A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1531: Chapter 1521: Assertive

In the conference room on the thirtieth floor, most of the shareholders had arrived, with fifteen minutes left before the meeting started, Jiang Wenhui was greeting them.

”Wenhui, I’m placing all my hopes on you this time, make sure not to let us down,” one of the shareholders said to her with a beaming smile.

”Uncle Zhou, I lack the experience, and I’m worried I might not meet your expectations,” Jiang Wenhui replied with a modest face.

”Alright, Wenhui, I’ll say it here today, we only agree with you becoming the president, and no one else,” another shareholder said, looking at the others, ”What do you all say?”

”Chairman He is right, Wenhui, everyone expects this from you, have to give it your all,”

Mu Yan’s smile disappeared as she seriously said, ”Thanks to all uncles and elders for your trust, I won’t disappoint you.”

A shareholder glanced at his watch and said, ”Are the remaining people coming or not? Shouldn’t we start by now?”

”Yes, let’s wrap up early, I’ve got a lunch appointment,”

”Fellow shareholders, please be patient,” Jiang Wenhui quickly said, ”Let’s wait a few more minutes; there are still one or two people who haven’t arrived.”

At that moment, the door opened; the secretary walked in and said to Jiang Wenhui, ”Vice President, President Jiang’s wife is here.”

Jiang Wenhui glanced at her, then looked at Mu Yan, who had come in behind her, a bright smile breaking across her face.

”Yanyan, you’re here.”

Mu Yan nodded at her, sweeping her gaze over the people seated at the table; the youngest of these shareholders was over forty.

She said, ”Hello, uncles and elders, I’m Jiang Jingheng’s wife.”

”The niece-in-law is a big star, who wouldn’t know you,” a shareholder said with a laugh, though his tone was slightly flippant.

”Right, my wife loves watching the dramas you act in, why not have the big star sign an autograph for her?” another shareholder chimed in.

Other shareholders exchanged glances, and someone remarked, ”This isn’t the entertainment industry, not the place for a niece-in-law.”

He said this while looking skyward, making it clear that he didn’t regard Mu Yan highly.

Hearing this, Jiang Wenhui looked at Mu Yan, with a touch of embarrassment on her face, ”The uncles and elders didn’t mean anything by it.”

Mu Yan smiled slightly and took a seat at the head of the table.

With a smile, she looked at everyone below, ”As you uncles and elders know, I’m an actress; I’m hardly a big star, after all. I’ve only acted in a few somewhat renowned works. Perhaps to all of you, being in the same conference room with someone like me is uncomfortable, I apologize, but today I must sit here—because I’m still the president’s wife and also a shareholder, right? I can only ask you to bear with it a little.”

Seeing her tough stance, the shareholders looked a bit displeased.

Someone mockingly said, ”Niece-in-law, ever heard of changing dynasties?”

Mu Yan looked at him and smiled slightly, ”Whether or not the dynasty changes doesn’t matter, what matters is who I am.”

Upon hearing this, the shareholders were instantly reminded of her other identity, a daughter of the Imperial Capital Zhuang Family, whose father is an accomplished businessman, not to mention her uncle, who holds a ministerial-level position in Beijing, and her grandfather, who was one of the founding figures, wielding vast connections.

The crowd exchanged glances, not daring to make things difficult for her further.

As for her sitting at the head of the table, they turned a blind eye.

Even though she was in the midst of a widely publicized divorce with Jiang Jingheng, she wasn’t at fault. Her husband wasn’t present, so her sitting there seemed reasonable.