Chapter 12: He Really Has Two Hundred Million

Hilton Hotel restaurant, the exclusive couple’s table by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Facing the radiant and beautiful Su Qianqian, Lin Bei masked the sordid and filthy thoughts swirling within him with a gentlemanly, polite smile.

“Qianqian, I’ve heard about what happened. The Zhang family set you up, causing Yi Ren Group to face a hundred million yuan funding gap. My personal advice is to pursue legal action—sue Yun Jie Materials and those two corporate spies. I can lend you a hundred million in advance, so your Yi Ren Group can maintain normal operations during the lawsuit.”

Su Qianqian smiled awkwardly. “You could really lend me a hundred million? When Zhang Yunjie returns the project payment, I’ll repay you with interest!”

Lin Bei laughed, “Lending you a hundred million isn’t an issue—so long as you agree to one condition. If you do, you won’t even need to pay it back.”

Su Qianqian frowned, instantly sensing it wasn’t so simple. “What condition?”

“Break off your engagement with that little security guard and marry me!”

Su Qianqian’s expression darkened, her tone displeased. “I thought you were offering help as an old classmate. I didn’t expect you to be just like Zhang Yunjie.”

Lin Bei’s eyes narrowed to slits, his smile lewd. “Right now, no one but me can help you. Are you hoping your little security guard fiancé will plug the gap for you?”

“A loser like him—if not for the chance to avoid twenty years of struggle, he wouldn’t have willingly become a live-in son-in-law in your family. Forget a hundred million, can he even produce ten thousand?”

Just then, laughter floated over from the next table—

“Hey kid, so you’re really doing that badly at Yi Ren Group? Can’t even come up with ten thousand?”

“Hehe, exactly!”

The man’s voice rang out, cheap and oddly familiar. Su Qianqian instinctively glanced over her shoulder, then exclaimed in surprise, “What the hell, why are you here? Who’s this woman?”

Lu Ye feigned indifference as he shot her a glance, scoffing, “Are you interfering in my private life?”

“Like I care about you! Hmph!” Su Qianqian turned her head away disdainfully.

Lin Bei witnessed the exchange, instantly recognizing the man as Su Qianqian’s live-in fiancé. Contempt filled his heart toward Lu Ye, and he sneered, “Lu, Qianqian is just having dinner with me. No need to find someone to provoke her, is there?”

“Qianqian, I didn’t expect your fiancé to be so petty. You’d better dump him soon!”

“Marry me, won’t you? I’ll treat you well for a lifetime.”

Su Qianqian paid him no mind, her thoughts consumed by curiosity about the stunning woman sitting across from Lu Ye. Who was she? How could Mingzhu City harbor a woman whose beauty rivaled her own?

Seeing Su Qianqian silent, Lin Bei assumed she’d been moved by his heartfelt confession and, unable to help himself, tried to reach for her hand—

Just before his fingers touched her palm, Su Qianqian snapped back to herself and shrank away, barking with disgust, “Get lost—don’t touch me!”

Lin Bei was dumbfounded on the spot. Why was this woman rejecting him?

He was willing to lend her a hundred million, wasn’t put off by her having a fiancé, so what reason did she have to refuse him?

Was it really for that useless security guard?

Anger and humiliation flared in Lin Bei, and his tone took on a hint of threat. “Su Qianqian, think carefully—besides me, who else can lend you a hundred million?”

At the neighboring table, the beautiful woman smiled, took out a bank card from her purse, and placed it before Lu Ye. “Brat, there’s two hundred million in this card—take it and spend as you please.”

Lu Ye accepted it without ceremony. “Sis, mwah!”

Lin Bei scoffed across the tables, “Two hundred million? That’s some tall tale. Miss, how much did he pay you to play along?”

Lu Ye smiled lightly and snapped his fingers. “Waiter, check please!”

The neatly dressed waiter approached with a courteous smile. “Sir, your total is 1,988.”

“Charge it to the card, then announce the remaining balance loudly.”

The waiter nodded, took the card, and swiped it gently through the POS machine…

He drew a deep breath and thundered, “Sir, your card’s balance is 199,998,012 yuan!”

Lin Bei was stunned, and so was Su Qianqian!

My God—

The card really had two hundred million?

Lu Ye chuckled and pressed the card into Su Qianqian’s hand.

Su Qianqian asked in astonishment, “What do you mean by this?”

“I have no interest in money. To me, it’s just a string of numbers…”

Su Qianqian was moved. “You little rascal, I never expected you to be so good to me—using your looks to earn money from a rich woman for me to spend!”

“Screw you, she’s my sister!” Lu Ye stood, pulling Chen Xi up.

Su Qianqian’s face flushed. “Ah? Oh my, my apologies!”

Chen Xi smiled, gazing at Lu Ye. “Qianqian isn’t as old as you say. Why do you always call her an old woman?”

Lu Ye laughed, “It’s a term of endearment. Sis, you wouldn’t understand—you’ve never been in love.”

“Haha, I’ve got things to do. I’ll head off now.”

“Take care, no need to see you out.”

Chen Xi nodded gracefully and departed with elegant steps…

At that moment, Lin Bei wished he could crawl into a hole, realizing he was the clown who’d hoisted a stone only to drop it on his own foot.

Su Qianqian treated him like air, passing him by and laughing with Lu Ye as they headed to the parking lot.

“Little rascal, is that gorgeous woman really your biological sister?!” Su Qianqian cradled the card with nearly two hundred million on it, unable to shake the sense of unreality.

Lu Ye shook his head. “No, she’s my mother’s adopted daughter.”

“Oh… Are you really willing to lend me the money in this card to fill the gap?”

Lu Ye said, “Consider it my betrothal gift. Take it and spend as you like. As for the Yi Ren Group’s accounts, I’ll make Zhang family cough it up.”

Su Qianqian was skeptical. “Will the Zhang family really return the money?”

Lu Ye replied mysteriously, “Did you forget how Zhang Yunjie knelt before me yesterday, begging for mercy?”

Su Qianqian, sharp as ever, immediately understood. “You have something on them?”

Lu Ye smiled noncommittally. “Give me the car keys.”

“Oh, right!”

On the way back to Yi Ren Group, Su Qianqian suddenly realized she couldn’t quite figure Lu Ye out, her mind full of questions.

His sister was so wealthy—why would he work as a security guard at Yi Ren Group?

He could hand over two hundred million as a betrothal gift without batting an eye—why insist on being a live-in son-in-law in my family?

Could it be… he’s deeply attracted by my beauty and wisdom?

As expected of me, haha!

The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that this was the only reasonable explanation.

Noticing Su Qianqian’s odd gaze, Lu Ye laughed, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s nothing, I just suddenly find myself curious about you.”

“I’ve heard that a woman’s affection for a man always starts with curiosity?”

“Pfft!”

Traffic was backed up at the entrance of Yi Ren Group, so Lu Ye had to park by the roadside. It seemed there was a commotion at the company’s gate.

Lu Ye said, “Stay in the car. I’ll go see what’s happening.”

“Mm.”

Inside Yi Ren Group’s lobby, a dozen spirited youths with hair dyed all colors were rampaging with steel rods, smashing the huge glass curtain wall and doors to pieces.

The employees only dared to huddle at a distance, watching them run wild, not one brave enough to step in.

Lu Ye grabbed a security guard fleeing from inside and asked, “What’s going on? Why aren’t you stopping them?”

The colleague replied helplessly, “Lu, I was just looking for you. The ringleader is President Su’s grandfather. We don’t dare touch him.”

Lu Ye bellowed, “Anyone making trouble inside Yi Ren Group—no matter who they are, beat them all the same. Grab your gear and take them down!”

“If that old guy gets hurt, will you take responsibility?”

“I’ll take responsibility. Hit them!”

“Got it!”

The colleague immediately rushed back to the security room, gathered the others, and charged out wielding various implements, shouting like infantry in the age of cold weapons. In just one round, they knocked down four or five of the troublemakers, sending Su Zijun and Su Shanglin scurrying in panic.

The scene was chaos, spiraling out of control. The hired thugs wailed, “We’re all Roasted Duck’s men! Believe it or not, you’ll regret this when he comes back!”

The security guards glanced at each other…

“Roasted Duck? That name sounds familiar…”

“Don’t be stupid—that’s the wimp who knelt and begged for mercy with Xu Sanlong yesterday in front of Lu.”

“Oh, then it’s fine. Keep hitting them, hahaha!”