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Rong Yan was just too emotional. If Rong Yan hadn’t been so sentimental at the start, she wouldn’t have won so easily!
Her goal was to have the paparazzi capture the meeting between the two people. As for who approached whom first, that wasn’t the point! Huang Youde simply wanted money. This kind of self-righteous man could be easily played with just a bit of cash.
“Then I’m relieved. I’m only responsible for making the suggestion, the rest is up to whether she agrees or not. Should she refuse, don’t you blame me,” Huang Youde scoffed at her words internally, but he didn’t show it on his face. Both people, each harboring their own schemes, thought of stabbing the other in the back.
“As for the money,” he said, then stretched out two fingers towards Rong Weiwei, “We have a history, so just give me this amount.”
Rong Weiwei glanced at it and readily agreed, “200,000? Sure.”
“Weiwei, you must be joking,” Mr. Huang’s chubby face split into a smile. He waggled his fingers while saying without a change in expression or a skipped heartbeat, “Add one more zero and that’s about right.”
“You want 2 million? Are you insane?” Rong Weiwei’s nose was almost crooked from anger as she glared at him, her eyes as if she was about to devour him, “Get this straight, you’re going to acknowledge your own biological son, not a son you had with me. You’re asking me for 2 million? Even if you want money, you should look for the right person. What’s the meaning of coming to me?”
Huang Youde let out a sneer, looking at her unamused, unhurriedly spoke, “Weiwei, that kind of talk is just plain unpleasant. I already said I could abstain from claiming him. It was you who insisted. This is what we call mutual benefit. You’re a big star now. 2 million is nothing but a trifle to you. There’s no need for such harsh words, right?”
“No way, I can’t give you that much money!”
He really had the gall to ask for it!
Her money was earned through her own hard work, why should she give it to him for nothing?
The smile on Huang Youde’s face suddenly faded, he retracted his hand and spoke indifferently, “If you’re not willing, then forget it. Let’s consider what we previously agreed upon forgotten as well.”
Rong Weiwei felt like she had swallowed a glob of dog shit—unable to swallow or spit it out. Seeing Huang Youde about to leave, she panicked, grabbed the departing man’s wrist, steeled her heart, and said, “2 million then, I’ll give it to you!”
Huang Youde’s delight was boundless, but he kept his composure, turned his head, gave her a glance, and said, “Weiwei, I said 2 million because we go way back, and you helped me find my ‘biological son’. Your words just now really wounded me. 2 million isn’t enough anymore, make it 2.8 million.”
Rong Weiwei, with a look fierce enough to flay him alive, glared at him venomously. She forced a twisted smile and eked out, “Mr. Huang, are you joking with me?”
“I’m serious. 2.8 million, not a penny less. If you’re willing to pay, I’ll help you find the person. If you’re not, then let’s call it off,” he said.
Rong Weiwei wished she could twist the neck of the old and ugly man before her, but she had no choice, she was seen through. She stiffened her face, expressionless, remained silent for a moment, finally moved her lips, “2.8 million it is, come with me to where I live, and I’ll have someone prepare the money for you. I’ll give you 1 million upfront, the remaining 1.8 million after you’ve found Rong Yan,” she said.