financial analysts?” Liu Yizhou tapped the table as he addressed the people in the meeting room. “I haven’t heard of anyone returning from overseas. Do you know who it is?”
Everyone in the room shook their heads—except for one person who raised his hand.
“I might know a little. A few weeks ago, due to insufficient funds, I invested two million in a small investment firm. Surprisingly, they returned 500,000 in a short time.”
“500,000?” Liu Yizhou’s fingers paused. That was a significant sum in such a short period. If the capital had been 200 million, the return would’ve been 50 million—a considerable amount even for him. “Who handled that case?”
The man replied immediately, “The manager there handled all the procedures. I never met the actual person managing my funds, but I know who it is.”
“Who?” Liu Yizhou’s interest was piqued.
A small investment firm likely hadn’t been poached by bigger companies yet. If he acted fast, he could still secure this talent.
“Y,” the man said, noticing Liu Yizhou’s stunned expression. He smiled wryly, “Yes, the same ‘Stock God Y’ frequently mentioned in financial news lately.”
Hearing this, Liu Yizhou’s enthusiasm faded, leaving only regret as he sighed.
This “Y” had been making waves in the stock market recently.
Many major corporations had tried to uncover their identity, but no one had succeeded. The title “Stock God” wasn’t given lightly—Y’s instincts were terrifying.
In less than a month, Y had gained control of stocks worth tens of millions.
To the truly wealthy, this amount wasn’t staggering. What they feared was Y’s sharp insight and natural talent. Even Liu Yizhou himself knew he couldn’t have achieved such precision in just a month—the stock market was far too volatile.
After the meeting, Liu Yizhou was about to return to his office when he suddenly thought of Ye Shaohua. He called his male assistant and asked, “Has she arrived at Yongteng yet?”
The question was vague, but the assistant was used to it. After a brief thought, he understood. “HR called last night, but Miss Ye reportedly declined.”
“Declined?” Liu Yizhou’s grip on the documents tightened. He looked up at his assistant. “Why?”
Countless people fought tooth and nail to get into Yongteng—was she out of her mind?
The assistant shook his head. He studied Liu Yizhou, wondering if he was unaware of what had happened to Ye Shaohua the day before.
But in the end, he said nothing. After all, he was just an assistant—it wasn’t his place to meddle in Liu Yizhou’s personal affairs.
The news about Ye Shaohua left Liu Yizhou frowning, his expression dark.
He picked up his phone several times, tempted to call and demand why she was being so difficult. Wasn’t she short on money? Why reject his goodwill?
But his remaining rationality stopped him—he no longer had the right to do so.
His mood remained foul all day, an inexplicable irritation gnawing at him. Every time he reviewed documents and spotted obvious flaws, his mind involuntarily drifted to Ye Shaohua.
If she were here, she’d catch them immediately.
Preoccupied with these thoughts, he paid no attention to Zhao Yijun that day.
He didn’t realize how rarely he thought of Zhao Yijun now.
It wasn’t until the afternoon when Yu Zhehan called:
“Yizhou, what’s going on? You haven’t comforted Yijun all day. She’s at the bar with Yi Xian right now—get over here.”
With that, Yu Zhehan hung up.
Liu Yizhou stared at the phone, frowning. Drinking? Comfort?
He still didn’t know what had happened, but the mention of Zhao Yijun sent him rushing over.
His assistant, who had mustered the courage to tell him about Ye Shaohua, swallowed his words as he watched Liu Yizhou hurry away.
…
At the bar.
Zhao Yijun sat in a corner, silently drinking while Yi Xian tried to console her. Fortunately, Yu Zhehan and the others were there—otherwise, with the bar so crowded, who knew what could’ve happened?
“What’s going on?” Liu Yizhou frowned.
“Come on, you knew Yijun was back—how could you do something like that?” Yu Zhehan shot him a meaningful look. “Apologize quickly and see if she’ll forgive you.”
Liu Yizhou narrowed his eyes. “Like what?”
“It’s about that Ye Shaohua,” Yi Xian said disdainfully. “Yizhou, just cut ties with that woman already. I always knew she was trouble. She even exposed you online, driving a wedge between you and Yijun. But she got what she deserved—now everyone knows she’s the shameless homewrecker who came between you two. Say something, Yizhou. Yijun, he was just confused for a moment. I swear nothing happened between him and Ye Shaohua. If she didn’t look like you, none of this would’ve—”
“Yizhou, I believe you, but… you shouldn’t have gone looking for a substitute,” Zhao Yijun said bitterly.
At those words, Liu Yizhou’s mind exploded. He turned to Yu Zhehan.
“What did you just say? Ye Shaohua—what happened to her?”
