My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 325 Financial Crisis

When I woke up, a strong smell of disinfectant hit my nose.

"woke up?"

Lin Qiuran's voice came from the side.

I struggled to open my eyes and saw him sitting by the hospital bed, holding an apple in his hand, slowly peeling it.

"Where...is this?"

I tried to sit up and move around, but my whole body felt like it was falling apart, and I couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Hospital."

Lin Qiuran quickly helped me lie down.

"You've slept for a whole day and night."

"How is the Song family...?"

My mind went blank for a moment, and the chaotic scene before I fainted came back to me.

"Don't worry, it's alright now."

Lin Qiuran handed over the peeled apple, saying, "Uncle Song is taking care of things for now, so you should take care of yourself first."

"It's good that you're alright..."

The weight lifted from my heart. I opened my mouth and took a bite of the apple; it was a little cool and a little sweet.

After chewing a couple of times, I couldn't help but ask again.

"What about the company's money? The cash flow..."

Lin Qiuran paused in her apple-peeling motion, remaining silent.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Is it troublesome?"

He sighed.

"Yafi is trying everything he can, but given the current situation..."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

"What's the situation now?"

A bad feeling crept over me.

"Song's stock price has been hitting the daily limit down for several days in a row. The banks and investors are all watching closely; no one dares to make a move now."

Lin Qiuran put down the fruit knife, her brows furrowed deeply.

"The only way now may be to find money overseas."

"Overseas financing?"

My mind is a little foggy.

"Yes, I contacted a few companies, but their conditions... are all quite demanding."

Lin Qiuran's face was pale.

"What conditions?"

I stared at him.

“They want Yafi to resign as CEO, and… their people want to take over the Song family entirely.”

Lin Qiuran's voice was very low.

I didn't say anything.

What the hell is the difference between this and outright robbery? Are they forcing Song Yafei to hand over the Song family's assets?

"Is there no other way?"

My throat is so dry it feels like it's on fire.

"unless…"

Lin Qiuran paused, looking into my eyes.

"Unless what?"

"Unless you can persuade the Fung Group."

The Fung Group?

Uncle Feng's face flashed through my mind.

Those are top-tier investment giants globally. If they were willing to step in, Song's little mess would be resolved in no time.

"But…"

I hesitated a bit.

After going to Country B, I did lose touch with Uncle Feng. Favors are fleeting; you can only use them once in a while.

“I know this is difficult for you,” Lin Qiuran said, putting her hand on my arm. “But right now, you might be the only one who can really help the Song family.”

I looked at the fluorescent light on the ceiling; it was a little dazzling.

For Yafei…for the Song family…

"I'll give it a try, I'll go tomorrow," I nodded.

The following evening, in the office of investment banking tycoon Philip.

The lights were on all day; it seemed like these people in finance never needed to sleep.

I still smelled of the hospital, but I forced myself to stay awake.

Philip, blond and blue-eyed, dressed in a sharp suit, sat in an executive chair, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table.

“Mr. Zhang, we admire the Song family’s potential, but…”

He dragged out his words, his blue eyes devoid of warmth.

"The current management team, especially Ms. Song Yafei, probably needs... adjustments."

Damn it, it's the same old routine again.

"Reorganize the management team?"

I forced a smile.

"This is the premise of our investment."

Philip spread his hands, looking completely businesslike.

"Yafi should step down?"

"For a better future for the company, isn't it?"

He smiled like an old fox.

My stomach started to ache again, so I pressed it quietly.

Philip, despite his seemingly glamorous image, recently suffered a major setback in South America with one of his key hedge funds, leaving his cash flow very tight.

Keep pretending.

I leaned back on the sofa and looked at him.

"Mr. Philip, how about we try a different game?"

"Oh?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Let's take a gamble."

I leaned forward slightly. "Let's bet on the Song family. Can they turn a profit in three months?"

"What if we could?"

He seemed to find it somewhat interesting.

“You will invest unconditionally, based on our previous valuation.”

"What if we can't?"

He countered with a sharp look in his eyes.

"At that time, not to mention the management, the entire Song family will be handed over with both hands, given your current conditions."

Philip fell silent, his fingers ceasing their tapping.

He was calculating quickly.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Lin Qiuran walked in, followed by... Han Nian?

Han Nian nodded to me, then turned to Philip.

“Mr. Philip, The Green can provide guarantees and support regarding Song’s future overseas market channels.”

Philip's eyes lit up.

He was well aware of the Green's influence overseas. This undoubtedly gave the Song family a huge advantage.

A crisis of trust? Han Nian's one sentence is worth more than half a day of my explanation.

Philip's hesitation lessened considerably.

He picked up the expensive-looking fountain pen from the table and handed it to me.

"Mr. Zhang, it seems you are very confident. So, regarding the agreement..."

I didn't accept the agreement; instead, I took the pen.

Under the surprised gazes of Philip and Lin Qiuran, I gently exerted force with both hands.

"Crack!"

The pen snapped in two and fell onto the clean tabletop.

Philip's eye twitched.

"A performance-based agreement is acceptable."

I threw the broken pen back onto the table.

“But I want you to relinquish management rights, only monitoring rights.”

The office was eerily quiet.

Philip glanced at Lin Qiuran, shrugged, and that was his way of agreeing.

After leaving the office, I went to the children's ward of the hospital.

Little Tian leaned against me, listless. The side effects of chemotherapy were starting to appear; he was constantly nauseous and couldn't eat anything.

"Dad, I feel unwell..."

"Honey, you won't feel uncomfortable for long. You'll feel better after a nap."

I soothed him gently, but waves of stomach cramps kept coming.

I took out the painkillers from my pocket, and before Xiao Xiaotian could notice, I quickly put them in my mouth and swallowed them with the water from the bedside table.

At that moment, the ward door opened.

Song Yafei stood at the door, carrying a thermos. Did she... see it?

Her expression was complex, showing worry, heartache, and something else I couldn't understand.

She didn't say anything, but silently walked over, put down the thermos, and touched Xiao Xiaotian's forehead.

The day the financing agreement was signed.

Philip's people, Lin Qiuran, Han Nian, and I sat down again at the conference table in his office.

The atmosphere was much more relaxed than last time.

Although Philip agreed to my terms, he clearly had something else up his sleeve.

Just as both lawyers finished confirming the final terms and were about to sign,

Lin Qiuran's phone rang.

He answered the phone, listened for a few minutes, and his expression changed instantly.

He hung up the phone, looked at me, and his voice was hoarse.

Hongtu Technology... just announced that it has acquired Xinghai Optoelectronics.

Xinghai Optoelectronics?

Song's biggest competitor in the country!

Why did Hongtu Technology choose this crucial moment to collect its shares?

This is an attempt to completely cut off the Song family's path to survival in China!