Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Not interested.” Sheng Yize declined the offer without hesitation.
Song Shi obviously wouldn’t take no for an answer. He had gone through a lot of trouble to find out where Sheng Yize was and meet him in person.
“I can help you with protecting An Xiaxia. Still not interested?” Song Shi showed his hand straightaway.
Sheng Yize frowned a little at the mention of An Xiaxia. He darted Song Shi a glance. “You have three minutes.”
“Alright.”
They sat down at the airport cafe and each ordered a coffee.
Song Shi got right to the point. “I think you know that I have a tiny portion of the shares of the Song family and I’m not Mr. Song’s favorite nephew, either. So, no matter who wins in the end, I won’t benefit much.”
Sheng Yize realized that the man wanted to join hands with him.
“What are your terms?”
Song Shi was a little baffled by how straightforward Sheng Yize was, but he came back to himself quickly enough and stuck out his fingers. “Give me management of Xiaxia’s shares. After we succeed, we’ll split the profits fifty-fifty!”
“Am I a beggar now?” Sheng Yize sneered. “I wouldn’t get out of bed for that.”
Despite the smile on Song Shi’s face, he was raging inside.
Damn him! Fifty-fifty was too small a profit for him? Could he punch this man in the face?
“Sixty-forty?”
“…”
“Seventy-thirty?”
“…”
“Eighty-twenty?”
“…”
Song Shi was practically screaming. “Don’t tell me you want a ninety-ten split! Shit! You heartless capitalist!”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Sheng Yize sipped his coffee. “I’ll take 99% and leave 1% for you.”
1%? Song Shi didn’t want to punch him now.
He wanted to chop Sheng Yize up!
“You really are something!” Holding his coffee cup, Song Shi fought back the impulse to splash the coffee all over Sheng Yize’s face.
“I’ll have to think about it.”
Pffft —
Song Shi spat out his coffee.
“You’re ripping me off and you still have to think about it?”
Sheng Yize bowed a little. “I’ll leave you here. Got errands to run.”
It was so obvious that Sheng Yize couldn’t be bothered to talk to him.
Song Shi was frustrated. Putting away that frivolous smile, he called after Sheng Yize, “We have a deal, then! By the way, keep Xiaxia safe and don’t let her come back yet. A lot of people are drooling over her inheritance.”
“Aren’t you one of them?” Sheng Yize rolled his eyes.
Song Shi chuckled awkwardly, somehow feeling abashed.
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An Xiaxia stayed at Fang Shanshan’s place for the next two weeks and Christmas, the more widely celebrated festival in the West, arrived.
A giant Christmas tree had been set up in the castle and presents dangled from all the branches. It was said that Fang Li, Fang Shanshan’s uncle, had sent them.
Hence, they spent the entire day unwrapping gifts.
Fang Shanshan was usually the most keen when it came to such activities, but today, it was obvious that her mind had wandered off somewhere. An Xiaxia whispered, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine… I’m just upset,” said Fang Shanshan in a sulky voice.
Seeing her like this, Chi Yuanfeng was upset as well. After much hesitation, he went up to her with a martyr-like look. “Do whatever you want with me.”
Fang Shanshan gave him a brooding look. Tears then welled up in her eyes and she ran off.
“What are you doing here? Follow her!” An Xiaxia snickered.
Chi Yuanfeng put down the gift box in his hands and strode after her. “Why, I’m all yours today! You can do anything you want with me~”
An Xiaxia sighed. Fengfeng was indeed meant to be a masochist.
Kang Jian stayed quietly by her side, unwrapping the gifts.
An Xiaxia’s eyelid kept twitching and she had to rub her eye all the time. Then, she pressed her hands to her chest.
It had been a while since she last felt this uneasy…