Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âNo, no, no,â Liao Qiulong hurriedly said. âMr. Nian, you have no idea. I stupidly let her get into my head. Jiang Qifei said that her daughter and you were childhood sweethearts and that when you two broke up, her daughter would become your wife. I was thinking that if that really happened, Iâd become your relative, right? But, but... She fooled me...â
Luosang felt speechless. Back then, Jiang Qifei had still been his mistress. Relatives? So disgusting.
Nian Junting sat back down, lifted the lid off his teacup, then picked up the cup and took a sip of the tea.
Liao Qiulong gave a bitter smile and said, âMr. Nian, I wonât beg you for anything else, but please, stop doing this. My company has suffered a great loss. Iâll get that thing for you, then weâll call it even. Weâre all businessmen, after all. Thereâs no need for us to make things ugly. We can work together in the future. We, Qifeng Holdings, are planning to expand our business to Southeast Asia...â
âCut the crap. In three days, deliver that thing to me, by any means. If itâs destroyed, youâll be taking all the consequences,â said Nian Junting expressionlessly. âMr. Liao, I believe that you donât want to fall back to the bottom, since youâve spent dozens of years climbing to the top. Even if you wanted to start over, you wouldnât have the strength to do it. As for your sons... Even though youâve given them fifty percent of your assets... I mean, seriously, theyâre failures. Theyâve failed in the education and real estate industries. I donât think you can rely on them when youâre older.â
âMr. Nian, youâre right.â To Liao Qiulongâs surprise, Nian Junting had done a thorough background check on his sons, as well. Cold sweat began oozing out of his back.
Nian Junting was indirectly warning him that if he didnât do what he asked, he would destroy his sons, too.
âSince weâve made it clear enough, letâs head back. Weâre not close enough to have dinner together.â Nian Junting told Liao Qiulong to leave.
âSure.â Liao Qiulong didnât want to have dinner with him, either.
When he walked to the door, Nian Junting suddenly added, âAh, I almost forgot to tell you that last time, Jiang Qifei had an accident in that parking lot because I informed your ex-wife about her. Later, she was robbed on her way back. The robber worked for me too. I have those photos now.â
Liao Qiulong was stunned. He had suspected that before. However, after it had happened, Wang Ping had a big fight with him, and Jiang Qifei was injured, so he impatiently got a divorce. âMr. Nian, youââ
âWhat? Are you going to hit me because I hurt your woman?â Nian Junting clenched his fists and cracked his fingers, then said, âYou can try, but youâre old. How many punches can you take? I nearly forgot to tell you that I used to be a special-forces soldier.â
âHow dare I?â Liao Qiulong had no choice but to restrain his anger forcibly.
âAs long as youâre aware of that.â Nian Junting nodded. âI said all this to you just to remind you that if you told Jiang Qifei that I already knew about this, she could figure out that I had something to do with the accident that happened in that parking lot. In that case, she might not give that thing to you, since she have a grudge against me.â
âMr. Nian, donât you worry about that. No matter what way, I will make her give that thing to me,â Liao Qiulong promised again before he left.
âAre you sure that Liao Qiulong can get it?â Luosang started talking when it was only her and Nian Junting left in the room.
âIf he canât get it, do you think heâll let Jiang Qifei get away with it?â Nian Junting put an arm around her. The corners of his lip turned up in a cold smile.
Luosang paused briefly, feeling that he was right.