He Yirong’s study was classically styled, quite spacious, and the windows were too high, making it impossible to climb out of them.
The door to the study was custom-made, and he estimated that he could not break it open by himself.
Since He Yirong intended to confine him inside, he had probably anticipated all of this.
He Jingyao pondered for a while and couldn’t help but laugh.
This situation, no matter how one looked at it, was somewhat... absurd.
He thought for a moment, walked over to the study door, and knocked, "Father, let me out and we can discuss this slowly."
He Yirong raised his voice, "I don’t trust you!"
"If that’s the case, even if I agree to your terms, you still wouldn’t trust me," He Jingyao said calmly. "Do you plan to keep me confined for life?"
"Just stay inside for now!" He Yirong wasn’t falling for his tricks. Thɪs chapter is updated by novᴇlfire.net
Outside the study, Liu Minjun saw that He Yirong was impervious to persuasion and became furious, "It’s almost time for dinner, are you planning to starve Jingyao by locking him in there?"
"Don’t worry, he won’t starve!" He Yirong snorted, "Anyway, I have to break him in no matter what! If he continues creating chaos , he’ll ruin the He Family!"
Liu Minjun scoffed, "If you are so dissatisfied with him, then replace him!"
"He’s my only son! Ziyi is completely disinterested in business! Where would I find a successor if I replace him? You’re just being unreasonable!" He Yirong retorted, annoyed.
"All these years, the contributions Jingyao has made to the company are invisible to you; the moment he does something a bit bold, you take this stance," Liu Minjun was even more upset. "So what if he opposes the President? I think that Zhuo Yuwei was unreliable all along! Our son is right!"
"You..." He Yirong felt he would eventually be driven mad by this mother and son, "Fine, even if you’re not worried about your own later years, shouldn’t you consider Ziyi? What if something happens, what will she do then? With her temperament, if she lacks strong support, would you be at ease letting her marry out?"
Hearing this, Liu Minjun hesitated as well.
"Is it really that serious?" she asked softly.
"Hmph," He Yirong scoffed, "He’s even planning to manipulate elections, how can it not be serious? Our He family has lived in Yanzhou City for so many years, far from the political center, to avoid just this sort of scenario. You didn’t see, over these decades, nearly eight out of ten families who tried to manipulate politics ended up as cannon fodder."
Liu Minjun found herself at a loss for words.
"The He Corporation has been too prominent these recent years," worry was evident in He Yirong’s eyes. "It’s the tall poppy that gets cut down. Jingyao understands this principle. He’s usually quite slick in his dealings; this is the first time he’s been so assertive and reckless... You know the reason. Such irrational decisions are even more dangerous."
Liu Minjun certainly knew whom He Jingyao was doing all this for.
She pursed her lips, "But you also know Jingyao’s personality. Once he has set his mind on something, you won’t be able to change it."
He Yirong scoffed, "It’s just a woman, isn’t it? I refuse to believe that He Yirong actually fathered a sentimental fool!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Liu Minjun kicked him hard, "Don’t assume your son can’t achieve what you couldn’t!"
He Yirong didn’t argue with her about it.
Before long, Hen Bing came over and whispered, "Mr. He, the person has been brought over."