Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

10% was really a lot, it just so happened that it could change the successor of Feng's.

Feng Cheng did not make a sound, allowing Mu Qinghuan to release his anger, letting her beat him up.

"Say something! I invite you to speak! " Tears fell freely down Mu Qinghuan's face as she sobbed, "The first time we met, you asked me if I was Xia Zhenxiong's daughter. At that time, you already started to get close to me …"

Her mind was in a mess, Mu Qinghuan only felt that she had reached a dead end, and the bottom of her heart was filled with suspicions.

The first question was, why did Dad own the shares?

The second question was, why did my father go to prison? Was it related to the Feng's consortium?

That's right, when father was arrested, he was in Feng's.

There must be a connection!

However, Mu Qinghuan was simply unable to figure out the relationship between the two of them.

That was true. How could a mere girl like her be able to guess such a big case back then?

If she could guess, how could Feng Cheng hold her in his palm?

"There are some questions that I cannot answer. You can ask your father." Feng Cheng promised Xia Zhenxiong that he would keep this a secret.

"You're asking me why I'm so close to you … "Yes, I'm close to it for the sake of the shares …" He did not deny that, as soon as Feng Cheng finished speaking, his expression changed, and his tears fell down abruptly, running down his delicate cheeks …

At the same time, she raised her palm and slapped Feng Cheng.

She was qualified to slap him.

The effects of their strength were all mutual, and the injuries were all mutual as well. When she hit him, her palm also felt the same pain, and so did her heart.

Not dodging in the slightest, Feng Cheng coldly turned his face to the side and five finger marks suddenly appeared on his grave and stern face.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his cheek and then indifferently looked at Mu Qinghuan, not saying a single word.

"Oh, I understand. This 10% share is the reason why you came close to me. Is that why you married me?" After nodding her head thrice, Mu Qinghuan finally understood the reason why Feng Cheng had always been unwilling to divorce.

If Feng Cheng got a divorce, it would be even more impossible to get this 10% share.

Therefore, his goal had always been clear — — 10% of the shares!

No wonder, Feng Cheng remained calm, as if he did not mind the will.

"Qiao Wennuan lost to the shares, not me!" Mu Qinghuan abruptly took off the ice-cold ring, and without hesitation, she threw it towards Feng Cheng's chest. "Feng Cheng, I hate you!"

After she finished speaking, Mu Qinghuan resolutely brushed past his shoulders.

But suddenly, he firmly held her wrist down!

Mu Qinghuan could not move!

Feng Cheng lowered his head, coincidentally looking at the side of her face, and the determination in her eyes, "Mu Qinghuan, stand by my side!"

"Mr. Feng …" "Take your hand away!" With a cold laugh, Mu Qinghuan quickly turned around and left.

The entire conference room had become much quieter, leaving Feng Cheng alone.

Pulling all the documents on the table to the ground, Feng Cheng punched out with all his might, the ruthlessness in his eyes filling up.

Dad actually gave Big Bro 30%. If it was a bit less... He did not need Mu Qinghuan's shares.

However, what Mu Qinghuan said was the truth.

His approach... It was for the rights.

At the beginning, that was indeed the case …

What happened next …

Later, I wanted to have a home.

Just as Mu Qinghuan walked out of the meeting room, she was stopped respectfully by a group of suited men.

"Excuse me." Tina quickly ran over and helped Mu Qinghuan stop those suited men.

"Miss Xia …" Oh no, Miss Mu, I'll have to trouble you to sign this share transfer! " The person who came was Feng Ji's secretary, "As long as Miss Mu is willing to sign the share transfer, our Young Master will definitely not treat you unfairly!"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Before she clearly knew the origin of this 10% share, Mu Qinghuan would not casually hand it over to others.

"Miss Mu, these shares are actually useless to you! I advise you to give way! "Otherwise..." The secretary's tone was arrogant.

"I won't let you have all these shares. It's more than enough for me to spend my entire life!" Mu Qinghuan sneered, no matter what, she was the majority shareholder of the Feng's, what was with this secretary's tone?

Now, who should be putting on airs?

"Miss Mu, are you saying that you won't cooperate?" The secretary lowered her eyes.

"Miss Secretary, you seem to have used the wrong tone. Goodbye." Mu Qinghuan was displeased and walked towards the elevator.

"Sister-in-law." Feng Ji had been waiting at the side of the elevator for a long time. When he saw Mu Qinghuan walking over without any hurry, he immediately went up to him, "My secretary doesn't know how to speak, so don't be angry."

"It doesn't matter." Mu Qinghuan shook her head and stood straight.

"Money, I can give it to you, but shares are useless even if you want them." Feng Ji and his secretary had the same theory.

Hearing that, Mu Qinghuan just stood there motionlessly.

"I think the reason why Ol 'Two is getting close to you is because of the shares. Then every time you see the shares, you would definitely feel uncomfortable. Why don't you give it to me?" Feng Ji really knew how to speak, he was such a good person, Mu Qinghuan felt so grateful.

"And then, to let you defeat him? Break my son's father? " Mu Qinghuan laughed coldly, "Since it is mine, I have the qualification to distribute and manage it. President Feng, I am not willing to give up my ownership right now, what about it, do you want to take action against me? I know a lot of media reporters, and if they were to expose this kind of thing, who would still dare to trust the Feng's Group? The old gramps just left, you must not … make a mess of the company. "

"What exactly do you want?" Feng Ji held Mu Qinghuan tightly, his eyes revealing a rare seriousness, "Other than marriage, I can give you everything else, I only want the right to inherit."

"Inheritance, don't you have it now?" Mu Qinghuan playfully raised her eyebrows.

"Are you kidding me?" Feng Ji did have the right to inherit, but he did not have the right to speak about the company.

No matter what decision they made, they would have to see the expressions of Feng Cheng and Mu Qinghuan.

Because they were the biggest shareholders, their combined shares, surpassed Feng Ji's!

Then, as the CEO, he was too sullen!

"It's such a pity, Eldest Young Master, you've lost out on loose shares." Mu Qinghuan laughed playfully and walked into the elevator.

Feng Ji's eyes darkened, and smashed his fist against the ice-cold wall. How could he not have expected this, how could Feng Cheng marry so easily?

Just as Mu Qinghuan walked out of the Feng's Consortium, she was surrounded by reporters. She quickly got on the car and received a call from Zhang Lan the next second.

"How is it? "What were the results?" Zhang Lan asked nervously.

"The results didn't really come out …" The Old Master has prepared too many wills, and too many changes have occurred. " Mu Qinghuan rubbed his glabella and asked curiously, "Mom, does Dad and CEO Feng know each other?"

"This, I don't know." Zhang Lan shook her head with a puzzled expression. She really did not know about this.

"Oh." Mu Qinghuan looked like she was deep in thought.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Lan asked curiously.

"Nothing." Mu Qinghuan shook her head, she did not want her mother to worry about him.

Halfway there, Mu Qinghuan received a call from Lin Ziran, so she simply drove to the Feng Residence.

Mu Qinghuan walked into the living room, and suddenly, she knelt down in front of her.

"My wife, although I have not treated you well enough, my son has always treated you wholeheartedly. When have you ever lost out in the past?" Why don't you transfer the shares to him? Otherwise, our family's days here won't be easy. " Lin Ziran sobbed.

Mu Qinghuan looked troubled, "Mother, you get up first to speak."

"If you don't agree, I won't get up! Kneel all the way here! " Lin Ziran had already thought about fighting for a long time.

"…" Since she met someone who didn't listen to reason, Mu Qinghuan might as well kneel down as well!

"…" Lin Ziran had no other choice but to kneel!

"…" There was no other way, Mu Qinghuan would still insist on kneeling!

Seeing this, Lin Wanyu sighed, "Sis, please don't cause any more trouble here. No one can digest this news …" The main thing is that the two of them don't seem to be able to settle things here, but I think, after all, Xinxin is here … "

"Oh, is that so? Seeing Xinxin, my wife, you will transfer the ownership over to your husband, right?" Lin Ziran's eyes shone brightly, staring intently at Mu Qinghuan!

Mu Qinghuan did not make a sound! The reason she went back to the residence this time was to settle her private matters …

Her private affairs with Feng Cheng!

When Feng Cheng walked into the living room, he saw his wife and this old lady both kneeling!

What was going on?

"Mom." Walking over lightly, Feng Cheng supported Lin Ziran up, "You old bones, why are you kneeling? If she's making trouble for me, why are you making trouble for me?"

"But …" Lin Ziran rolled her eyes, and looked at Feng Cheng.

"Go back to your room and rest." Feng Cheng stood in front of Mu Qinghuan.

Mu Qinghuan was not unwilling to get up from her knees, but rather, her legs were numb. She could not get up at all, and she had no choice but to admire Lin Ziran.

Feng Cheng glanced at Mu Qinghuan, then extended his hand out to her, "Is your leg numb?"

"…" Was he laughing at her? Just as Mu Qinghuan reached out her hand, she slapped it heavily onto his palm. Then, with great difficulty, she forced herself to stand up.

Feng Cheng could not take it anymore, and suddenly carried her and threw her onto the bed in the bedroom.

Ah--!" With a blood-curdling screech, Mu Qinghuan felt as though her body lost weight and fell onto the bed.

"What happened just now?" In fact, Feng Cheng could guess that Lin Ziran could do anything for the sake of ownership.

"What do you think?" "About the shares!" There was no need to ask for it. Feng Cheng just wanted to know what Mu Qinghuan was thinking.

His question was really direct …

"I want my son!" With her back leaning on the big bed, Mu Qinghuan hooked her arms around Feng Cheng's neck, "Give me your son, we will get a divorce … I'll give you the shares! "