Chapter 22: Commitment to the Psychiatric Hospital-A vilã de transmigração rápida ganha pontos de sofrimento, mas é dominada pelo vilão(Mu Zi Fei Bai)

Old Master Sheng, who was desperately trying to keep his company afloat, felt the world go black and nearly fainted when he saw the trending topics.

He steadied himself against his desk, propping his body up as he slammed his cane against the floor with a rhythmic thud. "What are you waiting for? Get someone to bring that disgraceful idiot back here immediately!"

Anyone would suffer a heart attack dealing with such an incompetent teammate.

When Sheng Ting was dragged before the old man, he was still insisting with absolute certainty that Jiang Nanxing and Qin Jiu had stolen his kidney. He even claimed they must have used some trick to make the surgical scar disappear.

Watching Sheng Ting’s delusional rant, Old Master Sheng felt his vision swim again. He raised his hand and dealt Sheng Ting a fierce slap. "Have you not embarrassed yourself enough?"

After the slap, the old man collapsed back into his chair, gasping for air. "I told you to stay put at the ancestral home, but you wouldn't listen! Look at the laughingstock you've made of yourself!"

Sheng Ting, failing to see any fault in his own actions, retorted righteously, "Yueyue’s condition can't wait! Grandfather! Are you asking me to just watch her die?" He pleaded, "Think of something! Find a way to make Jiang Nanxing donate a kidney to Yueyue."

Thanks to the capabilities of system 240, Jiang Nanxing was watching this unfold as if it were a movie. She remarked, "So, Sheng Ting and Yao Xinyue really are 'true love.' Even at a time like this, he's still thinking about how to save her."

Hearing this, Old Master Sheng found it even harder to breathe. He grabbed a stack of documents and hurled them into Sheng Ting’s face. "Yueyue this, Yueyue that! Do you really think this woman is so innocent? She isn't sick at all! She doesn't need a kidney transplant! You’re just a fool being played by her!"

Sheng Ting scrambled to pick up a few pages, but even in the face of evidence, he refused to believe it. "This must have been forged by that vicious woman, Jiang Nanxing! Grandfather, you can't trust this!"

Trembling with rage, the old man growled, "You’re an absolute moron! Do you think you can just take someone's kidney whenever you feel like it? I forbid you from seeing that Yao Xinyue ever again!"

Sheng Ting wore an expression that said 'I knew it.' "I didn't expect you to resort to such lies just to make me marry Jiang Nanxing! I will never marry her!"

*What?* Jiang Nanxing thoroughly agreed with the netizens: he really needed to get his head checked. From start to finish, Old Master Sheng hadn't mentioned Jiang Nanxing once, yet Sheng Ting had concocted this entire drama in his own mind.

Old Master Sheng reached the same conclusion. Banging his desk rhythmically, he roared at the top of his lungs, "Send him to a mental institution! Take him to the psychiatric ward! Right now! Immediately!"

Jiang Nanxing laughed until she felt like she might die. It seemed no one could tolerate a simpleton like Sheng Ting. Because of this debacle, the old man was completely drained. He lost much of his drive to compete with Qin Jiu, adopting an almost defeated, "let it all burn" attitude.

He even took the initiative to invite Qin Jiu to a meeting, appearing as if he wanted to make peace and stop the head-on collision.

Qin Jiu remarked that this was quite unexpected. He asked Jiang Nanxing if she wanted to join him in meeting the old man.

Naturally, she did. Jiang Nanxing was quite curious about the old man’s inner journey. It must be exhausting having a grandson like that.

They arranged a dinner meeting. When Jiang Nanxing saw Old Master Sheng, despite having steeled herself, she was taken aback. Compared to their first meeting where he had been full of vigor, he now looked a dozen years older. His back was noticeably hunched, and he looked strangely pathetic.

His voice was weak and listless. He raised his glass first and said to Jiang Nanxing, "Old man here would like to apologize for that bastard, Sheng Ting. It was he who provoked the two of you first. I have already sent him to a mental institution. Surely, you two should be satisfied with that."

While framed as an apology, it was actually a plea for Qin Jiu and Jiang Nanxing to call off their attacks. He was willing to sacrifice his own grandson as the price. His intent was simple: the conflict was aimed at Sheng Ting, and since he had personally dealt with him, the hostility should end. To the old man, this was perhaps the most sincerity he could muster, given he had come to negotiate peace himself.

He chose to address Jiang Nanxing rather than Qin Jiu, believing that since this whole affair had started because of her, whether it ended or not was entirely up to her.

However, Jiang Nanxing had no intention of getting involved. She sat still, smiling benignly. "Old Master Sheng, I don't really understand business matters, so it's useless to tell me. You'll have to discuss that with President Qin."

Old Master Sheng’s posture slumped further. "Miss Jiang, it was my fault for not stopping Sheng Ting’s absurd behavior from the beginning. I will certainly provide compensation that meets your satisfaction."

He reached out to his assistant, who handed him a file. Old Master Sheng pushed the documents toward Jiang Nanxing. "Miss Jiang, this is a 5% stake in the Sheng family company."

Jiang Nanxing was slightly surprised. For a corporation as large as the Sheng family's, a 5% stake was something many people dreamed of. However, she didn't believe the old man was being generous out of mere compensation.

*No wonder Qin Jiu said Old Master Sheng is the smartest of them all.* He was clearly using this 5% stake to ensure that Qin Jiu would stop his offensive. Once Jiang Nanxing accepted these shares, she would be forced to ensure that the Sheng family company didn't collapse; otherwise, those shares would be worthless. The old man was trying to tie her to the same sinking ship as the Sheng family.

A flicker of surprise passed through Qin Jiu’s eyes, though he quickly suppressed it. He smiled faintly. "If this were in the past, Old Master Sheng, this 5% would indeed be a sign of great sincerity. But now, that’s not quite how it works. Which do you think carries more weight—my 5% or your 5%?"

The old man’s cheek twitched, clearly frustrated by Qin Jiu’s relentless pressure. "Young man of the Qin family, must you drive us to extinction?"

Qin Jiu countered, "Wasn't that exactly what you did when you were young, Old Master?"

The old man was left speechless. He turned back to Jiang Nanxing. "Miss Jiang, I think you know very well which is more secure: a verbal promise or this equity transfer contract."

Jiang Nanxing shrugged, indifferent. "I already have enough money. What's the point of having more? You can't take it with you when you go."

Qin Jiu, still maintaining his spirit of cooperation, had long since paid her her reward—a very generous one at that.

Old Master Sheng closed his eyes, realizing there was no room for maneuver. Finally, he seemed to accept his fate. "Fine. It is all the disaster Sheng Ting has wrought."

Yet, Jiang Nanxing keenly sensed a sliver of malice. She felt that the old man wouldn't truly let it go. Of course, it might just be her imagination.

After the old man left, Jiang Nanxing mentioned this to Qin Jiu. Qin Jiu said thoughtfully, "I don't think he will let this rest. The methods Old Master Sheng used in the past went far beyond this." He looked at Jiang Nanxing. "Be careful."

Jiang Nanxing nodded. "You too."