She'd been played by them, all in it together! And now she was carrying a huge blame on her back again!
The key point was… this time, she'd actually fought to take that blame on herself.
At the beginning, she really did have her own little calculations.
She could be a salted fish, she could not care how much status and Fortune she could get from Tang Song.
But she was, after all, a normal woman—and a mature woman of thirty—so she would inevitably think about her future child.
She didn't want her child to be stuck in some marginalized, awkward position in the future's complicated family system.
Tang Jin was not just a company or a fund.
It was a family office in the truest sense, a joint one.
To get in, to become a member of the core decision-making level, was the best protection she could fight for on behalf of her child.
But looking at it now, this road was far more dangerous than she had imagined.
At one-thirty in the afternoon, lunch was drawing to an end.
