Hearing this, Old Zhao and Li Hong both looked utterly astonished, unable to believe what I had just said. They questioned whether they had misheard me and asked for clarification once more.
"What did you say?"
I locked my gaze with Old Zhao's, my determination unwavering. "I want to take over your business! Lin Mu Xi can negotiate deals for her father's company, and Wang Ju'en is helping her father expand into Lake City. Why can't I do the same?"
"Xiao Lun," Old Zhao said, "it's not that your father and I don't want you involved in this matter; it's just that the waters here are too deep and very dangerous—extremely dangerous."
Li Hong didn't outright reject my proposal; instead, she tried to persuade me gently. She knew that no matter how hard they worked to shield me from risks, some things were inevitable. They couldn't protect me forever.
"Mom, Old Zhao, I've made up my mind! I'm determined to gradually take over. If anyone thinks I'm an easy target, they can come and try."
Old Zhao looked at me with a complex expression, unsure whether to feel relieved or reluctant. He understood that the currents in Lake City were turbulent, and he didn't know if letting me step in was a good or bad move.
"Since you've decided, then go ahead and do it. If anything goes wrong, I'll back you up. I'm getting old; sooner or later, you'll have to take over these matters."
Rather than sitting idly by, I'd rather dive into this murky water.
With the three concerns weighing on my mind resolved, I turned and headed upstairs. Since you all think I'm easy to bully, I'll just flip the entire table—no one will get to eat!
"Old Zhao, is this really okay? I'm still worried about Xiao Lun."
"What’s meant to happen will happen eventually. Taking charge now might actually be a good thing; it would prevent him from being helpless when the time comes."
A storm was brewing on the horizon.
When I returned to school two days later, the looks from my classmates were filled with fear. Even those who had previously tried to curry favor with me now avoided me upon learning that my father was the notorious Mad Dog Zhao Changsheng from West City.
It's better to avoid trouble than to invite it—this situation was just fine.
School life was rather mundane during this period. Lin Mu Xi came by to ask how I was considering things. I simply replied that Old Zhao had sent someone to investigate, and she hurried off.
After school, Old Zhao informed me that he would send someone tomorrow to finalize the merger with Lin Mu Xi and hand over the keys to that floor.
The following weeks passed in a similar manner, with less than a month left until the college entrance exams. Everyone was gearing up for a final push!
Unlike others, Hu Yao and I were lounging on the soccer field under the sun.
"Old Hu," I asked casually, "which university do you think you can get into?"
Hu Yao shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever works for me; any of them would be fine. It would be best if we could attend the same school."
I didn't doubt Hu Yao's ability to get into Lakeside University. After all, there were plenty of wealthy and powerful offspring at that school; as long as you had strong connections, getting into Lakeside University was relatively easy.
Hearing this, I quickly shifted to the side. "You can't be a gay, can you? Keep your distance from me!"
I saw Hu Yao smirk, revealing his sharp teeth as he lunged at me. "Heh, didn't think you'd notice!"
So we started to wrestle on the football field's grass. Despite my repeated attempts to attack, this guy dodged me with ease and flipped me onto the ground.
"Seriously, what do you eat to grow so strong? I can't even touch you!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in frustration and plopping down on the grass. "Forget it, how can I fight when I can't even get close?"
"Hey, I'm not bragging; back when I fought, you were probably still playing in the mud!"
"Shut up! Oh right, I'm getting ready to take over my dad's business. By the time I graduate from college, I'll probably be just like him."
Hu Yao casually replied, "Isn't that great?"
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