Madam Fu Refuses to Be a Savior

My husband, Fu Guanlin, is a top financial genius in Beijing's elite circles, best known for rebuilding business empires from the ruins.

He has a childhood friend, Meng Yanshan, who is even better at creating those ruins.

One "rescues the market," the other shorts it. They've been battling it out in the financial markets for ten years.

And my Jiang Group is their latest battlefield.

This time, Meng Yanshan has set her sights on the Jiang family's core assets, and my family business is on the brink of bankruptcy.

Fu Guanlin rushed over in the middle of the night, bringing a restructuring contract he'd prepared long ago.

As he drafted the paperwork, he sighed.

"Don't blame Yanshan. She's always been childish. She didn't mean to hurt you."

"She knows I'll bail her out. She's just picking a fight with me on purpose."

"A Ning, sign this contract, and the Jiang Group can rise from the dead."

Before he could say another word, Meng Yanshan's assistant hurriedly called him away.

He left in such a rush that he failed to notice a clause in the contract that could bankrupt the Jiang Group completely and saddle it with hundreds of billions in debt.

It was a hidden cross-default clause linking the debt to Fu Group's assets.

If it were triggered, Fu Guanlin would have to use the entire Fu family to repay the Jiang Group's debt.

I looked at the restructuring contract and gave a bitter smile.

Fu Guanlin, this time, you're coming to hell with me.