Yu Sheng wasn't unaware of the deliberately created distance Shen Yunmian was maintaining.
When they occasionally ran into each other at the company, the other woman acted completely businesslike.
This kind of childish cold treatment—if it had been directed at the old Yu Sheng, who had once revolved entirely around her—it would have already left her anxious, racking her brain to mend the relationship and humbly seeking even a bit of attention.
But now?
Yu Sheng only found it laughable and even felt a sense of relief deep down.
Shen Yunmian's "busyness" gave her exactly the peace she needed, allowing her to focus entirely on her own matters.
She sat at the dining table in her Jingshui Bay apartment, eating breakfast slowly while her mind raced.
Divorce was undoubtedly her final goal, but not now.
That complicated financial knowledge and management experience couldn't be made up overnight.
Where were her advantages?
In the information gap from living a second life—those vague fragments of memory about future industry trends.
And more importantly, in Shen Yunmian herself—a ready-made, extremely efficient "resource bank" and "protective umbrella."
A plan gradually took shape in her mind:
Over the next few months, she would figure out the true situation of the Yu Corporation as quickly as possible.
At the same time, she would secretly scout and evaluate reliable professional management teams.
Just as she was thinking, her phone rang. The caller ID showed her friend Gu Wanqing.
"Girl! How's it going at the company? Getting used to it?" Gu Wanqing's voice was as energetic as ever.
"Harder than I expected. There's too much going on—it's not something I can take over in a short time."
After a pause, she added with a hint of sarcasm, "Luckily, our proud President Shen is busy playing cold war with me lately, which gives me plenty of peace to think things through."
Gu Wanqing burst out laughing on the other end. "Hahaha! Shen Yunmian playing cold war? That's hilarious! Does she think you're still the one who used to revolve around her every day? Perfect—who cares about her? Let her freeze on her own!"
After laughing, she became serious again. "By the way, what's your plan going forward? What do you need me to do?"
"Mm," Yu Sheng lowered her voice and laid out her plan, "I know my own limits. Trying to manage the company alone isn't realistic. The top priority is to recruit reliable professionals."
"Wanqing, the short drama project you mentioned before is a perfect entry point. Qiyun Film is theoretically under my control now—you can go all out. Regardless of profit or loss at the start, it's valuable experience, and it'll be the first project I independently oversee."
Gu Wanqing immediately became excited, her voice rising. "No problem! Leave it to me! Our team just polished a really addictive script recently—I'll send you the full materials and market analysis."
"I trust you." Yu Sheng smiled slightly, feeling more at ease. "Come to the company tomorrow. We still need to go through formal procedures for project approval and funding."
"Got it! See you tomorrow!"
After hanging up, Yu Sheng took a deep breath.
The road ahead was difficult, but at least she wasn't alone.
In the following days, Yu Sheng completely entered "workaholic mode."
While urging Gu Wanqing to finalize the short drama proposal and presentation, she also raced against time to familiarize herself with Yu Corporation's business materials.
She was so busy she barely touched the ground, rotating through departments and almost completely blocking out external distractions.
Meanwhile, Shen Yunmian, who had unilaterally entered a cold war, was bottling up anger with nowhere to release it.
Yet no matter what, she couldn't bring herself to lower her pride and take the initiative to reconcile.
She had grown used to Yu Sheng's initiative and compliance; this sudden "disconnect" made her extremely uncomfortable.
In the end, she could only come up with a clumsy excuse—checking on Yu Corporation's business progress.
So the two only had occasional contact because of work.
Yu Sheng, who was worried about many unanswered questions, naturally made full use of Shen Yunmian—the "walking business encyclopedia" who had delivered herself to her door.
As a result, the situation became strangely absurd:
Shen Yunmian maintained her posture, pretending to be indifferent while throwing out questions, trying to draw Yu Sheng's attention.
And Yu Sheng?
She completely ignored Shen Yunmian's complex emotions and hidden meanings, focusing solely on the problems.
Whenever Shen Yunmian gave an answer, she listened attentively, took notes, and remained focused.
The moment she got what she needed, she would leave decisively and continue to the next issue, not lingering even a second longer.
As if Shen Yunmian were nothing more than a meticulous, all-knowing senior executive.
Or a very efficient search engine.
After several times, Shen Yunmian finally realized something was wrong.
Her wife seemed to truly see her as nothing more than a pure "information provider."
There was no longer a trace of the past tenderness, dependence, or even anger from their arguments in those eyes.
That kind of indifference was more unsettling and irritating than their previous fierce conflicts.
What exactly was this now?
It felt like punching cotton—no reaction at all—making her look like a ridiculous clown.
Shen Yunmian grew increasingly frustrated, yet couldn't figure out what to do.
A few days later, Gu Wanqing's proposal was finally fully prepared, and it was extremely thorough.
Yu Sheng felt the timing was right, so she officially convened a meeting as the new president of Qiyun Film.
At the meeting, Gu Wanqing confidently presented her PPT, detailing the huge potential of the short drama market, its profit model, and the team's first project plan.
She spoke passionately, with solid data and vivid examples.
However, the moment she finished, whispers immediately spread throughout the meeting room.
Doubts rose from all sides:
"Short dramas? Sounds low-end, like a joke."
"Have you calculated the return on investment? The risk is too high!"
"We already have established film and TV production teams—why bother with something so trivial?"
The most vocal opposition came from Lin Ruoyan and her manager Wang Mingyu.
Qiyun Film had practically been a platform funded by Shen Yunmian to promote Lin Ruoyan, with all resources tilted toward her.
Now, with a new president suddenly parachuting in and proposing a "low-tier" short drama department, it was clearly going to divide—or even take over—the resources that originally belonged to her.
Lin Ruoyan's expression darkened as she stood up first to object. "Sister-in-law, isn't this decision a bit too rushed? Qiyun has always positioned itself as high-quality film and television. Wouldn't doing short dramas lower our standards?"
Her manager Wang Mingyu immediately followed up, "Exactly, President Yu. Miss Gu's proposal sounds promising, but the market risk is extremely high! Our existing teams and resources don't match this at all. Blind investment could result in total losses. I suggest we reconsider carefully!"
The few department heads who had already been tipped off by Lin Ruoyan also spoke up one after another in opposition, bringing out all kinds of seemingly professional reasons to refute the proposal.
Gu Wanqing argued her case logically, presenting even more market data and successful examples.
But the opposing side had the advantage in numbers and was deliberately making things difficult, pushing the meeting into a stalemate.
Sweat beaded on Gu Wanqing's forehead as she instinctively looked toward Yu Sheng, who sat at the head of the table.
At that moment, Yu Sheng slowly stood up.
The entire meeting room fell silent in an instant, all eyes turning to her.
She swept her gaze across the room, calm yet carrying an undeniable pressure.
"Everyone," she said, her voice not loud but clear enough for each person to hear, "I think you may have misunderstood the purpose of today's meeting."
She paused briefly, her eyes deliberately lingering for a moment on Lin Ruoyan and her manager.
"Today's meeting is not to discuss whether we should establish a short drama project department."
"It is to formally inform all of you that, starting today, the short drama project department is established. Miss Gu Wanqing will serve as the project lead and report directly to me."
"What?"
"This…"
An uproar instantly broke out below!
Lin Ruoyan looked at Yu Sheng in disbelief and blurted out, "Sister-in-law! How can you be so arbitrary? This doesn't follow procedure! What if we lose money?"
Yu Sheng looked at her and suddenly let out a light laugh, the sound laced with obvious mockery.
"Lin Ruoyan, in the company, please address me as President Yu."
"As for losing money?"
She shrugged, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather.
"It's fine. I have plenty of money. I'm not afraid of losses."
Her gaze swept across everyone before settling again on Lin Ruoyan's pale face, deliberately adding, "Even if we do lose money, we'll just treat it as buying experience… or buying some happiness."
"..."
The entire meeting room fell into dead silence. Everyone was stunned speechless by Yu Sheng's outrageously extravagant attitude.
This was completely unconventional.
Yu Sheng ignored their reactions, picked up the documents on the table, and said, "Meeting adjourned."
With that, she took the lead in standing up, stepping out of the room calmly in her high heels.
Gu Wanqing hurried after her. The moment they stepped out, she couldn't hold back her excitement and grabbed Yu Sheng's arm.
"Damn! Girl! That was so badass just now! That line—'I have plenty of money, I'm not afraid of losses'—pure dominance! Did you see Lin Ruoyan's face? It was practically green!"
Yu Sheng smiled, but there was little warmth in her eyes. "She won't let this go. She'll definitely run to Shen Yunmian to complain."
Gu Wanqing immediately grew a bit worried. "Ah? Then what do we do? Will Shen Yunmian…"
"Doesn't matter." Yu Sheng cut her off, her tone indifferent. "Qiyun Film is legally mine now. How I run it is my business. Complaining won't change anything."
Sure enough, just as Yu Sheng had expected.
As soon as the meeting ended, Lin Ruoyan rushed upstairs to the president's office with reddened eyes.
"Older sister Yunmian!" Her voice carried a sobbing tone as she embellished and recounted everything that had happened in the meeting.
"…She's just acting recklessly! She doesn't respect anyone's opinions at all! And she even said losing all the money wouldn't matter…older sister Yunmian, Qiyun Film is your hard work over so many years—are you really going to let her ruin it like this?"
She looked at Shen Yunmian expectantly, hoping she would stand up for her and stop Yu Sheng's "nonsense."
But at that moment, Shen Yunmian was completely immersed in the irritation from her out-of-control marriage and had no mind to carefully listen.
All that filled her head was Yu Sheng's cold, impatient face.
She listened absentmindedly, feeling a dull buzzing in her ears.
Only after Lin Ruoyan finished did she barely come back to her senses, rubbing her brow as she said, "I've already transferred full ownership of Qiyun Film to Yu Sheng. How she manages it is her right. Just focus on doing your own job."
Hearing this, Lin Ruoyan's heart sank halfway, unwilling to accept it. "But older sister Yunmian, short dramas sound completely unreliable! She's clearly trying to push me out and stop giving me good resources…"
Already irritated, Shen Yunmian grew even more annoyed by the noise and, for once, spoke sharply. "Over the past few years, the company hasn't given you few resources. Whether you're truly suited to be an actress—the market has already given its answer."
"Some things simply aren't in your fate. There's no need to force them."
Those words struck like a blade, piercing straight into Lin Ruoyan's most sensitive and fragile nerve.
She was furious, but didn't dare truly fall out with Shen Yunmian.
After all, she was only a driver's daughter who had gained her current wealth and status by saving Shen Yunmian's life with half her own.
There was no way she would willingly give all that up.
Lin Ruoyan could only suppress her anger, lowering herself as she said meekly, "Older sister Yunmian, I understand. I'll work hard on my acting… and I'll also try to get along well with sister-in-law."
Shen Yunmian nodded, not paying attention to what she said afterward at all.
Seeing this, Lin Ruoyan could only leave resentfully, her hatred toward Yu Sheng deepening further.
After Lin Ruoyan left, however, Shen Yunmian found herself even more restless.
She thought that perhaps she could use this short drama matter as an excuse to go "talk" to Yu Sheng.
At the very least… it would be a legitimate reason to speak with her.
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