CHAPTER 214: CHAPTER 214: MO YINHE IS MY RAPID-ACTING CARDIOTONIC PILL 3

"What do you think?"

Mo Yinhe had been waiting for a chance to play the hero and save the damsel. How could he pass up the opportunity now?

Si Mingjing’s mindset stabilized. This situation had come unexpectedly, and she was utterly unprepared. At this moment, she couldn’t help but feel grateful that Mo Yinhe was there; otherwise, everything would have spiraled out of her control.

The two entered the Song Group, followed by over twenty suit-and-tie-clad, stoic-faced guards clearing the way. An invisible aura spread around them. The scene was indeed a spectacle.

"What a grand entrance! Who are they?"

"My God! That looks like the famous Prince of Atlantis, Mo Yinhe!"

"It’s Mo Yinhe! He looks even more handsome in person than in photos. He’s so dreamy! I’m in love with him; I want to marry him!"

"Dream on, it’s not even dark yet. Didn’t you see he has a woman on his arm?"

"Who’s the woman he has his arm around?"

"She’s so lucky! Wait a minute... is that Si Mingjing from Prison Star?"

"Did you see today’s trending searches? Si Mingjing’s mother, Si Yao, who was sentenced to death for murder and exiled to Prison Star, was actually innocent. It was all a conspiracy!"

"Yeah, I saw it! Si Yao really had terrible luck!"

"Women absolutely shouldn’t marry Phoenix men!"

"Mo Yinhe is so, so handsome! AAAAH, my heart’s all aflutter!"

The receptionist on the first floor, phone in hand, feverishly snapped photos of Mo Yinhe’s retreating figure. In the photos, Mo Yinhe’s silhouette was tall and straight, his impressive legs encased in trousers, striding confidently, his invisible aura spreading forth. The receptionist clasped her hands together, resting her chin on them, swooning to the point of drooling, wishing she could rush over and replace Si Mingjing in Mo Yinhe’s arms. It wasn’t until Mo Yinhe and his entourage had entered the elevator that the receptionist reluctantly looked away. Then, she immediately shared the moment on her Moments, Weibo, and even posted a short video—she couldn’t wait to showcase the scene on all her social media platforms.

In the elevator, Si Mingjing looked at Zhou Wanyun with a complex expression in her eyes.

"Secretary Zhou, why are you helping me?"

Si Mingjing noticed Zhou Wanyun’s overture of goodwill. Zhou Wanyun’s eyes were slightly red, as if she had cried.

Hearing Si Mingjing’s question, Zhou Wanyun looked up. "Miss Si, is it true that Liang Shimu was indeed given plastic surgery by Old Master Song to look like your mother, and then murdered by Song Pianlan to keep her quiet?"

Si Mingjing studied Zhou Wanyun. She was adept at discerning people’s hearts. "What is your relationship with Liang Shimu?"

"Liang Shimu was my cousin."

After graduating from university, Zhou Wanyun joined the Song Group, determined to investigate the whereabouts of her cousin, Liang Shimu. She had always felt that her cousin’s disappearance was connected to the Song Family, but she had never found any useful clues. Less than two months after Si Mingjing returned to Earth, Song Pianlan died, and Song’s mother confessed in court.

Si Mingjing is very capable, Zhou Wanyun thought. If she wanted to avenge her cousin, she should cooperate with Si Mingjing. So, Zhou Wanyun showed the utmost sincerity.

Her fingers tensed. "I want to avenge my cousin. I want to know if today’s trending search is true... my cousin, she..."

Si Mingjing suddenly understood. She said, "Liang Shimu was indeed given plastic surgery by my great-grandfather to look like my mother. Song Pianlan confessed that after the deed was done, Liang Shimu was killed by her, and her ashes were scattered at sea. My condolences."

Zhou Wanyun’s tears instantly overflowed.

Si Mingjing continued, "Let’s form an alliance. I want to avenge my mother, and you want to avenge your cousin. Let’s send all those who harmed them to prison, including Fang Jing; she’s not innocent in this either!"

"I am willing to ally with the strong." This signified their agreement to form an alliance.

But Zhou Wanyun trembled all over from grief and indignation. The moment the elevator opened, she forced herself to suppress her overwhelming sorrow, wiped away her tears, and walked out. This was far from the time for her to grieve!

"Miss Si, this way, please."

In the conference room, Fang Jing was still in a meeting, discussing how to deal with the Song Group’s PR crisis. She sat loftily in the president’s exclusive seat, demanding ideas from the group’s senior executives. Before the meeting ended, she needed a viable solution to stabilize all partners and also to address the continuous decline in the stock price.

At that moment, the door of the conference room flung open. A girl, both beautiful and cool, pushed the door and entered. It was Si Mingjing.

Mo Yinhe didn’t come in. He was in the corridor, on the phone with Lin Hanfeng, the president of the Lin Group.

Seeing Si Mingjing walk in alone, Fang Jing, lazily seated in the president’s chair, lifted her eyes and said, "Mingjing, why have you come?"

Si Mingjing approached the conference table. Her arrogant gaze swept around. She spoke indifferently, "With the group facing such a serious crisis, of course I had to come. My grandfather built this empire with his own hands, and I can’t let his legacy be destroyed."

Si Mingjing took out the inheritance transfer documents. "In the group, aside from my father, I hold the most shares. Now that my dad is being held by the police, in his absence, I should temporarily manage the Song Group!"

Fang Jing laughed. "Mingjing, do you understand how to manage a group? Running a large group is not child’s play, and the Song Group is at a critical juncture of life and death. Any mistake in decision-making could bring catastrophic damage to the group. Don’t make trouble at this time."

The executives present nodded one after another. There was a chorus of dissent. No one supported Si Mingjing taking over the company.

"Miss Si, have you attended school? Have you studied management?"

"Don’t add to the chaos now, isn’t it chaotic enough?"

"I support President Fang temporarily managing the group’s affairs."

"I also agree with President Fang."

"I agree with President Fang!"

"President Fang is more suitable than Miss Si; I’m willing to follow President Fang."

After one executive raised his hand to express his stance, the other executives followed suit, all supporting President Fang.

Fang Jing nudged her chin, looking amusedly at Si Mingjing. "Mingjing, you see? This is what you call popular consensus. Are you sure you still want to compete with me?"

Fang Jing’s expression seemed to say, "Don’t overestimate yourself! Your medical skills might be good, but you’re still too inexperienced to fight me for the Song Group!"

Si Mingjing was not in a rush, nor was she panicked. Facing everyone’s opposition, she remained composed. She was waiting for Mo Yinhe to finish his call, relying on him for powerful backing. She crossed her arms, also nudging her chin, refusing to show any sign of weakness in her demeanor.

"I hear that many companies cooperating with the Song Group called today to demand debt repayment, and those with ongoing negotiations have all terminated their agreements. So, let’s see who can resolve this crisis. Whoever resolves it should temporarily manage the company. What do you all think, executives?"

The reason the executives opposed her was simply because they felt she wasn’t capable enough, right? In that case, it was time to compete based on capability!

Although she lacked such capability, Mo Yinhe possessed it!