Chapter 569: 569、I Want Lu Zhaoyang
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Huo Zhenning knew his vengeful son would not buy his appeal to pity but the old man was completely out of cards to play. He had no more bets to play either ever since the family corporation had declared bankruptcy.
Seriously, what else could I do? What can I offer for a deal with him?
I knew nothing about him apart from him being Xiang Yang’s son. What does he really want?
The old man thinking so made a long sigh and gave in, “Tell me what you want…”
His agitation was a pleasing sight to Xiang Jinxi as he smiled in malicious mockery.
“Well, everything apparently will boil down to businesses, eh? Even if it involves your own son and daughter, Mr. Huo. Are they your tools?”
The words puzzled Huo Zhenning as he frowned.
What does that mean? Is he blaming me on asking his mother to drop him back then? If that’s the case…
“Jinxi, when I was your age…” He tried formulating a certain logic in the conversation.
“I want Lu Zhaoyang.”
“…” And the old man lost it as he was stunned, wondering if he was hearing things.
“Why? Is it very difficult for you? Very well.” Xiang Jinxi turned away promptly and headed straight to the door, “I’ll go now.”
“Hold it! What do you mean by you *want* Lu Zhaoyang? If it was what I understood, Lu Zhaoyang already has her own child. If you just want a woman, it’s not hard!” Huo Zhenning chased after him.
Does Xiang Jinxi love Lu Zhaoyang?
Pathetic—why every single son of mine must fall for the same woman?
For real, is she the only bachelorette left in the world?
“Well, I just feel she’s pretty okay. We were colleagues before.”
“So—are you implying that you want her at your company?” Huo Zhenning attempted to interpret the scenario the least lecherous way but—the young man’s tone was obviously pointing to something else.
“Jinx—I mean, President Xiang, given that I could do that for you, then the family corporation…” If it was meant to be a gamble, then so be it! Huo Zhenning would not give up on any opportunity to make a bargain.
“Bravo. You managed to haul your own son into a deal that benefited you back then. Of course you would sacrifice your biologically-unrelated daughter. As expected from you—heartless and shameless.” Xiang Jinxi’s gaze grew cold towards the old man and walked away. “Wait!” Huo Zhenning reached out his hand. The distant president made a gesture.
“Allow me to escort you to the exit, President Huo.” Xiang Jinxi’s secretary blocked the way.
His eyes went large upon realizing the actuality.
Xiang Jinxi, how dare you tease me!?
Ugh! It took me days to muster the courage to be here to try changing things. And what happened? Not only you refused to give me a deal but also you humiliated me!
One day, Jinxi!
His teeth was shaking when he left Ge yu.
Meanwhile, Xiang Jinxi headed back to his own office before his special a.s.sistant came reporting.
“Yes, Qin An?” Asked the president expressionlessly.
“President, Miss Qiu would like to invite you to join her dinner tonight.”
“No.”
“… Is that really okay?” Said his a.s.sistant as it was apparent that Qiu Jin had something towards the president.
I really hope he would change his mind. The president has been cold all this while. He is filled with spite. I wonder if he would ever fall in love with a woman.
Perhaps love is something that would thaw the ice in him, freeing him from hatred.
Qin An thought as he recalled how the president demanded Lu Zhaoyang at the meeting room a moment ago.
Maybe it was that woman whom the President loves. They really had a great time working together back then.
I mean—I had never seen him carrying lunch boxes for somebody else before.
Now to think of it…
Qin An’s suspicion grew as he watched the President getting more irritated every minute. Xiang Jinxi’s brows furrowed as he pondered.
What the h.e.l.l is Qiu Jin doing here? Hasn’t she seen how busy I am? Sigh…
“Time? Venue?”
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It was a weekend as the sunny day was suddenly raided by a storm. The sky grew dark as dusk despite it being merely 4 o’ clock in the afternoon.
Yan Se leaned against the sofa as she tossed one chip (pickled radish flavor) after another into her mouth while watching a Korean drama on her television.
“Oppa-nim, Sarahae-” She paused the show. Not even the climax scene of the romance could hold her from noticing the little boy heading downstairs with a coat. “Lu Bai?”
She frowned in skepticism.
Very suspicious.
The gourmet placed down her chips.