The three words Jiang Yu least wanted to hear in his life were "Jiang family". As a shady illegitimate daughter, she made a name for herself overseas by her own skills. She thought she would never have anything to do with that cold family for the rest of her life. Until a phone call called her back to the precarious Jiang Group - the chairman, her "good father", suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and fell into a coma. In the will, she was named as interim chairman. For a time, the entire Jiang family exploded. The hypocritical stepmother was soft but prickly: "Xiao Yu, the affairs of the company are too complicated. You are a girl, so don't burden yourself." The idiot stepbrother who coveted the family property was full of disdain: "A bastard wants to be the master of the family? What a dream!" The old foxes on the board of directors are even more scheming. They call her "Miss", but behind their backs they treat her as a puppet who can be kicked out at any time. Everyone was waiting to see her joke about the parachuted female CEO. However, Jiang Yu just pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, curled his red lips, and smiled colder than anyone else. "Uncles, since my father has handed over the company to me, I will be responsible to the end. If anyone has any opinions, you can raise them now. If you hold them back, you will be harmed." She has no golden fingers, no helpers falling from the sky. Her only weapon is herself - a heart that has been hardened in countless business battles, and a predator's acumen and determination that have long been engraved in her bones. Now that she has put on this crown, she has no intention of taking it off again. However, Lu Shiyan, the group's legal adviser who had been standing in the corner and seemed neutral,
