Lu Jing went upstairs, and the man picked up his phone to make a call:
"Clear out all the industries under Jiang Qiu’s name, leave not a single one!"
Anyone who dares to scheme before the Crown Prince had better be able to bear the consequences.
Want to cause trouble?
Let’s see who can cause a bigger commotion!
He had let her off last time on account of the old man, but it wouldn’t work this time.
And even if the old man found out, he probably couldn’t come begging to his grandson again.
After all, he had already swallowed his pride once; he couldn’t possibly do it over and over again. Did they really think the old man was just a pushover?
"Okay, give me one day."
"Fine, before dawn tomorrow."
It’s already the afternoon now, isn’t it? How many hours are there until dawn tomorrow?
"Aye, are you becoming harsher with me?"
"Can’t do it? Then I’ll find someone else!"
A series of coughs came through the phone:
"Don’t, don’t, don’t, when did I say I couldn’t do it? Just this little task? Rest assured, it’ll be done perfectly by tomorrow morning.
But about the commission..."
"On top of the usual rate, I’ll give you two more points."
Don’t underestimate these two points; they’re worth at least eight figures to start.
Who could possibly complain about that?
The call didn’t last long and Lu Jingren had already changed and come downstairs by the end of it. Jiang Ye had just hung up the phone and stood up:
"Yeah, who were you talking to?"
"You probably don’t know him, I’ll introduce you next time."
Since he didn’t know, no need to delve deeper—it’s just a waste of energy.
"Don’t we need to go home and pack? Hurry up!"
"Sure, listening to the wife."
The two left the Lu Mansion and headed back to the Jiang Family’s home.
On the way, Lu Jing called his mother to say he was rushing back to Nanxi City.
Lu’s mother was meeting an old friend with Mr. Lu, and couldn’t make it back in time, so she kept reminding him:
"Once you get back, take good care of Xiao Ye. You need to change that temper of yours too and don’t always bully her."
Who is bullying whom?
Lu Jing felt like he was the one being bullied, okay?
It’s just that this ’bullying’ and that ’bullying’ are not the same thing—it’s implied and can’t be conveyed in words.
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"Got it, got it, Mom, take care of yourself at home. Call me if anything comes up."
"Oh, what could possibly come up for us? Just take care of yourselves. Remember what I said!"
What Lu’s mother was emphasizing was, of course, about having a grandchild.
"I got it, Mom, I’m hanging up now."
He didn’t want to continue the conversation.
How could Lu’s mother not know her daughter was getting impatient?
But indeed, it wasn’t good to say more:
As parents, they could only remind from the side; ultimately, it was up to the young couple to make the decisions, wasn’t it?
After ending the call, Lu Jing seemed unaffected, but the man beside her looked at her with a playful and smiling tease.
"What did your mother-in-law remind you to remember?"
Honestly, with his brain, how could he not guess?
Lu Jing immediately glared fiercely:
"Why should I tell you?"
"You really won’t tell me?"
The woman instantly walked haughtily several steps ahead.
Jiang Ye chuckled, his eyebrows dancing as he caught up with a few big strides:
As if she could get angry so easily.