Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

The f*ck, what was going on?

Ding Ningdie explained to Bai Hanmo what had happened, feeling helpless.

In short, she was innocent. She had done exactly as her father asked, but her father didn’t appreciate it at all.

Ding Ningdie didn’t understand why her father spoke that way. She was clearly helping the Ding family.

In any case, Ding Ningdie had sold Ding Yan out completely and made her stance clear.

As they say, a woman’s heart follows her husband; she stood by her man.

Bai Hanmo kissed Ding Ningdie’s forehead. “Since your father doesn’t appreciate our kindness, we won’t interfere anymore.”

“We gave him a chance, but he didn’t take it,” Bai Hanmo said indifferently.

Ding Ningdie had resolved the issue. It seemed Bai Hanmo would no longer pursue acquiring the company, and she had done her part as Ding Yan had asked.

The process didn’t matter; the outcome was what counted.

Ding Ningdie subtly hinted, wondering when Bai Hanmo would marry her.

Only through marriage could she feel secure.

Meanwhile, Ning Shu had been keeping an eye on the Ding family’s company. She didn’t understand why Bai Hanmo had said he would acquire it last time, but nothing had happened. Was he just joking?

Whether he was joking or not, it gave Mother Ding the opportunity to directly nominate herself as chairman of the board at the shareholders’ meeting.

Mother Ding held the most shares because the company had been selling too many lately.

She had spent a lot of money buying them up, and without Ning Shu’s support behind the scenes, she might not have been able to hold on.

As Ding Yan watched with a livid expression, Mother Ding confidently took the chairman position.

Mostly because company morale was low, whoever took over as chairman would be inheriting a mess.

So, Mother Ding took the role with ease.

Ding Yan’s expression was grim, and he gritted his teeth. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

“I just want to try out being chairman,” Mother Ding said.

Damn it, the company still ended up gone after all.

“You just want to get revenge on me, don’t you?” Ding Yan glared at Mother Ding. “But you shouldn’t joke around with the company. How can a woman be chairman? Don’t make trouble.”

Ding Yan turned to Ning Shu. “Please persuade your mother. Business isn’t a joke.”

Ning Shu, who had been enjoying the show: …

Why do I always have to be the one to persuade her? I had to talk her into the divorce, and now this?

Ning Shu: “Dad, how am I supposed to persuade Mom? She bought the shares with her own money and became chairman through her own efforts.”

“What exactly do you want me to convince her of, Dad? To hand you the chairman position? Or to give you the shares she bought? Or should she just hand everything over to you?”

This was clearly the terminal stage of male chauvinism—there was no cure.

He still looked down on someone who had lived with him for over 20 years.

Ding Yan fell silent. It was clear Ning Shu had voiced his hidden thoughts.

Even after the divorce, Ding Yan still saw Mother Ding as his possession.

“Please transfer all your current work to me as soon as possible. After all, I’m the chairman now,” Mother Ding said, lifting her chin slightly. Dressed in her sharp business suit, she looked capable and commanding.

“This is ridiculous. This is the Ding family’s company. How can it be run by a woman? Are you trying to ruin it?”