Translator: Lonelytree
âOld⦠Old Master Jing?â Ah Hu asked in a trembling voice.
âOh my God, is this true? Am I dreaming?âAh Si muttered as he gave himself a small slap.
Ah Mang asked, âSister Xing, did you⦠kidnap Old Master Jing?â
Da Xiong nudged him, âWhat are you talking about? Why would Sister Xing kidnap Master Qiâs father?â
I was speechless and I told Old Master Jing, âThese are my people. Theyâre a bit slow but theyâre good people.â
The old man grinned. âThere are benefits to a little slowness. Theyâll be loyal to you.â
I smiled, âIf they arenât loyal to me, why do I keep them around? To anger me?â
The old man laughed happily. âNanxing, youâre really an interesting person.â
I rolled my eyes at him.
I realized that one should never suck up to Old Master Jing. He would suspect you of ulterior motive! The more you talked against him, the more heâd like you.
However, the old manâs heart was also easily fragile, and youâd have to coax him.
Ah Hu was the first to react. He said in surprise, âSister Xing, are you working together with Old Master Jing?â
Before I could say anything, Old Master Jing had already extended his thumb. âVery smart! Why would Nanxing say that youâre slow? Sheâs always bringing people down. Young man, do you know how to play Chinese chess?â
Ah Hu nodded numbly. âYes, a little.â
Old Master was immediately delighted. âQuickly come and play a game with me. Iâve been bored to death!â He took out the chessboard.
Tan Si was tongue-tied. âOld, Old Master, but your family has, has announced your death. They are divvying up your inheritance. Are you sure we should be playing chess?â
The old man set up the board. âItâs alright. Iâll buy the Jing Family back and give it to Nanxing as a betrothal gift. For now, they can do anything they want.â
The four of them stared at me with wide eyes.
I spread my hands to express my feelings that I couldnât express.
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Smith placed great importance on our contract signing. He invited the media to witness it. Under many spotlights, we finished and handed over the contracts to the other.
Suddenly, a reporter asked, âMiss Nanxing, people say that youâve kidnapped Old Master Jing. Now, youâve stolen the Jing Familyâs business deal. Does your conscience not hurt?â
Everyone turned to look at the person. The man was covered in a righteous aura. The crowd turned back to look at me.
I signed my name before turning to the reporters. When I saw their derisive faces, I smiled faintly.
âSir, people say⦠Yes, indeed, people say. May I ask who these people are? Youâre a journalist. Do you not check your sources? What a shame to your profession.â
The crowd stopped mumbling.
I smiled. There were still some sensible people in the crowd.
âAnd why would I have a guilty conscience? If everything you said is true, why didnât you call the police to arrest me?
âRobbery, murder, and business robbery are serious crimes. Shouldnât they be punished by actual law? Sir, am I right?â
I looked at the embarrassed man.
I handed the contact back to Smith and shook his hand again, âMr. Smith, happy collaboration.â
Smith frowned. âNanxing, do you need my company to release a clarification for you?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
I shook my head gently. âMr. Smith, an innocent person fears nothing. We donât need to waste time on these irrelevant people.â
Smith smiled. âNanxing, youâre the most⦠interesting girl Iâve met.â
I said, âMr. Smith, are you sure you didnât mean to say the cruelest and most heartless?â