In the heart of Shanghai, the days trickled by, a facade of tranquility masking the undercurrents of tension simmering beneath the surface. Sun Lixia, ever the astute matriarch, could not shake the nagging feeling that something was amiss, a premonition that trouble was brewing on the horizon.
Her gaze settled upon her husband, Li Xiaojun, his presence a reassuring constant in the maelstrom of uncertainty. "Honey, stop worrying, okay?" he soothed, his voice a balm to her frayed nerves. "Just go to the shareholders' meeting with your head held high."
Sun Lixia exhaled a heavy sigh, her brow furrowed with concern. "Hubby, I still don't know why Father decided to choose me," she confessed, her words laced with a tinge of doubt. "He should have at least chosen Sun Weilong. I don't like dealing with business politics, and I know those old geezers who are shareholders will question my authority as a woman."
