After her stepmother poisoned the well like that, Fang Guoming immediately felt that Jiang Hong made perfect sense. Fang Ning had always had that rotten attitude, finding fault with everything about him just because he had married Jiang Hong.
He had been under forty when her mother died! He had been young, so what was wrong with marrying someone else? What was wrong with it! Wasn't that perfectly normal?
The more he thought about it, and the more he looked at that face so like his dead wife's, the more irritated he became. Before she died, Fang Ning's mother had always tried to keep him under her thumb. If he came home a little late, she nagged him. She complained when he went out to socialize for business, too. If it hadn't been for her family's house and money, he would have divorced her long ago.
At that thought, Fang Guoming found Fang Ning even more displeasing. Even if she was his daughter, so what?
"Fang Ning, since you don't see me as your father, I've spent plenty on your food, drinks, daily necessities, and schooling over the years! Pay me back, and I don't care whether you rise in the world or stay here as the Ji family's young madam."
"I can't be bothered to calculate how much you've spent of my money over the years. Just sign a share transfer agreement with me later."
Fang Guoming had come prepared. He knew his rebellious daughter Fang Ning would probably refuse to help him. Even if she really was willing to help, the Ji family might not be. His goal in coming here today had been the shares his dead wife had left Fang Ning.
Fang Ning listened expressionlessly to Fang Guoming's blather, her disgust reaching its peak.
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