Old Sun is right," a man with a stern face muttered. "The bank won't care about our excuses when they come knocking for their money. The company is drowning in debt."
"If we don't act fast, bankruptcy will be our only option. Lenovo already rejected the last batch of goods, and every day we delay, we're losing money."
The room filled with murmurs of agreement, but Wu Bin's expression darkened. He slammed his palm against the table.
"Enough. Stop panicking."
The room fell silent. Taking a deep breath, Wu Bin continued in a low voice, "I understand the urgency. But we have a bigger problem right now."
He let the weight of his words settle before speaking again.
"Jiang Hao's will transfers 62% of the company's shares to Jiang Han, with Jiang Zhiyu supporting him. If that kid successfully takes control, we lose any leverage we have."
A man with sharp features leaned forward, his voice tense. "So, what do we do?"
Wu Bin's gaze turned icy as he looked toward the direction where Jiang Han's car had disappeared. A slow smirk formed on his lips.
"If the kid hands over his shares willingly, fine. If not…"
A dangerous silence filled the room.
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Meanwhile, at the Jiang Family Residence…
Jiang Han slumped onto the leather sofa, his body heavy with exhaustion. The reality of his rebirth and the activation of the system still felt surreal.
The sharp click of high heels echoed from the hallway. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a tall, elegant woman.
Jiang Han's breath hitched.
Standing before him was Jiang Zhiyu.
She looked exactly as he remembered—poised, confident—but her face was younger, untouched by the hardships that would come in the future.
Jiang Zhiyu's sharp gaze softened the moment she saw him. Stepping inside, she asked in a concerned voice, "Xiaohan, are you alright?"
Hearing her call him by that familiar name, Jiang Han's carefully maintained composure wavered.
If there was one person he owed the most in his past life—besides his parents—it was her.
Jiang Zhiyu had always been his pillar of support. No matter how reckless he was, she never gave up on him. Even when he lost everything, she had still tried to help.
Even after he squandered their inheritance, she had built her own company from the money she cashed out—yet she never truly abandoned him.
And how did he repay her?
By being a disappointment.
Regret surged through him, suffocating.
Before he realized it, he had pulled Jiang Zhiyu into a tight embrace, his voice shaking. "Sister…"
Jiang Zhiyu stiffened slightly before relaxing in his arms. She sighed softly and stroked his back.
"If you need to cry, it's okay," she murmured. "I'm here."
Her words were meant to comfort him, but instead, they cut deep.
She had carried everything alone—the company, the debts, the weight of their parents' deaths—and yet, here she was, comforting him.
He couldn't let this continue.
Jiang Han couldn't allow her to bear everything on her own.
He wouldn't be the same foolish, helpless younger brother as before.
Taking a deep breath, he let go.
Jiang Zhiyu looked at him, startled. "Xiaohan?"
For the first time, she noticed something different in his eyes. The usual aimlessness was gone.
In its place was resolve.
Jiang Han gently took her hand, his grip steady. His voice was firm.
"Sister, from today onwards, I will carry this burden with you."
Jiang Zhiyu blinked in surprise. "You… what do you mean?"
Instead of answering, Jiang Han released her hand and turned toward his room. As he reached the doorway, he finally spoke.
"Call for a shareholders' meeting this afternoon. It's time I stop running."
Then, without another word, he closed the door behind him.
Jiang Zhiyu stood frozen for a long moment, trying to process his words.
A complicated smile slowly formed on her lips.
"You've really changed, haven't you?" she whispered.
But even as she spoke, worry flickered in her eyes.
The company wasn't just struggling—it was drowning in debt. And the board of directors?
They were like wolves, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Could Jiang Han truly stand against them?