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Chapter 434: A Persistent Man
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
‘Believe him? What a joke! Is this how one invites someone for a meal?’ Rong Qi and Ye Nanshen thought.
Silence enveloped both parties.
Sheng Jian, his face sporting a small ice pack, approached them.
Ye Nanshen subtly moved Rong Qi behind him, his voice icy. “What brings you here, Mr. Sheng? If I remember correctly, we’ve always had a policy of non-interference, haven’t we?”
‘Non-interference?’ Sheng Jian’s eyebrows twitched. ‘How could this man utter such shameless words? Had he forgotten our first encounter, one that involved fists and fury?’
Sheng Jian had chosen to overlook that incident, and now, all he had done was stop their car momentarily. Yet, Ye Nanshen acted as if they were sworn enemies. He considered himself being magnanimous before.
Then, Sheng Jian spoke, “We’ve had some misunderstandings before, so I thought we could clear the air over a meal.”
Ye Nanshen replied, “Sorry, but we’ve never met before.”
In fact, Ye Nanshen just wanted to go home and eat the meal that Rong Qi was going to make.
Sheng Jian was puzzled.
Zhuang Ling coughed lightly and whispered a few words into Ye Nanshen’s ear.
Ye Nanshen frowned, glancing at Sheng Jian’s irritating demeanor. “Ah, right. We have met. But I don’t want to dine with you.”
Sheng Jian was left speechless. ‘Why was it that among all these distinguished men, Ye Nanshen was the most arrogant and had a touch of haughtiness?’
“The previous events were all misunderstandings. I a.s.sume you were wearing sungla.s.ses indoors that day and didn’t see clearly. That’s why you acted impulsively. In any case, I come today with sincerity,” Sheng Jian said. He pulled a small ceramic piece from his sleeve and presented it on his palm.
Rong Qi blinked, puzzled. She glanced at a similar ceramic piece hanging from her bag. ‘Why did it look identical to mine?’
Seeing her expression, Sheng Jian explained, “Mine is authentic. The one at the auction was a fake. I’ve located the seller, and the thirty million will be returned to you.”
Rong Qi narrowed her eyes, “So you knew it was a counterfeit that day and still intentionally inflated the price, making us fall for it?”
“Ahem…” Sheng Jian awkwardly scratched his nose. “I simply had too much money and nowhere to spend it. I thought I’d buy a fake to toy with. Who knew you would compete with me…”
“Fake?” Rong Qi looked at Ye Nanshen, who was also staring at her. He said, “And here I was, wondering why you were so down on your luck that you started wearing fake pieces. Turns out you were conned.”
Rong Qi was at a loss for words. ‘You are the one who bought it for me!’
She scoffed, “Ye Nanshen, this man is conniving. Let’s not pay him any attention.”
“Did you hear that? My wife doesn’t wish to entertain you. Have some respect, Mr. Sheng.”
Seeing that he wasn’t making any progress, Sheng Jian handed the ceramic piece to Rong Qi. “Young lady, please take this. Consider it a token of goodwill. I have something to tell you.”
Rong Qi frowned.
“I was an old friend of your mother’s. Don’t you want to know about her?” Sheng Jian said.
The mention of the mother she had never met turned Rong Qi’s expression icy. She said, “I’m sorry, but I have no interest.”
Then, Rong Qi turned and got in the car. Ye Nanshen shot Sheng Jian a disdainful glance and followed her into the car.
The atmosphere, once light and cheerful, had soured. Rong Qi leaned against the car window, feigning sleep. Ye Nanshen looked at her, his heart aching. Unexpectedly, Sheng Jian followed them all the way to Clearcreek Mansion.
‘d.a.m.n, he’s quite persistent!’
Were it not for his strong sense of propriety, Ye Nanshen would have had his bodyguards escort Sheng Jian away by now. At that moment, he wished he could revert to his red-eyed form, devoid of memory, and thus free from these constraints.
Ye Nanshen took Rong Qi in his arms. “If you don’t want to see him, I can have him removed.”
“It’s okay. Let him in. I’d like to hear how he plans to whitewash my mother’s history,” said Rong Qi, her voice devoid of emotion..
