"What brings you here?" Chu Lingzhi pushed the door open, asking knowingly. A graceful smile hung on her stunning face, yet her beautiful eyes held not a trace of warmth. If it were any other day, seeing her like this, Li Meirong would have lunged at her in fury, clawing at her face. But now, she had to endure—the Chu Group was waiting for her to save it. No matter how much hatred Li Meirong harbored inside, she had to suppress it, though her gaze at Chu Lingzhi remained far from friendly. Chu Lingzhi didn’t pull out a chair to sit. Instead, she stood across from them, smiling as she looked at them. "Looking for me?" "Lingzhi, the Chu Group is about to go under!" Chu Jianjue slammed the table, exclaiming. Chu Lingzhi gave a faint smile, observing his exhausted, haggard appearance. He must have begged countless others before finally coming to her. Over the past two years, the Chu Group’s performance had been poor, with stock prices only falling, never rising. Without sufficient capital to keep things afloat, bankruptcy was only a matter of time. These two years, Chu Jianjue and Chu Mengling had tried every possible way to restore the company to its former glory. The journey had been arduous, but a lingering existence was better than a swift end. Who would have thought that Nangong Yehen would step in, plunging the Chu Group into yet another crisis? In recent days, Chu Jianjue had begged many people and borrowed heavily, but nothing could save the company. He knew full well that this time, money alone wouldn’t be enough. Nangong Yehen was making it clear—he was waiting to see their attitude. If he had known that Chu Lingzhi had gotten involved with Nangong Yehen, he would never have let Li Meirong scheme against her. "Lingzhi, Dad is begging you—please save the Chu Group." Chu Jianjue set aside his usual dignity and authority, humbly pleading before Chu Lingzhi. "Borrowing money?" Chu Lingzhi looked at them with a smile, the corners of her lips lifting in a hint of disdain. "Go back and tell Master Nangong to spare the Chu Group. He’s magnanimous—he shouldn’t bother with a small company like ours." Chu Jianjue frowned, his face twisted in misery. "What does the Chu Group’s collapse have to do with Nangong Yehen?" Chu Lingzhi smiled, feigning ignorance. "Chu Lingzhi, if it weren’t for you, would he go after the Chu Group?" Li Meirong couldn’t hold back her anger any longer, glaring at Chu Lingzhi. "Don’t act all innocent here. If it weren’t for you, the Chu Group would still be fine." Fearing Chu Lingzhi might lose her temper, Chu Jianjue tugged at Li Meirong’s sleeve and hissed, "Shut up!" Li Meirong had been pampered her whole life, and Chu Jianjue usually indulged her every whim. Now, scolding her in front of Chu Lingzhi, a surge of rage ignited in her chest. But for the sake of the Chu Group, she forcibly suppressed the fury threatening to erupt, her hatred for Chu Lingzhi burning deep inside. Chu Lingzhi placed both hands on the desk, leaning forward, and smiled at Li Meirong. "If you hadn’t drugged me, would Nangong Yehen go after the Chu Group? Li Meirong, can you stop blaming others for your own mistakes?" "You little..." bitch. Before she could scream the last word, Chu Jianjue barked at her again: "Li Meirong, shut up!" Chu Lingzhi straightened up, crossed her arms, and watched them with amusement. This time, his voice was even louder than before, and Li Meirong felt utterly humiliated in front of Chu Lingzhi. Unable to contain her rage any longer, she shot up and pointed at Chu Jianjue, cursing, "You worthless piece of trash! Do you think me shutting up will save the Chu Group? I told you not to bring her back to the Chu family, but you insisted! And now look—we’ve raised a thankless wolf!"