h4Chapter 1131: Chapter 1131: Retirement/h4

    "Mr. Shang, Miss Shang and Mr. Wang have arrived at thepany. They’re in the conference room waiting for you, hurry over!" The secretary’s urgent call summoned Shang Feng back.

    Since thest unpleasant encounter with Shang Kaiwen, she seemed to have quieted down, no longer causing a stir.

    He sent his wife to check on Shang Kaiwen, and his wife reported that Kaiwen was well, eating and sleeping well, and Wang Ruo’an was treating her extremely well.

    Afraid that his wife might demand Kaiwen to file for divorce, Shang Feng didn’t tell her that Shang Kaiwen had been hit, just said she had identally suffered a minor injury.

    Shang’s mother naturally didn’t say anything either; after visiting Shang Kaiwen, she returned furious and blind from all the affection shown by her son-inw. Staying any longer would have driven her crazy.

    She hardly saw her husband anymore; they might not meet for ten days to half a month. If it weren’t for the phone, Shang’s mother might believe she had be a widow.

    Who knew Shang Feng was having fun with his little temptress outside.

    Shang Feng hurriedly returned to thepany; upon entering the conference room, he saw Shang Kaiwenfortably lounging in the center chair, spinning around in boredom, while Wang Ruo’an fed her strawberries with a fork and gazed at her with tenderness and affection.

    This scene didn’t seem as severe as the secretary made it out to be.

    He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

    "Kaiwen, Ruohan! You’re here? Why not give a heads-up in advance; it would have saved you a trip." Mainly, it would have saved him from an exhausting rush.

    Shang Kaiwen stood up, smiling brightly, "Dad, you’re here, sit down. Ruohan and I have something to tell you."

    She intimately held onto Shang Feng’s arm and pressed him into a chair; Shang Feng was seated in someone’s regr spot, his secretary’s, and felt a bit ufortable.

    "Dad, we’re here to discuss something with you."

    Shang Kaiwen pulled Wang Ruo’an to sit down; they sat facing Shang Feng, with a posture seemingly ready for negotiation!

    "What is it? Speak up."

    Shang Feng crossed his legs to appear more authoritative as the elder.

    "Dad, you’re getting older, always working hard, and I can’t bear it. I’m your only daughter, and Ruohan and I think it’s time for you to rest."

    Shang Kaiwen spoke without hesitation, fluently articting her point, which nearly made Shang Feng jump.

    He suddenly sat up straight, uncrossed his legs, and his face turned a bit grim. He hadn’t expected his daughter to say this to him.

    After the Shang Group’s revival, Shang Feng felt he could continue to work in his position for decades more; after all, he’s only in his fifties, far from retirement, and the Shang Group is thriving. He suddenly felt he still wanted to keep this position.

    "Xiaowen, what do you mean? I’m very healthy and don’t need retirement. You’ve married Ruohan, so focus on being a wife; don’t worry about family matters—the Shang Family has me. Why bother worrying so much? Ruohan, take Xiaowen home."

    Inwardly displeased, Shang Kaiwen has long wanted to take over the Shang Group. When the group was near bankruptcy, Shang Feng naturally didn’t think about continuing the struggle; but now, is the Shang Group the same?

    It’s flourishing, and they should consider the daily workload; thepany nearly can’t handle all the cooperation ns.

    With this growth ground, surpassing the Wang Group in three to five years isn’t impossible.

    How could Shang Feng give up?

    Wang Ruo’an remained unmoved, clutching Shang Kaiwen’s hand tightly; she clutched him back, trembling internally but knowing she couldn’t show it. Wang Ruo’an was her trump card, her biggest leverage. She wanted everyone to apany her to hell.

    If she couldn’t live happily, then no one else would have afortable life.

    The only advantage of Wang Ruo’an was his facade, pretending to be stronger than he was.

    Wang Ruo’an smiled, "Dad, Xiaowen is right. You’re getting older; you should enjoy leisure at home with your wife. When Xiaowen and I have a child, you can enjoy family happiness without struggling outside. Let us young ones handle it all."

    Since Shang Kaiwen wanted the Shang Group, Wang Ruo’an saw no reason not to give it.

    It’s just apany; Wang Ruo’an was willing to give, even if Shang Kaiwen wanted stars from the sky, he’d do so, not to mention this.

    Shang Feng was displeased; what did they mean by young? He wasn’t old!

    His face looked terrible, "Ruohan, this is the Shang Family’spany. Who it goes to, when it goes—that’s for me as the chairman to decide. No one else can easily change my decisions. Xiaowen, you’re my only daughter; thepany will definitely be yours in the future, but now, enjoy being Mrs. Wang."

    "Dad, did you forget what you promised me?"

    Shang Kaiwen replied through gritted teeth, one word at a time, already knowing the father’s shamelessness had no bounds, yet didn’t expect him to y these games with even his daughter.

    "What did I say? I don’t recall." Of course, Shang Feng knew what Shang Kaiwen was alluding to.

    It was about his past promise to hand over the Shang Group after her marriage to Wang Ruo’an, then retire.

    But that was then; things have changed.

    He’s her father, and now he’s regretting, and intends to take back those words—why not?

    Shang Kaiwen showed no emotional change,pletely anticipating this, now what else could surprise her?

    "Did you really forget?"

    Shang Feng mmed the table, "What do you mean? Who’s the father here, you or me? Is this how you speak to your dad? Go home now!"

    He immensely disliked Shang Kaiwen’s calctive demeanor; the Shang Group belonged to him—created singlehandedly, unrted to anyone else.

    Wang Ruo’an stood up and took Shang Kaiwen’s hand, "Xiaowen! Let’s go! Since your father doesn’t need our interference, as juniors, we must obey him. Let’s head home; today the fashion designer is set to customize clothes for you, dying will be improper."

    Shang Kaiwen bit her lip and, holding onto Wang Ruo’an’s arm, replied, "Fine, Dad, we’re leaving. Wishing you flourishing business."

    Shang Feng snorted coldly.

    The words sounded satirical.

    Wang Ruo’an and Shang Kaiwen walked out.

    Shang Feng plopped down into the chair.

    This unruly daughter thought dragging Wang Ruo’an along would intimidate him? Without considering, no matter how capable Wang Ruo’an is, he’d still have to call him father-inw, couldn’t eat him alive!

    Currently, hispany dealt with an overwhelming workload; even if the Wang Group didn’t offer opportunities, they’d still remain unsullied.

    Shang Feng was wary of the Wang Group.