"Right, that's what I think too. I thought to myself, since I'm not the child he hoped for, why bother thinking about inheriting the family business? I might as well go out and start my own business."
"Although I don't know how it will turn out, at least, good or bad, it'll be my own enterprise. No one can deny my efforts, and no one can force me out."
"And I've been so obedient, not fighting with his beloved woman's child over the family business—shouldn't there be some compensation in other areas?" There were some things he couldn't say in front of Mother Zhao, and as for so-called friends, Zhao Lei wouldn't tell them either.
"Of course. The stakes are high, aren't they? You're giving up not a small fortune, but a huge company." It was obvious from how well Zhao Lei and his mother lived, and the other woman too, that Father Zhao's company was no small venture.