Cheng Lang summed up what Cheng Yan's mother meant. "Because I'm strong and you're weak, I can easily short First Milk Tea. In theory, I can just as easily short Chengyi Restaurant. So out of fear, and without any factual basis, you slandered my character and image. If you provoke me into targeting Chengyi Restaurant, then your fears will come true. If public pressure and the need to protect my personal image force me to leave Chengyi Restaurant and the Cheng Family alone, then you'll have achieved your goal."
Although Cheng Yan's mother hemmed and hawed throughout the call, refusing to mention what she had done back then, Cheng Lang was shrewd enough to piece together the full story from her scattered words.
"Nineteen years ago, to protect your own interests, you shut an infant out. That baby was the child your husband had with his mistress, proof of his betrayal. You were afraid the child's existence would affect your normal life and might even threaten your biological son's inheritance rights, so you didn't want to take the child in, much less have anything to do with him in the future."
On the other end of the call, Cheng Yan's mother felt her face burn. She wanted to argue, but she did not know where to begin.
"Every man for himself, and the devil take the hindmost. From your own perspective, there was nothing inherently wrong with what you did. But nineteen years later, you once again sought to protect your own interests. Before anyone else had done anything, you imposed your own unspoken fear and guilt, your subjective assumptions, onto someone else, then tried to use those assumptions to morally coerce them into ensuring that your own interests remained untouched." Cheng Lang paused slightly. "So, ma'am, do you think