7: play house?

Ling Xian liked the Wu siblings very much. Wu Poshan possessed both talent and loyalty, while Wu Yueyue was sweet and cute, making her quite endearing to Ling Xian.

"I have some things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now," Ling Xian said, looking at Wu Poshan.

His time was precious; at tomorrow's group meeting, he intended to set a ruthless trap for those old fogies.

Since ancient times, there has only been one most effective open scheme: a meeting.

Wu Poshan also knew that for someone of Ling Xian's status, the value of every second was calculated in the millions.

Wu Poshan nodded and did not disturb him.

"Ling Wu, you stay here."

After saying that, he turned and prepared to leave.

Ling Xian suddenly thought of something and turned back to Wu Poshan, saying, "Dress a bit more formally tomorrow. Whatever makes you comfortable is fine; it doesn't have to be a suit, but don't lose face for me."

"You are already my subordinate."

"Tell Ling Wu the cost of the clothes, and he'll reimburse you."

Wu Poshan was excited; he finally had a proper job.

And this job wasn't just good—even his clothes were being reimbursed.

After Ling Xian left, Wu Poshan asked the silent Ling Wu, "Fifth Brother, about these clothes..."

"Wait a moment, I'll take you to buy them."

Ling Wu maintained absolute loyalty to Ling Xian, but he did not yet fully trust Wu Poshan and remained vigilant.

Naturally, he wasn't inclined to say much.

Meanwhile, Wu Yueyue lay on the hospital bed with a face full of blushes. She was only focused on Ling Xian's departure and hadn't noticed the conversation between the two men beside her.

That's right, Wu Yueyue was someone obsessed with good looks.

Before, Wu Yueyue would never have admitted to being obsessed with looks.

At most, she would say she wasn't as resistant to handsome people.

But now, seeing a handsome guy of this caliber, she had to admit her obsession.

"Brother, do you have Big Brother Ling's contact information?"

"Ah?" To be honest, Wu Poshan hadn't adapted yet.

First, there was the lack of warmth from his senior, and now his sister was actually asking for the boss's contact information.

She was even calling him Big Brother Ling.

This... what on earth was going on!

"I don't have it. I haven't even started work yet, so how would I know?"

At that moment, Ling Wu spoke up quickly, "I have it."

A qualified Death Soldier must have the ability to read the room.

He had observed clearly just now that the Young Master had taken an interest in Wu Yueyue.

At such a time, as a Death Soldier, he had to create opportunities for the Young Master... The next morning at nine o'clock.

Ling Xian didn't have the habit of waking up early; he always slept until he woke up naturally.

In the core CBD area of Donghai City, the Ling Group headquarters building towered into the clouds, standing out like a crane among chickens.

Under the sunlight, it displayed the Ling Family's unshakeable status in the Donghai business world at every turn.

Even if the other major families teamed up to trap the Ling Group, they hadn't managed to damage its foundation.

This was the Ling Group, an entity that struck fear into the other Three Major Families of Donghai.

The Ling Group had developed too fast—so fast that they feared one day the Ling Corporation would swallow them whole.

On the top floor, inside the Chairman's office, Ling Xian stood before a massive floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the urban landscape of Donghai City beneath his feet.

Yesterday, Ling Xian had Ling Wu properly arrange for Wu Yueyue to be moved to a top-tier private hospital controlled by the Ling Corporation, where she was taken over by the best team of experts, free of charge.

But to be honest, Ling Xian felt things wouldn't be that simple.

A Divine Doctor might very well appear later on.

But until then, Ling Xian didn't think anything major would happen to Wu Yueyue.

Today was his first day taking over the Ling Group.

But truthfully, a chairman was almost optional for the entire Ling Group.

Ling Tianshi had managed the group so well that even if a few executives or shareholders were missing, the people below would still keep everything running.

It was like a massive machine that no longer required a leader to operate.

This was one of the reasons Ling Tianshi felt comfortable handing it over to Ling Xian.

However, if this machine was merely running in place, that wasn't what Ling Xian needed.

"Young Master, the directors and group executives have all arrived and are waiting in the conference room."

The secretary was a man in his thirties named Ding Huashi, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking shrewd and capable.

He was an absolute confidant promoted by Ling Tianshi himself.

Ling Xian turned around with an expressionless face, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

"Young Master, shall I carry those documents for you?"

Ding Huashi seemed to sense that the documents were extraordinary.

This thick folder, which the Eldest Young Master was carrying personally, absolutely could not be ignored.

However, the people involved in Ling Xian's documents included not only three directors and five executives but also this very secretary.

How could he possibly let him hold it?

"No need."

"Young Master, I feel that since you've just taken over, perhaps you should steady things first?" Ding Huashi could sense the gathering storm.

"Steady?" Ling Xian's lips curled into a cold sneer. "My father was too steady, which made these vermin feel they had an opportunity, even to the point of stabbing him in the back."

"And now look, he was so infuriated that he ended up in the hospital."

After speaking, Ling Xian strode toward the conference room, his voice not loud but carrying an unquestionable authority: "Today, this Young Master is going to perform a radical cure by scraping the bone to remove the poison."

Ding Huashi looked at Ling Xian's tall and oppressive figure, feeling a shiver run through his heart.

After a moment of silence, he grumbled, "He'll just go back once he's had his fun. These rich second-generation kids only know how to squander family assets."

The core figures of the Ling Group were already seated around the massive circular conference table.

The middle-aged man sitting in the second seat was Vice Chairman Luo Hongyuan, in his fifties, slightly plump, with a friendly smile on his face.

He seemed easygoing, but the cunning and calculation in his eyes could not escape the gaze of a martial artist like Ling Xian.

Sitting to his left and right were clearly several directors and executives who followed his lead.

The other directors and executives had varying expressions; some watched in silence, some looked worried, and some were indifferent toward this "parachuted" young Chairman.

However, it wouldn't be long before they realized that the price of underestimating him was more than they could bear.

Ling Xian walked straight to the head of the table and sat down, showing not the slightest hint of fear or concern because of these old fogies.

Ding Huashi stood quietly behind him.

"Everyone, from today on, I will temporarily take over as Chairman of the Ling Group." Ling Xian got straight to the point, his eyes hiding his own calculations; he had no interest in small talk or pleasantries with these old men.

A steadiness and majesty inconsistent with his age emanated from him. "My father needs to rest. During this time, all affairs of the group will be fully under my responsibility."

Luo Hongyuan was the first to speak with a smile, offering a sort of elder's "concern." "Nephew Xian, I am very relieved that you could return to take over the group."

"However, the business world is like a battlefield and is very complex. It's not like your usual playing house. You've only just graduated and lack experience. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask your Uncle Luo. I will certainly assist you with all my strength."

These words sounded pleasant, but they actually implied that Ling Xian was young and incompetent and needed to rely on him, meaning the real power would still remain in his hands.

Playing house?

Ling Xian gave a self-deprecating inward laugh.