Chapter 11 — It's Too Late to Kneel Down

He handed me a tablet, on the screen clearly displayed images from the surveillance camera in front of the large gate. Through the rain, a black Maybach can be seen slowly parking next to the artistic iron gate. The car door opened and a tired figure got out. Chu Tung Dan did not use an umbrella, letting his expensive high-end suit get soaked by the rain. Her hair was always neatly combed, but at this moment it was wet and stuck to her forehead, water droplets trickling down her chin. This appearance no longer resembles the heir of Chu Thi, who was always enthusiastic and proud of the past. But like a drowning man, desperately clinging to the last wooden stake. He seemed to have had to mentally prepare for a long time before finally letting go of that pitiful bit of pride.

With a "thud" sound, he knelt down in front of the Do family's large gate.

“Yen Vu ——”

The voice penetrated through the rain, carrying a hoarse and trembling voice.

“You are wrong.”

“Out of respect for our many years of friendship, let's remarry!”

It's not because he knows he's wrong, but because he knows his life is over. Faced with the cruel reality, he finally had to bow his expensive head. The butler probed and asked: "Miss, do you need..."

“Don't pay attention to him.”

I returned to my desk and continued to look at the documents. Outside the window, the rain became heavier and heavier. The butler walked in again, hesitantly wanting to say it again: "Miss, he's been out in the rain for too long, I'm afraid if he keeps like this..." I thought for a few seconds, stood up, took an umbrella from the cupboard in the lobby, pushed the door open and walked out. The rain fell thickly, hitting the umbrella canopy and making a clicking sound. I stepped on the stone path to the main gate, behind an iron fence, looking at Chu Tung Dan kneeling on the ground. He raised his head, rainwater smeared on his face, but the corner of his mouth forced a smile. In that smile there was luck, there was relief, and there was also a glimmer of... naive expectation.

"Yen Vu, you're out... I knew right away that you were still in my heart."

I stood on the inside of the iron gate, looking down at him from above. The edge of the umbrella separates me and him into two worlds. One side is dry, warm, clean; one side is cold, wet, unkempt, dirty.

“If you want to kneel, change to another place and kneel, don't die here.”

The smile on his face instantly froze: "Do Yen Vu... Can we really talk again?" Chu Tung Dan stretched out his hand, wanting to squeeze through the gap in the iron gate to grab something, but he couldn't salvage anything. I lowered my head to look at him, my eyes were flat like I was looking at an old set of clothes being thrown away.

“The night you took the women home to bathe, did you think you were wrong?”

"When at the forum, you brought her in front of me and allowed her to throw alcohol on me, do you think you were wrong?"

“If Chu Thi's shares were not affected today and the shareholders were still supporting you, would you kneel here?”

Chu Tung Dan's lips moved, wanting to justify: "I..." I slowly raised my hand, put my index finger on my lips, my eyes were cold and indifferent: "Shh."

“Talking a lot is useless, take care of yourself.”

I turned and walked away. Behind him came a deranged roar:

“Do Yen Vu ——!”

Hoarse, desperate, carrying struggle final struggle. 11 A few days later, the news that Chu Thi Group changed its heir dominated the top positions on financial news sites. When he was young, the old man of the Chu family spent his time wandering around the world, and the children he left behind were not only Chu Tung Dan. Among them there are a few people whose abilities are not inferior to him. To appease the company's senior leadership and stabilize the stock price, the Chu family must reconsider the issue of succession.