Looking at his silent expression, Ying Cenchuan pursed his lips and said nothing.
Little Nine has always been unpredictable, and even the elder brothers might not be able to understand her completely. The only ones who got along with her were Ying Ji and Ying Yunlin.
The two shifted the topic to company matters. The more time Ying Cenchuan spent with Bai Su, the more he discovered his merits. Besides a handsome face, his knowledge and skills were no less than Ying Ji’s.
Bai Su nodded, responding casually to the question Ying Cenchuan just asked as they walked and talked.
Suddenly, Ying Yunlin walked in from outside, his handsome face tinged with anger, sleeves rolled up as if ready for a fight.
He usually wasn’t impulsive, so Ying Cenchuan stopped him and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"The people from McFerson have arrived, blocking the front gate, demanding we hand over Angduo." Ying Yunlin stopped and glanced around the room looking for a handy tool.
They robbed our goods and assaulted us, and now they have the nerve to demand Angduo?!
Ying Yunlin felt like shooting that arrogant woman.
Ying Cenchuan furrowed his brows slightly, just about to speak when a figure emerged from behind, holding a few books. Her slightly long black hair was loosely tied at the back, with a mask dangling by her ear, looking languid.
Bai Su walked to her side, lifting his distinct fingers to move aside the stray hair obstructing her view, "Why did you come out ?"
The Ying household had underfloor heating, but outside did not, and O State was now snowing heavily, with the ground covered in a thick layer of snow. The young girl was only wearing a shirt, appearing particularly thin.
She got busy in the aroma room, estimating that someone from the McFerson family might come, so she tidied up and left, forgetting to take a coat.
Bai Su lowered his eyebrows, giving a slight hum, and with one hand, he untied his coat, taking it off to drape over her shoulders.
Feeling the weight draped on her shoulders, Rong Zhi glanced sideways at him without much emotion, then turned her head to Ying Yunlin, saying, "Let her in."
Ying Yunlin: "Huh? Why?"
The young girl usually doesn’t like others questioning her orders, so Ying Yunlin nodded and turned around quite unceremoniously to "invite" Qianlai in.
The living room was filled with the scent of tea, and the boisterous voice of a girl immediately shattered the peace. Ying Cenchuan frowned at once, noticing Ying Yunlin coming over with a girl under his arm.
The girl struggled hard in his grip, hitting him repeatedly and even trying to bend down to bite his hand, but her lack of flexibility made it impossible, appearing extremely comical.
Behind them, the Macpherson family’s bodyguards closely followed. Seeing Qianlai being brought into the living room, they also wanted to follow but froze upon spotting a figure seated within.
They could neither move nor retreat.
Frozen like wooden statues.
That person’s beautifully shaped eyes lifted slightly, with a light mist in them, aloof and indifferent.
The bodyguards swallowed collectively, retreating step by step until they could no longer see the young figure, finally breathing a sigh of relief as if escaping death.
Qianlai, horizontal under Ying Yunlin’s arm, was nauseated and dizzy, struggling hard to suppress the urge to vomit. As she barely recovered, she saw those useless bodyguards scampering away like mice seeing a cat.
She was furious, wanting to curse.
Looking up to spot Rong Zhi, she sneered coldly, "Is this how the Ying family treats guests?"
Rong Zhi didn’t take the bait: "You’re considered a guest?"
The undisguised sarcasm stabbed at Qianlai’s heart.
But she was here on a mission today, so she preferred not to offend the Ying family.
Still, Qianlai was extremely annoyed!
She just felt that the Ying family was trash, unworthy of their current status, and should be trampled by the Macpherson family. In the entire O State, and even internationally in the perfume industry, the Macphersons were dominant!
Qianlai’s face turned blue and then red, stifling her discomfort as she moved restlessly on the sofa, glaring at Rong Zhi with a deep voice, "Give me back my brother; as for your demands, my father and I have considered them, and we agree."
She raised her chin and looked down at them from the corners of her eyes, as if she were making some generous concession with her decision.
Ying Yunlin’s fist instantly hardened.
Rong Zhi took a sip of floral tea, slowly caressing the cup’s edge and raising an eyebrow lightly, "If you don’t want to negotiate, please, see yourself out."
"Where did I say I didn’t want to negotiate!"
Qianlai really wanted to open Rong Zhi’s head to see what was inside. How could someone be so foolish as not to grasp the chance when it’s right in front of them?
Rong Zhi rested her chin lazily, her fox-like eyes half-closed, "Ying Er, see her out."
This person doesn’t play by the rules!!
Seeing Ying Yunlin, that big guy, about to grab her again, Qianlai didn’t want to endure another round of dizziness. She hurriedly blocked Ying Yunlin’s path and glared at Rong Zhi, gritting her teeth, "Then, tell me, what exactly do you want? Even after I agreed to your conditions, it’s still not enough?"
Rong Zhi drew out her words lazily, her voice slow, "Oh, it turns out you want to negotiate. I thought you came to make trouble."
She did intend to provoke! But dare she?
Taking a deep breath, Qianlai forced a very stiff smile, twitching at the corners of her mouth awkwardly, "...It was my fault earlier, okay? How much do you want to release my brother?"
Rong Zhi reluctantly accepted her relatively decent attitude, shaking two slender, beautiful fingers, "Two hundred and forty million."
Qianlai closed her eyes, "Two hundred million, at most."
Things that enter their pocket never come out, and if Angduo weren’t here, she would have thrown a teacup at Rong Zhi’s head upon entering the living room.
If the Ying family were sensible, they would know two hundred million is their maximum offering.
Yet Rong Zhi seemed deaf to the proposal, leisurely shifting to a more comfortable position, which happened to rest her entirely against the man beside her.
She curved her lips, distant and calm, "Three hundred million."
Qianlai: "Impossible! Ying Jiu, are you crazy about money!"
"It includes his compensation for emotional distress and medical expenses," Rong Zhi intertwined her fingers in front, lightly raising her chin towards Ying Cenchuan’s direction, continuing slowly, "including Ying Family’s recent loss of revenue."
She was asking Macpherson for three hundred million and already considered it a favor.
If she calculated carefully, she could make Macpherson reimburse a billion.
After all, she hadn’t refrained from playing rough while racing in O State, so this wasn’t much.
Qianlai’s face contorted, and the servants around seemed to hear her teeth grinding. After a while, she still insisted, "No..."
"Five hundred million." Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI[F]ire.net
"If I don’t see it tomorrow," Rong Zhi raised her eyebrows leisurely, "I can’t guarantee Angduo will still be alive."
Qianlai clutched her rapidly heaving chest, wide-eyed, pointing sharply at Rong Zhi, "If you lay a finger on my brother, my father will definitely bury the Ying family with him!"
Rong Zhi replied indifferently.
Her cold and aloof demeanor successfully shattered Qianlai’s front, reddening her eyes as she cursed impulsively, as a noble lady forced to speak without thinking.
Ying Yunlin grinned, giving Rong Zhi a thumbs up.
Bai Su, his chin resting on the soft crown of the young girl, stifled his laughter.