In the office.

Liang Jue listened to the words of the Beiming Hall subordinate, but his expression clearly softened somewhat.

"So, Mr. Liang, please reconsider and don’t act impulsively. You can think of this company as a meeting gift from the Hall Master to Miss Xiaoxiao," the subordinate continued to persuade.

The door creaked open, and Liang Anya walked in.

"Anya, why are you here?" Liang Jue was startled.

"Miss Liang," the subordinate greeted respectfully.

"He’s right, brother, don’t be impulsive."

Liang Jue frowned, "But—"

"Since it’s from the Hall Master for his daughter, why not take it? If you won’t, I’ll take it for Xiaoxiao and ask you, her uncle, to help manage it. Is that okay?"

"Anya—"

Liang Anya interrupted, "Brother, let’s decide happily like this."

With that, she walked over, picked up the large ledger and documents on the table, and placed them back in the office’s glass cabinet.

The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems Miss Liang has figured it out. That’s good."

"I have to thank your Hall Master. He’s the one who taught me that one should have a thicker skin to live happily," she shrugged.

The subordinate was at a loss for words; only Miss Liang could mock the Hall Master like that. Awkwardly, he said, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."

...

Watching the subordinate’s back leaving, Liang Jue came to his senses, "Anya, are you crazy? You’re really letting me take over his company?"

"Brother, he owes me this, why not take it? It’s something he owes me. If we don’t accept it, he’ll still cause trouble for me, so why not take it? Not taking it would be foolish! When your company’s business grows, at worst, return the investment shares to him. Your company not only has to continue, but I also won’t resign. I won’t let my life be disrupted by his appearance; let’s keep everything as usual, just like before!"

After dealing with Si Yuheng for so long, she finally understood a truth: you can’t deal with people like him by playing by the rules!

The more you retreat and hide, the more rampant he becomes.

Liang Jue hesitated for a moment but ultimately said nothing.

**********

After Si Yuheng’s identity was exposed, Liang Tao initiated a Level 1 security alert and notified the community’s security, forbidding him from visiting.

Previously, Liang Tao would take Xiaoxiao downstairs every day for a stroll in the center garden.

These days, he was extremely cautious and hadn’t even stepped outside.

Everything was on high alert, just in case Si Yuheng tried to approach Xiaoxiao again.

Liang Anya wasn’t too worried. If Si Yuheng really wanted to forcibly take Xiaoxiao, he would have done it before.

But precisely because this man knew Xiaoxiao was his daughter and didn’t forcibly take her, she felt inexplicably more tense.

The tension reached a certain level and became stress.

********

At night, Liang Jue was busy with company matters in his bedroom, shutting down the computer only at midnight.

As he was about to pour himself a glass of milk, he stepped out of the room and was stunned by the sight in the living room.

Anya, wearing a white nightgown, was walking slowly back and forth in the living room like a lost ghost, her eyes open but unfocused, lacking any expression.

Having grown up with his sister, Liang Jue knew what was happening and was already used to it.

He walked over, silently took her hand, and gently led her back to her bedroom.

Only after guiding her to bed and helping her lie down did she close her eyes, turn over, and fall deeply asleep.

Liang Jue shook his head, tucked her in, and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

Right then, Liang Tao got up in the middle of the night to check on Xiaoxiao in the nursery and saw his son leaving Anya’s room, "What’s the matter, Xiaojue?"

Liang Jue chuckled, "The girl’s sleepwalking has struck again."

Liang Tao frowned but said nothing.

Since childhood, Anya had this condition of sleepwalking whenever she was nervous or stressed, like before big exams or school transitions.

So, the Liang father and son were used to it.

Needless to say, it was undoubtedly because of Si Yuheng’s arrival this time.

****

Days later, in A City, in a five-star hotel, in the presidential suite.

The man was like a handsome and slender merman, with long legs propped on the tea table by the sofa, absentmindedly watching TV, his emerald eyes showing a bit of impatience.

Finally, he flung the remote at the wall with a bang, causing it to shatter and fall to the ground.

The subordinate understood his mood: although Mr. Liang hadn’t mentioned withdrawing shares, and Miss Liang hadn’t resigned, everything seemed the same as before but different.

Ever since knowing that the Hall Master was Miss Xiaoxiao’s biological father, the Liang Family had entered Level 1 alert, forbidding the Hall Master from visiting and even notifying the community’s security.

Every day after work, Jiang Pinhao would pick up Miss Liang from the office, giving the Hall Master no chance to get close.

Even when they had to interact due to the Golden Island Mansion renovation, Miss Liang would try to communicate just through phone calls and QQ, always maintaining an official business-like attitude, never saying a word more.

This reaction was like boiling a frog in warm water; it was clear that Miss Liang’s attitude had changed from evading the Hall Master to treating him like air!

The Hall Master was naturally more depressed than before!

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then came in and advised, "Hall Master, seeing as Miss Liang won’t run anymore, why not return to the country first? If you’re worried, I can stay here in A City with a few people to watch over Miss Liang and her daughter."

Si Yuheng’s eyes turned dark, "Is it those old ghosts in the country pushing me to return?"

The Hall Master indeed had sharp insight. Helplessly, the subordinate nodded, "Yes. The Hall Master isn’t on a mission this time, and the time spent in China is too long. Those officers in the hall have been calling frequently, asking when the Hall Master will return."

The subordinate had brushed them off each time, not daring to speak the truth directly.

If the people in Beiming Hall knew the Hall Master had left his domestic affairs for a girl from China, it would definitely cause a stir within Beiming Hall.

Better to avoid more trouble than less.

After all, for years, some people had been eyeing the Hall Master’s position.

Si Yuheng furrowed his brow tightly.

The elder uncles and fathers of the Beiming Hall were the followers of his father or even grandfather’s generation. They typically liked to wield their seniority, were excessively verbose, and constantly buzzed around him like mosquitoes, driving him insane.

This time, with him staying in China for so long, it’s easy to imagine how furious they are.

"Hall Master, should I book a flight ticket and have someone accompany you back to the country?" The subordinate cautiously suggested.

His gaze flickered, covering a hint of ferocity: "Next time they call, relay this message for me: anyone who dares to urge me to return again, I’ll send them back to retire in their hometown!"

"Hall Master, this—" The subordinate was stunned. Although Hall Master had always been at odds with the Beiming Hall’s elders, outwardly, they had at least been maintaining appearances. Now, he’s openly challenging them just to stay.