If it weren't for the Li Family's investment, the company would have been in grave danger.
After a moment's thought, Chu Wenhui spoke seriously, "No matter what, this is an opportunity for our Chu Family."
"But you heard what that girl said, do you really want to give her the shares?" Mistress Zhou Zitong's tone was filled with reluctance.
Chu Wenhui snorted lightly, "Do you have another solution?"
Zhou Zitong pursed her lips and remained silent.
Both brothers from the Chu Family had their own companies; to cover such a huge deficit, they both had to bring out their assets.
Who would willingly do so?
This time, the investment from Li Hannian was a necessity for the Chu Family.
As the saying goes, 'No pain, no gain,' so they would just have to grit their teeth and give up that 5% of the shares.
"Brother!" Chu Wenjie sat next to his elder brother, "In the past, we went to great lengths to prevent that bastard from entering the Chu Family. This isn't inviting a wolf into our house, is it?"
Glancing sideways through the floor-to-ceiling window at Chu Nanxi, who had walked to her motorcycle, Chu Wenhui's eyes narrowed coldly behind his glasses, "Li Hannian, that Little Devil, how could he be hopelessly devoted to an ugly girl? It's just novelty, he'll soon tire of it! A little girl won't stir up any significant trouble, when the time comes, won't we still have the final say?"
Chu Wenjie followed his gaze and smirked, "That's true!"
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Outside the window.
Putting on her motorcycle helmet, Chu Nanxi raised her hand to wipe down the windshield, lightly tapped the accelerator with her right foot, and the motorcycle roared as it left the villa complex.
A moment later, she arrived at Jincheng First Hospital.
After parking the motorcycle, she carefully carried the thermos upstairs.
On the stairs, people occasionally glanced at her; Chu Nanxi always kept a detached expression and paid them no mind.
In the intensive care unit, the Chu family patriarch, Chu Jinwang, lay with his eyes closed on the pillow, his complexion pale.
Sitting beside the old man's bed, Chu Nanxi immediately showed her best smile.
"Grandpa, I brought your favorite mushroom soup. Doesn't it smell wonderful?"
The old man was still in a coma, naturally not responding to her.
Opening the thermos, she poured out some soup, cooled it, and carefully fed the old man with a straw.
Two months ago, the old man had had a stroke and undergone surgery but had been in a coma ever since.
Even though she was using a syringe to feed him, some soup still dribbled out of his mouth and onto his chin.
Chu Nanxi didn't mind at all; she carefully wiped his chin clean with a tissue, then fed him another syringe...
Chu Jinwang had also been an artist in his younger years, capturing several Best Actor awards with his splendid acting skills.
From being in front of the camera to behind the scenes, he founded Chu Cultural Company, gradually becoming a leading enterprise in the industry, with countless critically acclaimed movies and TV shows to his name.
Regrettably, his later years were not as glorious.
In recent years, the old man's health had been poor, necessitating the handover of the company to his sons.
Since his illness, Chu Cultural has been in decline.
Now, with the old man bedridden, the once-leading company finds itself in the agonizing position of having to sell their own daughter for financial support—how could it not evoke sighs?
After feeding a small bowl of soup to the old man, Chu Nanxi stretched out her hand and grasped the old man's dry hand.
"Grandpa, rest and recuperate with peace of mind. I will help you guard Chu Cultural well. You must get well soon."
When a nurse walked in and saw Chu Nanxi, a look of emotion appeared in her eyes.
It had been over two months since the old man's surgery and he had been in a coma since doing the initial vigil of coming to watch over him every day.
These days, aside from Chu Nanxi, the others had almost stopped coming.