Tang Xin's voice was not loud, hoarse but unable to conceal her resolve, fragile yet unable to hide that budding sharpness.

In that fleeting moment, Jim seemed to see a shadow overlapping with Tang Xin; fierce and dazzling like Lady Requier, the lady he had once infinitely admired, single-handedly created Lindong's Spring, saved the declining family Northern Territory Heavy Industry, and devoted her entire life to Lindong's family crest, regarded as the most promising lady to become the patriarch in Lindong family history.

Lady Requier was like a towering tree rooted in Lindong's land, Mr. Yain spent his whole life trying to step out of his mother's shadow, developing his own prestige and influence. If it weren't for this girl named Tang Xin having no blood relationship with Lindong's family, Jim might have thought Lady Requier's will had indeed manifested in this fragile girl.

"What is your ultimate goal?" By some irresistible force, Jim did not push the door open, instead asked this question with a tone more respectful than his previous impoliteness.

Once upon a time, he also asked Lady Requier the same question; the other merely brushed it off with a smile, and he never truly got the answer to it.

"I want to bring branches and build an Eden without worries for everyone,"

This was Tang Xin's answer, she said it cautiously and formally, like a fledgling on the cliff edge, timidly flapping its wings when facing the vast and distant sky, Ning with no light of longing in her eyes, containing seeds of conquering the storm.

Jim was very disappointed with this answer.

Even if the other claimed to want to become the next female patriarch of the Lindong family, he would have felt he followed a down-to-earth master, rather than someone full of hollow ideals like a Little White Flower.

Ultimately, still far from Lady Requier.

"I know, this answer might be disappointing, making me seem naive and lacking self-awareness, but could you give me a little more time?" Tang Xin suddenly interrupted Jim's thoughts.

Jim didn't expect the girl's thoughts to be so delicate and keen, guessing his thoughts just from minor details.

"I won't use flowery, poetic words to describe my ideals, that's too empty. In the days to come, I will show those who follow me the actions I will take for my ideals, just give me a little more time," Tang Xin said, lowering her eyes.

She could use many operatic allusions to embellish her ideals, making them appear so far-reaching and grand, like "Hell's Journey," "Salivia Expedition," "Storm Song," these opera protagonists are no different from her current situation, but they are ultimately just characters in operas, illusory and ephemeral, a reflection of the elegantly dressed great artists sitting in bright and high halls, an ailing portrait of the Star of Art.

Those who haven't encountered suffering aren't qualified to praise the greatness in suffering; she will personally experience more hardship, letting her soul grow flesh and bone, just like in the storm, when seeing herself injured and falling into a pool of blood, deeply attracted by that breathtaking beauty.

Jim opened the door for Tang Xin, pushing the girl's wheelchair into the family's world.

At the center of the bright room was a round table, opposite the table sat a playful-looking blonde youth, with three robust bodyguards standing behind him, and in contrast to Tang Xin, an elderly man with an assessing gaze looked at the blue-haired girl in the wheelchair.

"Yo, Sevia, I don't know if you remember me. I was on the scene when that woman brought you into the grand estate of Lindong long ago. You were so small and pitiful back then, hiding behind that woman..."

"Cousin Victor, let's stop this kind of talk," Tang Xin said calmly.

The young man named Victor showed some discontent at being interrupted, arrogantly placing his leg on the table and snapping his fingers, with a burly bodyguard beside him handing over two thick contract books.

Taking the contract, Victor casually tossed one onto Tang Xin's front, "Take a look, if there's no problem, just sign it quickly."

The youth's disdain and arrogance weren't concealed, Tang Xin's expression remained unchanged as she glanced at the opened contract, even before Jim could remind her, she spoke first, "I can't accept most of the clauses in this contract."

"Especially the tyrannical clause of retaking a vote to change the chairman and distributing the original chairman's shares according to the proportion of shareholding. If Cousin Victor can only show this level of sincerity, I think there's no need to continue the conversation today."

"Ha!?" Victor raised his volume to overpower Tang Xin's voice, "Are you negotiating with me, my dear little Sevia? Have you not figured out the situation? It's our old man who's interested in your small media company and gave you this chance."

"That bastard named Xu Xiaoyou, whether alive or dead, no one knows. Are you safeguarding her last rights?" Victor didn't have a good impression of Xu Xiaoyou, her history of climbing to success was built on his painful experiences, "Come on, you think you're so important to that profit-driven bastard."

"She will never return to the Star of Art, never again! Do you think those hyenas lurking in the dark chose this time to emerge and devour the big cake of Dream Chasing Media for no reason?"

"I must say, currently the only valuable thing about Dream Chasing Media is you, those hundreds of artists are just accessories. But my dear Little Blue Bird, daughter of the Stars, look at your current appearance, your arm's scars can't be covered by your sleeves, and you're still sitting in a wheelchair."

"Victor," Tang Xin frowned.

The young man shrugged his hands nonchalantly, as if he hadn't noticed the girl's anger.

"Do you think you really have any value? Be glad you can still speak, if you lose even the identity of Starry Singer, do you think the family would open its doors to you?"

"You will only be cast out like that filthy, disgusting woman, ridiculed and scorned by countless people, do you understand!"

Tang Xin closed her eyes, not disturbed by these simple words, while beside her Jim wanted to speak but was directly interrupted by the youth's bluntness.

"Victor."

At this moment, the previously silent elder suddenly spoke up, and everyone finally noticed the calm and stable elder, old Quill stood straight, hands folded in front, like a steward, with just a glance at the young man, making the latter instinctively shut his mouth.

"I forgot to introduce you, Miss. This is old Quill, a retired military man from Cosmic Heavy Industries, who had been working for Mr. Yain before. Mr. Yain sent him and me here to assist you. You can consult old Quill for any issues in the future." Jim chose this moment to introduce, intentionally raising his voice.

Victor's expression visibly changed upon hearing Quill's name, of course, he had heard of the old hound by Yain's side, handling shady matters for him, little wonder he hadn't noticed this old guy earlier, he had concealed his aura.

The old man's eyes held a subtle killing intent, with a frosty edge like a sharp sword, a gaze only those who crawled out of battles with corpses and blood would have, showing no sign of weakening despite his age.

Damn Yain, to value this nominal daughter so much, even assigning his trusted aide to her side, what a joke?

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