At the same time, she released the news that due to her lack of management experience, she would hire a high-salary industry elite from abroad to serve as the company’s CEO. This person’s exceptional ability is believed to be capable of leading Yun’s through the temporary fog to new heights. This move amazed the outside world. Ji Yunya, a young girl not only managed to secure an investment from the Mayfair Consortium but also recognized her own shortcomings, without limiting her vision to the present, hiring foreign elites to manage the company. Truly remarkable. If not for the belief in her own abundant talent, one might suspect she had some expert guidance behind her. The upheaval caused by her words outside was beyond her concern. Leaving the venue escorted by bodyguards, she got into the car and rubbed her tired temples. At this moment, the phone placed in her bag suddenly rang. Yunya picked it up and saw it was a call from Qin Du. "Brother Ah Du, what’s up?" "Congratulations." He chuckled, "I didn’t expect you to actually get the Mayfair Consortium... you always exceed my expectations." Yunya laughed, "I didn’t expect it either. Thinking about it now still feels like a dream." "But..." Qin Du frowned, "I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it." The implication was he feared she might be deceived, after all, Mayfair Consortium’s motive was somewhat intriguing. Yunya laughed, "Brother Ah Du, you’re really overthinking. This matter was helped by a friend of mine; he wouldn’t harm me. Even with ten guts, he wouldn’t dare." "That’s good, but you should still be cautious." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net After a pause, Qin Du continued, "The shares are under Dad’s name. He said they’ll be transferred to you when you turn eighteen." "Also, Dad agreed to marry Aunt Die." Yunya squinted her eyes and smiled, "That’s good news. Finally, some joy to sweep away the recent gloom." Qin Du said helplessly, "We didn’t get a chance to celebrate your birthday either. We’ll give you a proper celebration while Dad’s getting married." "I can’t steal Uncle Qin’s and Aunt Die’s thunder. Let’s forget the birthday; I’ll just have a bowl of longevity noodles with Miaomiao to mark it." "How can that be?" Qin Du protested, wanting to say more. "Another call is coming in. I won’t talk to you anymore. Goodbye, Brother Ah Du." She quickly hung up the phone. She didn’t feel like celebrating her birthday. Although the gloom was temporarily gone, greater gloom awaited her in the future. What was the birthday for? To remind her how Ji Lanyi painfully gave birth to her and Miaomiao sixteen years ago? If not for Brother Ah Du’s insistence every year, she wouldn’t want to celebrate her birthday at all, because every birthday made her think of Ji Lanyi. She remembered when she was young, Ji Lanyi would use her birthday party as an excuse to invite numerous celebrities. Ji Lanyi dressed up glamorously, mingling among the celebrities, enjoying the praise and admiration, while she wore a beautiful princess dress, like a perfect sculpture next to Ji Lanyi, receiving everyone’s compliments. If she made a slight mistake in etiquette, it would result in Ji Lanyi’s scolding afterwards. By the end of the party, her face would be stiff from smiling. She was like a commodity, evaluated by everyone, weighed and measured, with her mother beaming as she saw how much value her daughter had. Meanwhile, Miaomiao was left alone in the room, those splendor and praise never belonged to him. How could Ji Lanyi allow him to appear? A deaf-mute child, where would that leave her dignity? So she worked hard, striving to be excellent, trying to make Ji Lanyi see her brilliance, to cover the stain Miaomiao brought to her, hoping Ji Lanyi wouldn’t dislike Miaomiao so much, and Miaomiao would have a bit better days at home. After the party, she would ask Aunt Die to cook a bowl of noodles, which always had two poached eggs. The two little children would hide in the room, sharing the bowl of noodles. Although simple, they considered it the best, better than those lavish dishes. In the dark, they would smile at each other. "Miaomiao, happy birthday." Miaomiao would show a happy smile, kissing her forehead. Yaya, happy birthday. "You two actually hid here to eat? Ji Yunya, you’ve got guts. Is this noodle for you to eat? It’s for the lowly people." Ji Lanyi stormed in, discovering their secret, and smashed the bowl of longevity noodles. She saw Ji Lanyi’s angry rebuke, watched Miaomiao cower in fear, shoulders trembling.