Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

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Mu Xiuzhi's eyes were deep and her eyes were rolling. "Ms. Jiang, please sit down."

Jiang Wangshu sat down in front of her.

"Jiang Wangshu?"

"Yes."

"What a nice name. I heard you picked it yourself?"

"Ah."

Mu Xiuzhi was wearing a black suit, with her hands clasped together and placed on her knees. She smiled and said, "It stands to reason that we should be on guard against others. How dare Miss Jiang follow a stranger all the way to Beijing?"

Jiang Wangshu groaned, his fingertips entwined with the hem of his clothes, and after a moment he said in a steady tone: "Because there is no way out, I can only try to move forward."

No way out? Mu Xiuzhi understood what she meant. With her family situation, there was really no way out. She squinted her eyes with a little satisfaction, "What if there is a quagmire ahead? Are you willing to go?"

This was meant to tell Jiang Wangshu that neither Jing City nor the Hua family was a place where one could live a comfortable and happy life.

"How can you know if you don't try? The swamp is not without value. It can be good if used properly." Jiang Wangshu tried to take the opportunity to talk about his own value. Although the corners of his eyes were trembling, his eyes were resolute and determined.

Mu Xiuzhi raised her eyebrows slightly. She didn't expect her to answer like this. It made her eyes light up. From the few words just now, she determined that Jiang Wangshu was indeed a promising talent who would become a great man in the future.

Being ambitious is the way of survival for winners, especially women.

It seems that her son doesn't have any other skills, but his ability to pan for gold is beyond the reach of others.

She put down her crossed legs, stood up and leaned forward, supporting herself on the table with her hands. She raised her red lips and praised: "You are indeed smart enough, but not everyone can master their intelligence well."

Jiang Wangshu frowned in confusion.

Mu Xiuzhi tapped the table with her slender, well-maintained fingers, again and again. The noise she made fell on Jiang Wangshu's heart, as if she was knocking on something.

There was a chill in her eyes, and her tone of voice was cold. "My son is stupid enough. I hope you don't use your intelligence in the wrong place."

Changing the subject, Mu Xiuzhi lowered her voice and said, "Beijing is full of talented people, and there is gold everywhere. I hope you are not one of the millions who are buried."

She said this while looking at Jiang Wangshu, as a response to what she had just said. After that, she withdrew her gaze and pushed the door open to go out.

As soon as the door opened, the sound of high heels hitting the floor echoed in the corridor. Jiang Wangshu was shocked. She knew that the other party was warning her not to have any inappropriate thoughts. In other words, not to cause any trouble.

Especially to Hua Tingjue.

After Mu Xiuzhi left, Jiang Wangshu's legs felt weak. She spread out her hands and saw that her palms were soaked with sweat. She breathed slowly as if she had been reborn from a calamity.

Although she was afraid, she knew that she should be able to stay here.

……

The ancestral hall enshrines the ancestors of the Hua family. The tablet in the center is for Hua Tingjue's father, Hua Liansheng, the previous head of the family who died young in a car accident.

Hua Tingjue burned a stick of incense for his father, then sat on the futon and complained, "Dad, Mom scolded me again. I always make her angry. Do you think I am useless?"

He lowered his head, tears glistening in his eyes, and looked as aggrieved as if he was confiding in a good friend.

"I know I'm not as good as my elder and second brothers, and I haven't learned anything as good as you and mom. I also know that mom is very tired from working so hard for the Hua family, but I'm still very sad."

"I haven't been able to be as good a father as you. I really have failed, right?"

"It would be nice if you were here."

He sighed softly and closed his scarlet eyes. A breeze blew gently, the incense and candles burned red, and the sandalwood was lingering, as if someone was telling him the answer.

……

The starry sky was shining brightly at night. Hua Tingjue was facing the wall in the ancestral hall, reflecting on his mistakes. He was starving and almost seeing stars. No one came to bring him food.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the glass near the window. He leaned over and said in surprise: "Hey, why is it you?"

That’s right, it was Jiang Wangshu who came to bring food and ointment to Hua Tingjue. “I’m sorry that I have implicated you because of my affairs.”

"Hey, why are we talking about this? I was the one who insisted on taking you home. What does it have to do with you?"

Hua Tingjue pulled two bright yellow cushions and sat down on them. He pushed the other cushion over to Jiang Wangshu and rummaged through the things in her hands. "What did you bring?"

Finding that it was just some bread, he lowered his eyes slightly in disappointment, "Alas, I have fallen to this point. My mother is still as cruel as ever."

He tore open the package and took a big bite angrily.

Jiang Wangshu apologized, "It's not easy for me to go to the kitchen, so I can only take these."

Hua Tingjue stuffed the bread in his mouth, his cheeks bulging. After swallowing it with great effort, he said, "It's okay, it's okay. Just eat it. I can make up for it with something good tomorrow."

"Cough, cough, cough..." He swallowed too quickly and choked. Tears were about to come out of his mouth. Seeing this, Jiang Wangshu unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the mineral water to him, "Drink some water."

Hua Tingjue took a big sip of water, patted himself to make it go down, and said politely: "Thank you."

After swallowing it, he asked Jiang Wangshu: "My mother didn't make things difficult for you, did she?"

"Actually, you don't have to care about what my mother said. She's not unreasonable. It's just that I didn't do things properly. Besides, she usually takes care of the company and the family affairs by herself, which makes her tired and upset."

"The most important thing is that she likes sensible and smart children. You are so capable that she will accept you sooner or later!" When Hua Tingjue said this, a look of loneliness flashed across his face, and he forced a smile.

But Jiang Wangshu's focus was slightly different. She asked tentatively, "You mean... your mother is the only one in charge of the Hua family now?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Jiang Wangshu fell into deep thought. She knew that this was a large and complicated family, but the one who manipulated it all was actually a woman.

Jiang Wangshu has read stories of heroines such as Mi Bazi, Empress Lü, Empress Dowager Dou, Wu Zetian, Huang Chonggu, Hua Mulan, Fan Lihua and even Liang Hongyu. She never thinks that women are born weaker than men.

And now, she has seen real-life examples.

She had observed the house during her visit. It was unimaginably large, magnificent, and had everything one could need. Moreover, her arrival had not caused any rumors, and the servants continued to do their jobs as usual.

What's more, she witnessed the thunderous tutoring and punishment today. It must be related to Hua Tingjue's mother. Everyone is obedient under the iron fist.

In addition to what she said in the afternoon, at this moment she wanted to be someone like Mu Xiuzhi.

If you want to be in power, you have to be ruthless.

This was her first lesson!

Seeing her absent-minded, Hua Tingjue thought she was frightened by her mother and waved in front of her, "Hey, what are you daydreaming about?" Then he patted his chest and assured her, "Don't worry, even if my mother is the head of the family, I have shares and assets. If things don't work out, I can go to work."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he looked into Jiang Wangshu's eyes, "Even if I have to beg for food, I will give you a bite!"

"..."

After these ambitious speeches, Jiang Wangshu was disheveled in the wind. She turned her head away silently, not wanting to respond to him.

I declined in my heart: Goodbye, you should keep the food you begged for yourself.