My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 139 Don't Blame Me for Being Ruthless If You Can't Handle It

The best cemetery in the capital.

The morning sun shines on the tranquil greenery, and a gentle breeze whispers softly.

Zhu Ziqing stood before her mother's tombstone, her gaze fixed on the gentle smiling face on the monument, her heart filled with guilt and sorrow.

"Mom, I'm sorry... I couldn't take good care of you when you were alive. Now I can only choose a quiet place for you, hoping you can 'walk' freely." Her voice was low and choked with sobs.

Tan Haoyu stood beside her, silently holding her hand, his voice gentle yet firm: "Ziqing, don't be too sad. Auntie in heaven will be pleased to see how hard you've worked."

Zhu Ziqing turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you, Haoyu. Without you, I really don't know how I would have made it through."

Tan Haoyu gently ruffled her hair, his tone affectionate: "Silly girl, I'm your husband, this is what I should do."

The funeral was simple yet solemn, with Zhu Ziqing personally handling every detail.

There was no extravagant display, but the deep affection for his mother was evident in every detail.

She hoped her mother could rest in peace in a place with a wide view, far away from the Zhu family's strife, and truly gain freedom.

……

At the same time, the Wan Group is facing an unprecedented crisis.

Sunshine Group suddenly announced that it would never cooperate with Wan's again.

This news was like a bombshell, instantly triggering a chain reaction.

Wan's stock price plummeted to its daily limit for three consecutive days after the market opened, wiping out nearly 10 billion yuan in market value.

Wan Shixiong sat on the sofa in his office, his face terribly gloomy.

He slammed his hand on the table, his voice filled with rage: "Wan Qingsha! Get your ass in here!"

Wan Qingsha pushed open the door and entered, a hint of panic on her face: "Dad, you wanted to see me?"

Wan Shixiong stared at him coldly, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Tell me, what exactly did you do to offend Jack Tan? Why did Sunshine Group suddenly announce that it was severing its cooperation with us?"

Wan Qingsha lowered her head, her voice weak: "Dad, I...I don't know either. It might be some misunderstanding between us before..."

So Wan Qingsha honestly confessed everything about how she had offended Tan Haoyu.

"Misunderstanding?" Wan Shixiong sneered.

She suddenly stood up and slapped Wan Qingsha hard across the face with a crisp, piercing "smack".

Wan Qingsha staggered backward after being hit, and five bright red finger marks instantly appeared on her face.

He covered his face, his eyes filled with grievance and fear: "Dad, I..."

Wan Shixiong pointed at his nose, his voice full of disappointment and anger: "All you ever do is laze around and chase after women! Now look what's happened, you've offended Jack Tan and dragged the entire Wan family down with you! How dare you call me Dad now?"

Wan Qingsha lowered her head, her voice trembling: "Dad, please give me another chance. I'll go to Jack Tan and apologize, and beg for his forgiveness..."

"Shut up!" Wan Shixiong interrupted him, his tone icy. "Do you think you can just see Jack Tan whenever you want? The only way now is to ask Zhu Shigou for help."

Wan Qingsha raised her head, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes: "Dad, Zhu Shigou is a profit-driven man. What if he takes this opportunity to switch sides?"

Wan Shixiong sneered, his tone carrying a hint of certainty: "I know Zhu Shigou better than you do. He is indeed profit-driven, but that's precisely why he helps us. As long as we give him enough benefits, he will definitely stand on our side."

Wan Qingsha frowned, her voice tinged with hesitation: "But... what about Zhu Ziqing? She's Tan Haoyu's wife now. If we put pressure on Zhu Ziqing, will Tan Haoyu intervene?"

Wan Shixiong narrowed his eyes, his tone laced with calculation: "Zhu Ziqing is Zhu Shigou's daughter. No matter how profit-driven he is, he wouldn't lay a hand on his own daughter. As for Tan Haoyu... Hmph, as long as Zhu Shigou intervenes, he wouldn't dare to make a move."

Wan Shixiong walked to the window, his back to Wan Qingsha, his voice low and cold: "Qingsha, you must give me an explanation for this matter. If you can't handle Zhu Shigou's side either, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Wan Qingsha lowered her head, her voice weak: "Yes, Dad, I understand."

Wan Shixiong turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Remember, this is our last chance. If we fail, the Wan family is truly finished."

Wan Qingsha nodded, a resolute glint in her eyes: "Dad, I will do my best."

Wan Shixiong waved his hand, his tone tinged with weariness: "Go, don't let me down."

Wan Qingsha turned and left the office, her heart filled with unease.

He knew that this was no longer just a crisis for the Wan family, but also a matter of his own life and death.

Meanwhile, Zhu Ziqing and Tan Haoyu were standing on a high point in the cemetery, gazing at the distant scenery.

Zhu Ziqing nestled in Tan Haoyu's arms, her voice soft: "Haoyu, thank you for always being there for me."

Tan Haoyu lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his voice gentle: "Silly girl, I told you, I will always be by your side."

Zhu Ziqing closed her eyes, feeling his warmth, but a faint unease lingered in her heart.

……

The snow in the capital has been falling for a day and a night, and there is still no sign of it stopping.

Snowflakes, as white as goose feathers, fell in a flurry, enveloping the entire city in a silvery-white blanket.

The cold wind howled, swirling up the snow on the ground, and the air was filled with a biting chill.

Zhu Ziqing lay on the bed in the bedroom, her face as pale as paper, with fine beads of cold sweat on her forehead.

Her body trembled slightly, her high fever persisted, and she fell into a semi-comatose state.

The sudden death of her mother, coupled with the days of running around to arrange her mother's burial and being exposed to the cold wind, finally took a toll on her health.

Tan Haoyu sat on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with worry.

He reached out and gently stroked her forehead, feeling its burning heat, and his heart clenched.

"Ziqing, wake up..." His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of urgency.

Zhu Ziqing groggily opened her eyes, her vision blurry, and murmured, "Mom...Mom...don't go..."

Tan Haoyu's heart skipped a beat. He grasped her hand, his voice tinged with heartache: "Ziqing, it's me, Tan Haoyu. You have a fever, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhu Ziqing gradually regained consciousness and focused her gaze on Tan Haoyu's face.

She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and weak: "Haoyu... I... what happened to me?"

Tan Haoyu breathed a sigh of relief and said gently, "You have a fever and have been unconscious for a day. Don't worry, the doctor came to see you and said you just caught a cold and will be fine after a few days of rest."

Zhu Ziqing lowered her head, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes: "I'm sorry... I made you worry."

Tan Haoyu frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice: "Ziqing, you don't need to be so polite to me. I am your husband, and it is my responsibility to take care of you. You always keep all your pain to yourself and are unwilling to tell me, which makes me feel helpless."