Chapter 67: Loss After Gain

Gu Zhaoxia stared blankly at the old lady, unable to speak for a moment.

The low murmurs around her intermittently reached her ears.

"Ah, she's still too naive. This is over a hundred billion. If it were my child, I'm afraid I'd be infuriated to death."

"Exactly, it's worth several years of the Gu family's income..."

"Before, many of us thought that our children couldn't compare to Gu Zhaoxia in any aspect. But now, we think it's good enough if she just stays out of trouble. It's all because of the blessings from our ancestors."

"Indeed, being so eager for success, she's not as good as Gu Mingzhu, who at least would have sent a talisman for safety. At least it wouldn't have caused such a huge loss."

"..."

At the mention of Gu Mingzhu, everyone fell silent for a moment.

After all, many people had previously praised Gu Zhaoxia excessively, but now, they didn't see much difference from someone like Gu Mingzhu.

After all, it's not about achieving great things, but avoiding mistakes.

Being too eager for success isn't a good thing either.

Listening to these words, Gu Zhaoxia felt as if she were going mad with anger. She glared fiercely at the woman who still looked elegant and radiant, tightly clenching her fists.

Sensing her gaze, Gu Mingzhu raised her glass to her and took a sip, smiling faintly.

Yang Huiru's expression wasn't good either at this moment, but her experience was much deeper than Gu Zhaoxia's.

Ignoring her daughter, who was in a sorry state, Yang Huiru turned to the old lady and said gently, "Mom, Zhaoxia meant well after all. Moreover, the factory is about to start production, and the urgent matter is to figure out how to get another batch of redwood."

Seeing this, Gu Junsheng also spoke up, "Mom, if you want to blame someone, blame me. It's not Zhaoxia's fault. If I hadn't nodded and stamped the approval, the finance department wouldn't have approved such a large sum of money for her. So, ultimately, it's my negligence."

Seeing Gu Junsheng voluntarily taking the blame for Yang Huiru and her daughter, a hint of bitterness arose in Gu Mingzhu's heart.

She emptied the wine in her glass in one gulp, unable to suppress the memories of when she accidentally broke her mother's favorite jade bracelet when she was young, and he hid her behind him, taking the blame.

And now, the person he wanted to protect wouldn't be her anymore.

What had she done wrong after all these years?

What had changed over the years?

Gu Mingzhu looked at the man who was still handsome in middle age, feeling a sourness in her eyes.

Perhaps if she had never received anything, she wouldn't know the taste of loss; perhaps if he had never truly loved her, she wouldn't feel sad because of his indifference.

The most frightening thing was not the loss itself, but the decisiveness after tenderness...

The old lady, looking at her beloved eldest son, didn't say much in the end.

She turned to Gu Zhaoxia, who was wiping away tears, and said in a deep voice, "Where did you find this connection? How could you sign such a big contract without thoroughly investigating Zhang Zhihong's background and assets?"

At these words, Gu Zhaoxia was stunned for a few seconds but suddenly remembered something.

She instinctively looked at Gu Mingzhu and murmured, "It's Gu Mingzhu..."

In an instant, as if she had realized something, she exclaimed, "It's Gu Mingzhu! She plotted all of this. It must be her doing!"

Speaking as if afraid that others wouldn't believe her, Gu Zhaoxia urgently grabbed Yang Huiru's hand and choked out, "Mom, you have to believe me. It's all Gu Mingzhu's scheme. She contacted Zhang Zhihong first, then schemed for me to approach him!"

As she said this, Yang Huiru frowned, signaling her not to say more.