Chapter 11: The Second Contract

Meanwhile, Song Meili drove her Beetle to Tangren Group.

By coincidence, her husband, Tang Jianren, was not there; he had gone on a business trip out of town, his phone unreachable, and wouldn’t be back until the next day.

So, Song Meili personally questioned the management and discovered that the project did in fact exist, with Su Rulan as the project leader.

The reasons behind it surprised her even more—it truly was arranged by the young master of the Ye family, and the betrothal gift was real.

What Song Meili couldn’t understand was why that wretched Su Rulan had lucked into such a windfall. The contract terms were utterly absurd.

Even if the young master of the Ye family fancied a Su family daughter, it should never have been Su Rulan. After all, as the heir of Ye, he surely wouldn’t be interested in damaged goods.

After some deliberation, Song Meili became convinced that the betrothed Su family daughter had to be Su Yixue; Su Rulan was merely benefiting by association, struck by sheer dumb luck.

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became. Su Rulan was just a minor figure—dealing with her shouldn’t pose much difficulty.

So Song Meili acted on her own initiative, bringing a group of managers to the Su company, claiming that the contract terms needed revision and demanding a suspension of cooperation!

Old Master Su, seeing this spectacle, secretly applauded and was overjoyed. He had been wracking his brains for a solution, and now someone had come to lend a hand. He immediately called to give notice.

Su Rulan, upon receiving the notice, had no idea what was happening, and didn’t inform Ye Tianlin. She hurried back to the company.

Seeing Song Meili present, Su Rulan was startled, realizing trouble was brewing.

“Su Rulan, this contract is problematic. As a shareholder of Tangren Group's board, I demand amendments and a temporary suspension of all cooperation. The fifteen million must also be returned immediately!” Song Meili declared, brandishing the contract with righteous authority.

Su Rulan turned pale, cold sweat streaming down her back.

That money—she had already taken out two hundred thousand to pay the fine. How could she possibly fill such a gap?

“Rulan, I told you this wouldn’t be the end of it. Now, see? It’s come true,” Su Weimin said, panic-stricken.

“The old master will never take out another two hundred thousand, and with this suspension, who knows when cooperation will resume—maybe never,” Gao Yulan was utterly at a loss, her legs weak.

As expected, right in front of Song Meili, Old Master Su propped himself on his cane and said, “Su Rulan, why are you standing there? Hurry up and do as you’re told!”

Uncle Su Zhengjun crossed his arms, gloating, “Ah, perhaps Su Rulan spent the money ahead of time and now can’t cough it up.”

Su Yicai mocked, “The contract is indeed flawed. Requesting a temporary halt is reasonable. Su Rulan, there’s no such thing as a free lunch—bear the consequences yourself.”

Old Master Su slapped his forehead, laughing, “Now I see—this must be the Ye young master’s design to help us. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental?”

“In that case, our future son-in-law truly has remarkable skill,” Uncle Su Zhengjun couldn’t help but praise.

Song Meili frowned, unable to comprehend the Su family's ramblings. All she wanted was to teach Su Rulan a lesson, preferably to ruin her completely.

“Su Rulan, stop pretending. You must comply with my demands,” Song Meili said with adamant finality.

Su Rulan trembled, her mood plummeting into despair. Her voice shook: “Song Meili, we just met earlier—things weren’t this bad. How can you—”

Song Meili decisively raised her hand to interrupt, disdainfully, “I have no connection with you, and I simply don’t want you to prosper. Is that not allowed? You think you can profit from this? Dream on!”

“Song Meili, I beg you, don’t take it this far. Or at least give me some time,” Su Rulan pleaded, bowing ninety degrees.

Song Meili, arrogant and domineering, replied, “I insist on taking it this far. What can you do about it? I just can’t stand it and won’t allow it!”

“I’ll kneel and beg you...” Su Rulan, cornered, sank to her knees.

Old Master Su stood aside, showing no intention of intervening—his face was cold and indifferent.

Uncle and his son mirrored his expression.

“Kneeling is useless. If you don’t hand over the money today, I’ll report you and see you rot in prison!” Song Meili was resolute, unwilling to compromise in the slightest.

“How did it come to this...” Su Rulan’s heart seized with fear, her vision darkening, nearly fainting as she swayed.

At this crucial moment, a group of people suddenly entered from outside the Su company.

Leading them was a young woman dressed sharply in professional attire, exuding the aura of a queen as she strode in, immediately attracting attention.

“Zhao Qing, you’re here in person?” Song Meili was startled, then quickly stepped forward with a fawning smile. After all, Zhao Qing was Zhao Shanhe’s beloved daughter, controlling Gaosheng Group, whose power was equal to or greater than Tangren Group.

“Naturally, I’m here to deliver the contract on behalf of the Chamber of Commerce,” Zhao Qing said, producing the contract.

Old Master Su was taken aback and then overjoyed, hurrying with uncle and cousin to greet her. Smiling, he said, “Miss, I don’t believe I’ve met you before. What contract are you here to deliver?”

“This time, the contract must be for us, right?” Uncle Su Zhengjun beamed.

Su Yicai nodded vigorously, excited, “Of course! Even without thinking, it’s obvious. The previous one was just an appetizer.”

Su Weimin and Gao Yulan exchanged wide-eyed looks, also convinced that this contract most likely involved Su Yicai, since he was the Ye young master’s brother-in-law.

Zhao Qing placed the contract on the table, slowly spread it open with both hands, and solemnly announced, “This is an advertising contract from Gaosheng Group, valid for one year, totaling fifteen million!”

The entire Su family immediately sensed something familiar.

Then Zhao Qing continued, “The project leader for this contract will receive all profits after costs. In other words, there will be only one beneficiary.”

Old Master Su shook, astonished, “Isn’t this identical to Tangren Group’s contract? Surely the beneficiary isn’t... Su Rulan?”

Zhao Qing raised her head and gave Old Master Su a look. “Congratulations, you guessed correctly!”

Wow!

In an instant, the entire company was thrown into chaos.

Uncle and cousin nearly coughed up blood.

Su Weimin and Gao Yulan stood stupefied.

“How...how is this possible? One contract was incredible enough, now there are two?” Song Meili was dumbfounded, so shocked she could barely stand.

“What? Did I...did I hear right?” Su Rulan stammered from her knees, completely suffocated, her mind buzzing.