Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

“It wouldn’t be up to us to decide how the company is run anymore.”

Ding Yan said bluntly, “Tell Bai Hanmo there’s no need to buy the company.”

Ding Ningdie, feeling wronged, nodded. “I’ll tell Bai Hanmo.”

“Call him right now.” Ding Yan wanted to watch Ding Ningdie make the call.

Ding Yan was feeling very anxious and had a terrible sense of foreboding. Whether it was the company, his ex-wife, or Bai Hanmo, he felt surrounded by enemies, teetering on the edge of disaster.

Ding Ningdie didn’t want to make the call. She didn’t understand much about business, but she had a good sense for people’s emotions.

She knew that if she really called Bai Hanmo, he wouldn’t be pleased.

She had been the one to ask for Bai Hanmo’s help in the first place, and now she had to turn around and say it wasn’t needed anymore?

It would look like she was using him and then casting him aside.

Ding Ningdie hesitated. Ding Yan urged her, “Why aren’t you making the call?”

“Dad…”

“Call now,” Ding Yan’s tone grew more irritable.

Biting her lip, Ding Ningdie took out her phone and dialed Bai Hanmo’s number.

As the phone rang, she was trying to figure out how to explain this to him.

Under her father’s watchful gaze, her anxiety grew.

She feared her father’s anger might impact her mother’s standing in the Ding family. But she also feared Bai Hanmo’s reaction could affect their relationship.

Ding Yan’s agitation was rubbing off on her.

Not too long ago, she had been publicly shamed as a mistress and a vixen, and now this mess was happening.

Ding Yan wasn’t the only one who felt like all his hard work during this period of time had gone to waste, Ding Ningdie also felt like she had no sense of security.

Before the call connected, she hung up. She had no intention of actually calling Bai Hanmo.

She trusted her gut that it wasn’t the right move.

“What’s wrong?” Ding Yan asked, eyeing her. “Call him. Make things clear to Bai Hanmo.”

Taking a deep breath, Ding Ningdie replied in an aggrieved tone, “Dad, I don’t understand business at all. Why should I be the one to call Bai Hanmo? You should talk to him yourself.”

In that moment, Ding Ningdie weighed the situation. Anyone could make that call, but it couldn’t be her.

Ding Yan trembled with frustration at her words.

If Bai Hanmo would listen to him, would he have gone through all the effort of divorcing and remarrying?

All he wanted was for someone to speak up for him in front of Bai Hanmo. But now, his daughter was shirking that responsibility.

The shares were gone, the company was slipping away, and the blow had come from his own son-in-law.

Ding Yan didn’t want to see all his hard work become Bai Hanmo’s gain.

He wanted to use the Bai family’s influence for his own benefit, but he didn’t want the Ding family’s company to become part of the Bai empire.

His whole plan had been to strengthen the Ding family, to elevate them into the top ranks of the wealthy elite—not to be absorbed by the Bai family.

Ding Ningdie’s attitude left Ding Yan feeling disappointed and anxious.

At that moment, Ji Lu came back from shopping, her arms full of bags.

Ding Yan’s temper snapped, and he exploded. “All you ever do is shop! Do you think money falls from the sky?”

“Starting tomorrow, your card will be frozen. If you’ve got nothing to do, just stay home.”

Ding Yan’s outburst was aimed both at venting his own frustration and at reprimanding Ding Ningdie.