PDLP Chapter 391: The Power Vortex: The Beginning of Clever Maneuvering
Chapter 391: The Power Vortex: The Beginning of Clever Maneuvering
Chapter 391 The Power Vortex: The Beginning of Clever Maneuvering
The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn, and the air seemed frozen.
The sharp gaze of the Zhao clan elder was like two sharp knives, piercing Wen Nuan and Mo Han.
"Mo Han, Wen Nuan," his tone was cold, and every word was resounding, "I have something to say about the current distribution of power. I want to talk to you alone." Wen Nuan felt that the eyes around her were like thorns piercing her, scrutinizing, doubting, and exploring. All kinds of emotions intertwined together, making her feel like she was in an ice cellar.
The elder of the Zhao clan was the first to attack: "You two have only been in the Mo family for a short time, and your foundation is not stable, but you want to get involved in the core power. Aren't you greedy?" There was undisguised doubt in his tone, as if Wen Nuan and Mo Han were people with ulterior motives.
Wen Nuan took a deep breath and suppressed the instability in her heart.
She stood up gracefully and glanced at the crowd calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.
"You are wrong, elder," she said in a clear voice, undeniably firm. "Mo Han and I have devoted ourselves wholeheartedly to the development of the Mo Group, and our contributions are evident to all. I have never considered seeking any power; I simply hope to contribute my humble efforts to the family."
She then listed how she had assisted Mo Han in turning things around in recent months, reviving several subsidiaries that were on the verge of bankruptcy, and how she had successfully implemented new market strategies, bringing huge profits to the Mo Group.
The data and facts are before us and cannot be refuted.
Some family members who were originally on the sidelines couldn't help but nod slightly.
Seeing Wen Nuan respond so calmly, a hint of gloom flashed in the eyes of the Zhao clan elder.
He snorted coldly: "Sweet words and flattery! Even if you have made some contributions to the company, it is not enough to earn you such important power!"
Mo Han had been sitting silently beside Wen Nuan. At this moment, he finally spoke in a low and powerful voice: "Elder, Wen Nuan's ability is obvious to all. She deserves this power." He held Wen Nuan's hand, interlocking their fingers, giving her silent support.
Mo Sanmei also spoke at this time. She smiled sweetly, but her tone was sharp and barely perceptible. "Yes, elder, Wen Nuan is young and promising, and she has Mo Han's trust. It would be a good thing for the Mo family to have her participate in family affairs."
The Zhao clan elder's face became increasingly gloomy. He didn't expect that Mo Sanmei would actually speak up for Wen Nuan.
He was about to open his mouth to refute, but Second Uncle Mo suddenly interrupted: "Third sister is right, young people should be given more opportunities. However, Wen Nuan is a new daughter-in-law after all, and she doesn't know enough about family affairs. It may not be appropriate to let her participate in core decision-making rashly." He seemed to be trying to smooth things over, but in fact he was hiding his ulterior motives, and his words and deeds hinted that Wen Nuan was incompetent.
Wen Nuan observed everyone's expressions calmly, and she already knew in her heart that this power struggle was far more complicated than she had imagined.
At this moment, Butler Lin hurried into the meeting room and whispered a few words in Uncle Mo's ear.
Uncle Mo's expression changed slightly, then he regained his composure. He looked at Wen Nuan, a meaningful smile curling up at the corner of his mouth...
Uncle Mo's sinister gaze lingered on Wen Nuan for a moment, then he turned to Butler Lin and nodded calmly.
Butler Lin understood the meaning and quietly left the meeting room.
After the meeting, a rumor about Wen Nuan being "scheming and manipulating Mo Han" began to spread quietly within the Mo family.
At first it was just whispers, but gradually the voices grew louder and louder, almost spreading throughout the entire Mo family.
Some people say that Wen Nuan did not hesitate to use all means to seduce Mo Han in order to obtain the Mo family's property; others say that Wen Nuan was born in a humble family and was not worthy of the status of the Mo family's young lady.
All kinds of rumors entangled Wen Nuan like poisonous snakes, trying to devour her completely.
Wen Nuan was not unaware, she keenly sensed the malice in the air.
She calmly observed the reactions of those around her, trying to find the source of the rumor.
Soon, she locked her sights on Steward Lin.
She noticed that every time a rumor spread, Butler Lin would always appear nearby.
Moreover, there was a subtle hint of pride in the look that Butler Lin gave her.
Wen Nuan sneered in her heart and decided to take advantage of the situation.
She deliberately pretended to be clueless and even acted more affectionate towards Mo Han in public in order to paralyze Uncle Mo and Butler Lin.
At the same time, she secretly collected evidence that Butler Lin was spreading rumors.
A few days later, the Mo family held another family meeting.
At the meeting, Uncle Mo attacked Wen Nuan again. He righteously accused Wen Nuan of not being worthy of the family power and even hinted that Wen Nuan had ulterior motives.
Just as Uncle Mo was talking with saliva flying, Wen Nuan suddenly spoke.
"Second Uncle," she said calmly, yet with a hint of authority that could not be ignored, "You said I was plotting something bad, do you have any evidence?"
Uncle Mo sneered, "Evidence? Do you still need evidence for what you did?"
Wen Nuan smiled faintly. "Uncle, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. If you don't have evidence, that's slander." She paused and turned her gaze to Butler Lin. "Butler Lin, I remember you once said that I manipulated Mo Han into making decisions that were detrimental to the family. Could you tell me what those decisions were?"
Butler Lin's face changed and he stammered, unable to speak.
Wen Nuan pressed on: "Butler Lin, since you are so sure, you must have solid evidence, right? Why don't you show it to everyone so that I can be convinced?"
Beads of sweat appeared on Butler Lin's forehead, and he looked at Uncle Mo for help.
Uncle Mo's face turned pale. He didn't expect Wen Nuan to expose his conspiracy in public.
Under Wen Nuan's questioning, Butler Lin finally admitted that he spread the rumors at the behest of Uncle Mo.
Uncle Mo's ugly face was seen by some people, and there was an uproar in the conference room.
Some family members who originally supported Uncle Mo also began to waver.
Mo Sanmei looked at this scene and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She walked to Wen Nuan and whispered, "Wu Nuan, can we talk?"
Mo Sanmei took Wen Nuan's hand and affectionately led her to a secluded tea room.
In the thick aroma of tea, Mo Sanmei's smile grew sweeter and sweeter: "Wen Nuan, you are truly as capable as any man. Even my second uncle is intimidated by you."
Wen Nuan smiled faintly: "I'm just telling the truth."
Mo Sanmei put down her teacup, suppressed her smile, and spoke in a serious tone, "Wen Nuan, have you ever considered that your current situation is actually very dangerous? Second Uncle won't let this go. He'll find ways to deal with you."
Wen Nuan took a sip of tea calmly: "I know."
"Since you know," Mo Sanmei lowered her voice, "why don't you cooperate with me? As long as you support me, I promise that you will get huge benefits in the distribution of power."
Wen Nuan raised her eyes and looked at Mo Sanmei with clear eyes: "Sanmei, thank you for your kindness to me. However, the reason I want to participate in family affairs is just to contribute to the development of the Mo Group, not to fight for any power."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Mo Sanmei's eyes. She didn't expect Wen Nuan to reject her proposal.
She persisted in persuading him, "Wen Nuan, are you really going to reconsider this? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Wen Nuan shook her head and said firmly, "My decision will not change."
Mo Sanmei was disappointed and had to give up.
At the same time, Lawyer Wang was observing all this silently.
At first, he doubted Wen Nuan's ability and thought she was just a beautiful vase.
However, after seeing Wen Nuan calmly deal with Uncle Mo's difficulties at the family meeting and her decisive rejection of Uncle Mo's attempts to win her over, he began to change his mind.
Lawyer Wang realized that warmth was not as simple as he had imagined.
She is not only capable, but also principled.
He began to support Wen Nuan because he believed that only a capable and principled person could truly bring long-term development to the Mo Group.
Wen Nuan was unaware of Lawyer Wang's change of heart. She was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling city night scene outside.
She knew that this power struggle had just begun and the road ahead was long and full of challenges and unknowns.
But she was not afraid because she knew she was not fighting alone.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of burning eyes staring at her from behind.
She turned around and saw Mo Han standing at the door, his eyes full of encouragement...
"Everything has just begun." Mo Han's low voice sounded in the room.
Mo Han walked to Wen Nuan and gently put his arm around her shoulders.
"Thank you for your hard work." There was a hint of heartache in his low voice.
Wen Nuan leaned in his warm embrace, feeling his strong heartbeat, and her heart was filled with strength.
"It's okay, everything has just begun." Wen Nuan raised her head, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.
Mo Han stroked her hair gently, his eyes full of pampering and trust.
"I believe you." These three short words are worth more than a thousand words.
Uncle Mo returned to his study with a terribly gloomy expression on his face.
Butler Lin's mistake made him lose all face and made him even more wary of Wen Nuan.
"Waste!" He threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and the pieces flew everywhere.
"You can't even do such a small thing!"
Steward Lin was so frightened that he trembled all over and quickly knelt on the ground: "Second Master, calm down. This is all my fault. Please give me another chance."
Uncle Mo smiled grimly: "Opportunity? I have given you many chances, but you have disappointed me again and again." He walked to the window, looked at the brightly lit city in the distance, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
"Since you are useless, let someone else do it."
He turned around and said to Steward Lin, "Go contact the elder of the Zhao clan and tell him that I have something important to discuss with him."
At the same time, Mo Sanmei was not idle either.
Although Wen Nuan refused her cooperation, she did not give up the idea of winning over Wen Nuan.
She knew that Wen Nuan was a very capable woman, and that getting her help would be a great help to her.
She sat in front of the dressing mirror, carefully applying her exquisite makeup, with a calculating glint in her eyes.
"Wen Nuan, do you think you can stay out of this matter just by rejecting me? You are too naive."
The next morning, Wen Nuan received an anonymous letter.
The letter read: "I know a lot of your secrets. If you don't want to be ruined, just listen to me."
After reading the letter, Wen Nuan's expression changed slightly.
She knew that someone was threatening her.
But she was not afraid because she had an open heart and no shameful secrets.
She crumpled up the letter and threw it into the trash can.
Then she walked to the window, looked at the bright sunshine outside, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Want to threaten me? Then come on."
In the evening, Mo Han returned home and saw Wen Nuan sitting on the sofa reading a book.
He walked over, sat down next to her, and asked with concern, "How was your day?"
Wen Nuan raised her head and smiled at him: "Everything is fine."
Mo Han looked at her calm smile and felt a little relieved.
But he did not let his guard down because he knew the danger was not over yet.
"Oh right," he suddenly remembered something, "I received news today that the elder of the Zhao clan seems to be making some moves."
A cold light flashed in Wen Nuan's eyes: "It seems that the fun is about to begin."
Mo Han held the warm hand and said firmly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Wen Nuan took his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers. "We'll face this together."
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence in the room.
Butler Lin stood at the door in a panic, "Sir, Madam, the elder of the Zhao family...he...he..." He stammered and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
Mo Han's face darkened, "What happened to him?"