Shu Yuntu thought carefully and found some reason in it.
After all, even if he were to take over the company, he wouldn't know how to manage it—there was a good chance he might even cause the company to lose money.
"So how about this, you give me some shares? I don't ask for too much, just five percent," Shu Yuntu said.
Compared to taking over the company, getting shares was more beneficial. Although he was illiterate, he knew that owning shares would allow him to receive dividends.
"Not much? Five percent of Fanzhuo shares could sell for over a billion on the market. Your request isn't excessive at all," Shu Ya mocked him, which was quite a lion's demand.
It wasn't Shu Yuntu's fault as a literacy, he thought five percent was very little, but he had no idea how much that five percent was worth.
Owning that five percent meant that he would receive tens of millions in dividends annually, which was enough money for him to squander.
Detecting the sarcasm in Shu Ya's tone, Shu Yuntu looked displeased:
"Shu Ya, no matter what, I am your father. Asking for five percent isn't too much, right? After all, you own fifty-three percent of the shares, don't you?"
"Yes, Shu Ya! No matter what, Yuntu is your father. What father and daughter hold grudges overnight? Besides, it's been so many years since then," Fu Jinmei also chimed in.
She was playing the good cop at this moment, naturally because of the five percent of the shares.
If Shu Yuntu could get those shares, she naturally could continue enjoying her life as a wealthy wife.
However, Shu Ya felt utter disgust, staring coldly at Fu Jinmei:
"I'm curious what stance you are taking to talk to me. Have you forgotten what you once did to my family? How can you be so shameless?"
Fu Jinmei's expression stiffened, her face turned ugly and she lowered her head, but a flash of resentment crossed her eyes.
Shu Ya, however, was expressionless. This woman had once shattered her family and even caused her mother's death by grief-stricken suicide—she was the one who should rightfully hold resentment.
"Shu Ya, how can you speak like that? Jinmei is your aunt, no matter what. Don't you think you're being excessive?" Shu Yuntu urgently scolded.
"She's just a child, it's no big deal," Fu Jinmei postured.
"Stop playing the good person here. Was it not excessive when you got my mom killed?"
Shu Ya was furious too. At this point, Shu Yuntu was still defending his mistress. It was hopeless; he would be manipulated by this woman to his death.
"She killed herself, it's none of my business," Shu Yuntu said angrily. Thinking about it, it was because of those damn women who killed themselves that he had been kicked out of the house.
"Mom did so much for you, and yet you say such things? You're worse than a beast!"
Shu Ya was gritting her teeth by now. She felt so unworthy for her mother, who had once committed suicide for Shu Yuntu, a beast who didn't deserve it!
"Just give me the shares and cut the crap!" Shu Yuntu exclaimed, infuriated by Shu Ya's public humiliation.
Shu Ya remained silent, only scoffing coldly at Shu Yuntu. In that moment, she suddenly calmed down.
She realized she needn't be so angry over such a scumbag. Was it worth it? She didn't want to become a weak woman like her mother.
Being stared at by Shu Ya, Shu Yuntu suddenly felt uneasy and hesitated:
"Then... four percent?"
Shu Ya stayed silent, her face increasingly mocking.
"Three percent!" Shu Yuntu said through clenched teeth, knowing Shu Ya would not give more, so he chose to compromise.
Shu Ya shook her head, her face thick with hatred:
"Don't even think about it. I won't give you a single penny."
The company was her mother's legacy, and Shu Yuntu had been using her mother's money to support his mistress during her mother's lifetime!
Now, after her mother's death, Shu Yuntu still wanted to continue? Shu Ya would not agree!
"Shu Ya, I am your father!" Shu Yuntu exclaimed, gritting his teeth in anger.
He had never felt the slightest remorse for Shu Ya's mother's death!
In his eyes, it was all the woman's fault for seeking her own death; he was not to blame!
And as Shu Ya's father, he felt entitled to Shu Ya's inheritance; after all, it was only natural for a child to support their parent!
"No, my father died long ago," Shu Ya said with a cold laugh.
Only remembering that I am your father when you need money, what about when you abandoned your wife? Did you not think of that then?
Shu Yuntu slammed the table and stood up, looking coldly at Shu Ya:
"Don't forget the agreement with your family; you only qualify to inherit the company after you are married. So, currently, the company still partially belongs to me!"
Hao Jian couldn't help but laugh and cry; there's too much drama in rich families, these are not father and daughter, but enemies.
"Oh, is that so?" Shu Ya chuckled oddly and then hooked her arm into Hao Jian's:
"I forgot to introduce you, this is my boyfriend, Hao Jian. We are planning to get married next month!"
Shu Yuntu and Fu Jinmei exclaimed simultaneously. If that was the case, they would get nothing.
"What's wrong, my father, your daughter is getting married. Aren't you happy?" Shu Ya tilted her head, feigning confusion.
"You cannot marry him!" Shu Yuntu declared emphatically.
"Why?" Shu Ya asked with interest.
"What do you do?" Shu Yuntu stared directly at Hao Jian.
Hao Jian, frightened by Shu Yuntu's abrupt question, gave a bitter smile: "I am a driver."
"A driver?" Shu Yuntu let out a scoff, glaring at Shu Ya: "You want to marry a driver?"
Shu Ya was also speechless; this damn guy, never honest when he should be, but too honest when he shouldn't be—absolutely infuriating.
"Shu Ya's taste is indeed unique," Fu Jinmei laughed coquettishly, her face full of mockery.
At that moment, Shu Yuntu thought of something, a smile suddenly crossing his lips: "If you can find a femme fatale, why can't I find a driver?"
And then Fu Jinmei wasn't laughing anymore, her eyes filled with rage, wanting to explode but daring not to.
"I am your father, I have the right to demand that you not marry him!"
"Of course, you have the right to demand that, but I also have the right to refuse," Shu Ya shrugged, unconcerned.
Shu Yuntu's teeth were almost grinding, but he could say nothing to Shu Ya; he knew that his daughter never regarded him as a father.
"You should leave my daughter, you're not good enough for her."
Since he could not persuade Shu Ya, Shu Yuntu directly turned to Hao Jian, his attitude overbearing and disdainful.
Hao Jian smirked and crossed his legs: "Uncle, I think you are mistaken. It's not that I'm clinging to her, but rather, she won't let me go, even if I try to shake her off."
Upon hearing this, everyone, including Shu Ya, was stunned.
What Shu Yuntu and Fu Jinmei thought was: How could that be possible?
But what Shu Ya thought was: Could this guy be about to spill the secret?
"What are you joking about? My daughter is a Harvard graduate. You, a poor driver with neither looks, body, nor money, why would she hang onto you?"
Shu Yuntu simply couldn't believe it; it was complete nonsense.