Grandmother was reluctant to see them go, but when she remembered how Jie Jingchen had been eyeing the flowers in her garden, she no longer felt like asking them to stay.
Grandmother took out a contract and had Qin Mei sign it. "Xiao Mei, sign this."
Qin Mei's first thought was that it was a contract selling her life away. But when she took it and saw the words on the cover, her pupils constricted. She flipped it open to find a share transfer agreement—for twenty percent.
"Grandmother, I can't sign this." Qin Mei closed the document and handed it back. If her grandmother had given her a passbook, she would have accepted it with a clear conscience. But twenty percent of the company's shares... she felt she didn't deserve it.
'There's no such thing as a free lunch. And if there is, it's either a setup or a trap.'
'Then again, this is Jie Jingchen's grandmother. Would she really set a trap for me?'
'Of course not. This was a windfall—a massive one.'
