After twelve years of marriage, everyone thought Gu Nanqiao was merely a pampered chairman's wife.
That is, until the company's anniversary celebration, when her husband handed the strategic plan she'd spent months developing to his old flame, then smiled in front of all the reporters and said:
"These past few years, Nanqiao has mainly been taking care of the family."
When they got home, he even told her:
"The company can run just fine without you."
Gu Nanqiao didn't argue.
For the first time, she simply didn't handle the crisis call that came in after midnight. Then she handed him the divorce papers.
Later, core suppliers turned against them, overseas projects spiraled out of control, and the banks reassessed their credit lines. One by one, the problems everyone had overlooked began to surface.
Only then did the board realize:
For the past twelve years, the woman with no title, no salary, and not even a name on the organizational chart had been the one keeping the entire business empire afloat.
When they met again, Zhou Jiming sat across from her at the negotiating table.
"Nanqiao, did it really have to come to this?"
Gu Nanqiao closed the file.
"Mr. Zhou."
"We're discussing the acquisition price now."
