Chapter 711: Chapter 710: Doorstep Negotiation, Semi-Threatening
“She came with me, so she will definitely enter with me. If that’s inconvenient, I can leave right now.”
Wen Xin had little patience for ordinary people, especially in a situation like this—she had no time to waste with them. Though she wanted to negotiate terms with Luo Qiete, it was only with Luo Qiete, not interested in wasting words with others.
The bearded man could feel from Wen Xin’s tone that she was not someone to be trifled with. Originally intending to say something, he wisely shut his mouth and led Wen Xin and Chu Yunxuan upstairs without speaking further.
Upon reaching the upstairs study, the bearded man knocked gently twice on the door, and soon a deep male voice came from inside, “Come in.”
The bearded man opened the door of the study for Wen Xin, letting her and Chu Yunxuan enter.
As soon as she entered Luo Qiete’s study, Wen Xin smelled the heavy scent of smoke—so strong that even she, who usually didn’t mind it, found it choking.
Without a change in expression, she waved away the smoke in front of her and looked at the man sitting in front of the desk, raising her eyebrows slightly.
“Even if you burst your lungs smoking, the chances of your mother’s survival are slim…”
Though Wen Xin’s tone was soft, it was still grating to Luo Qiete’s ears. He swiveled in his chair to face her, anger in his deep brown eyes.
Wen Xin thought that if it weren’t for her status, he might have stood up and killed her on the spot.
Seeing Luo Qiete’s irritated expression, Wen Xin pulled out a chair without any hint of panic, seating herself arrogantly across from him.
“Although you can’t save your mother, I can. But, I have my conditions!”
As she spoke, Wen Xin casually threw the surgery plan she had brought onto Luo Qiete’s desk.
“Your mother’s surgery is risky, but I have a way. If I can’t save your mother, I’ll let you do what you will with me. However, if I succeed, you must agree to my conditions.”
Standing behind Wen Xin, Chu Yunxuan listened to Wen Xin state her blunt negotiation terms, feeling like Wen Xin was willingly walking into a lion’s den.
Luo Qiete, encountering such a straightforward negotiation for the first time, was mildly shocked. He found it hard to believe the words he had heard from Wen Xin.
Was this young woman really so reckless? It wasn’t much different from throwing oneself into the lion’s den.
“I’ll give you another chance now. If I get serious, you’ll have no opportunity to back out.”
Luo Qiete looked at the tightly wrapped Wen Xin, not visibly pleased. He felt that with her appearance, she could easily find a stand-in to escape conveniently—such a thing was unreliable.
“Coming to talk cooperation with me in this state, isn’t that a little insincere? Do you think I should trust you?”
Luo Qiete had also been in Jianghu for a long time; he knew how to guard against someone’s schemes. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t care too much, but this was different—it was about his mother’s life. He couldn’t afford to be a fool.
“The sincerity you want, I can promise. I hope you can agree to my terms readily, just like I did. After all, for every minute and second we waste, your mother’s condition deteriorates.”
“I can snatch people from the hands of the Grim Reaper, but that does not mean I can bring the dead back to life…”
With those words, Wen Xin removed her firm mask, and upon seeing her face, Luo Qiete was stunned into silence.
What shocked him first was Wen Xin’s age, followed by her peerless beauty. He felt that everything about Wen Xin had nothing to do with a divine doctor. His first thought was that she was totally unreliable.
“Are you sure…” Luo Qiete, even in the end, wasn’t bewitched by Wen Xin’s allure, and at this moment, he could still soberly question her identity as a divine doctor.
Wen Xin had expected Luo Qiete’s expression and reaction. She quietly pinched a silver needle from her pocket and, while Luo Qiete was distracted, swiftly inserted the acupuncture needle into his acupoint, causing his hand to spasm instantly.
To put it unpleasantly, it looked just like a chicken claw overnight.
Watching Luo Qiete’s pained expression, Wen Xin sat steadily in her place, flashing him a wickedly charming smile.
“How’s that? You’re the first to question my medical arts, but not the first to experience my silver needle. No need to inquire; they suffered far worse than you!”
With that, Wen Xin stood up, took the needle from Luo Qiete’s body, repositioned it, and quickly the paralyzing, cramping sensation vanished instantly.
“I… I was wrong…”
A single needle had instantly convinced Luo Qiete of Wen Xin’s medical skill. He stood up respectfully and politely, bowing to Wen Xin, his previous irritable mood seemingly having disappeared without a trace.
“Make any demand you wish, as long as you can save my mother, I’ll agree to anything!”
Luo Qiete looked at Wen Xin with an expression of someone willing to risk it all. There was only one mother, even if it cost his life, he would agree…
“It’s not that difficult. The task I have for you is rather simple, concerning the Independent State.”
Hearing about the Independent State, Luo Qiete subconsciously froze, he seemed not to have expected that this young girl before him actually had something to do with the Independent State.
“Are you from the Independent State?” Luo Qiete looked at Wen Xin cautiously. The matters involving the Independent State touched upon his bottom line. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dragged it out so long without giving a definitive answer to the Independent State or Old Master Jiang.
He didn’t want to sacrifice the Independent State for his mother’s affection. These were people he had brought up personally. He could sacrifice his life for his mother, but not the Black Hand Organization.
“You can choose another…”
“My request is very simple, just reject the Independent State’s overtures, that’s all. There’s nothing else that should trouble you, right?”
Wen Xin looked at Luo Qiete with her bright, dark eyes, and Luo Qiete displayed a surprised expression.
“Are you sure you know what you’ve just said? You’re not from the Independent State here to brainwash me?” Luo Qiete had come across many people from the Independent State, all trying to coax him into their fold.
Beautiful women, arms deals, and a whole array of tempting offers, but Luo Qiete rejected all of them.
Only now, under the condition Wen Xin proposed, he found himself unable to utter a refusal. Yet, to his astonishment, his task was to reject them, which seemed incredible.
“Are you certain you’ve not misspoken just now?” Luo Qiete asked again incredulously, believing that no one without an issue would make such a condition.
Luo Qiete’s surprise was all seen by Wen Xin, who smiled lightly, “I’m serious. Reject the Independent State, refuse Jiang Linyan. I do not have the habit of threatening others with leverage, but to bring down the Black Hand Organization, Di Ting is capable, aren’t they?”