The banquet was halfway through when a servant approached Rong Shaoze with a package, respectfully saying, "Young Master, this express delivery is for you."
"There’s no sender’s name on it."
Rong Shaoze took the package with a puzzled look; not only was the sender’s information missing on the delivery slip, but even the recipient’s information was printed by a computer, not handwritten.
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
His mother expressed her concern, "Could it be someone’s prank?"
Rong Shaoze smiled faintly, "Who would dare play a joke on me? What’s inside is either a letter or documents; I guess it’s not a joke. Maybe it’s a love letter from someone who has a crush on me?"
His mother was amused by his comment and nodded in agreement, "Maybe it’s really a love letter from someone."
Rong Shaoze set the package aside, not paying it any further attention.
After the banquet ended, Rong Shaoze planned to take Lin Xinlan back to rest first, since he feared she might be feeling unwell; they would return to the old house in the evening to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Sitting in the car, Lin Xinlan leant against the seat tiredly as the man covered her with a beige shawl. She smiled faintly, "Thank you."
(The author wants to say that Xiaocong will appear in a very important plot later on. The love between the two main characters needs to be simmered slowly, with both high and low flames. This is a detailed novel about the grudges and romances of a wealthy family, which will become more exciting as it progresses.)
He leaned in to kiss her lips, his smile devilishly charming, "No need to say thank you among ourselves. So, are you satisfied with today’s arrangement?"
With his eyes so close, Lin Xinlan was forced to meet his gaze, feeling like there was nowhere to hide.
"What about after Miss Du wakes up? You said you wouldn’t hurt her."
"I did say I wouldn’t hurt her, but that doesn’t mean I have to marry her."
"But if you don’t marry her, that would be hurting her."
The man smiled slightly, "If I were to marry her, it would hurt her even more in the future."
Lin Xinlan blinked, not understanding his meaning.
Rong Shaoze offered no further explanation, starting the car and driving away. Lin Xinlan looked down in thought; what did his words just now really mean?
Back at the villa, Lin Xinlan went to her room to sleep. Being pregnant, not only did she have a poor appetite, but she also got tired easily.
It wasn’t as bad when she was pregnant with Xiaocong.
Perhaps the child in her belly knew she was living a life of luxury now, so it decided to give her a taste of the "diseases of the rich".
Rong Shaoze was busy in his study when his phone rang. Glancing at it, he answered.
"Shaoze, the business deal didn’t go through. A competitor appeared out of nowhere, offering a price two percentage points higher than ours. The North Americans hesitated and plan to sell to them."
The man’s eyes turned frosty, "Did North America say anything else?"
"They said they have worked with you several times and would prefer to sell to you. However, they can’t ignore the money on the table. If you can beat the other party’s offer, the deal can go through immediately."
"Beat their price by two percentage points?" Rong Shaoze pondered.
Not to mention two percentage points, even 0.5 points represented a substantial amount of money; two points would mean at least several billion more.
Who was competing with him for the business?
"Have you found out who the other party is?"
"No, the competitor is very secretive; it must be someone from Italy."
"Italian Mafia?" Rong Shaoze asked back.