After Jiang Qimeng returned, she didn't immediately urge Si Junyan to move against Si Yuhuan.
Instead, she pleaded.
"Junyan, Yuhan is on the brink; please save him," she said, tears streaming down her face, her pitiable appearance stirring compassion in anyone who saw her.
Si Junyan readily agreed, "Sister Meng, we are cousins, after all. If he's willing to transfer his shares to me, I won't hold it against him."
"I'm afraid he can't do that," Jiang Qimeng said, her eyes glistening with tears. "You know his temperament; he's too proud to bend."
Si Junyan's mouth twitched, clearly displeased. "I'll handle it, Sister Meng. You don't need to worry about it."
She had successfully stoked his ire.
"Fine! I'll leave it to you then." A cold, calculating glint appeared in Jiang Qimeng's eyes as she departed with an air of delicacy.
