Volume 1, Chapter 56: Who Do You Think You Are?

The three of them went upstairs, and Ning Yuelan navigated the familiar path to the private dining room door.

"Don't say anything reckless once we go inside. Caisse Culture is not a domestic enterprise in Jiangcheng; it's foreign-funded. Offending these people would be far more troublesome than dealing with the likes of Gao Zijie."

"After all, when they go crazy, they act with complete impunity and don't care about China's laws at all."

Foreign-funded entrepreneurs?

Fang Mo frowned, feeling a sense of unease in his heart.

After all, over the years, the news was always filled with cases of unscrupulous foreign entrepreneurs acting with absolute lawlessness locally, with instances of them forcibly seizing common folk's daughters being a dime a dozen.

The crux of the matter was that as long as these foreign scoundrels were extradited back to their home countries, they could easily escape completely scot-free.

Fang Mo was somewhat worried that Ning Yuelan would take a loss.

"Sister Yuelan, can you minimize your dealings with these lawless individuals from now on? I still think doing business with locals is much safer."

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan was momentarily stunned.

Ning Shiyu was just about to speak when, unexpectedly, Ning Yuelan smiled and gently nodded her head. "Alright."

"Oh please, Fang Mo, if my older sister isn't going to do business with foreign merchants, why don't you supply her with some cross-border projects instead!"

Ning Shiyu, sipping her milk tea, discontentedly nudged Fang Mo with her elbow.

Only then did Fang Mo realize that he might have overstepped his bounds a little.

Who Ning Yuelan chose to do business with was indeed her freedom. He coughed lightly and quickly changed his tune.

"No, I was just making a suggestion. If it's too difficult, then forget about it."

"It's fine. It's a very good suggestion, and your sister has accepted it."

Ning Yuelan did not give Ning Shiyu another chance to tease Fang Mo.

With that, she pushed open the door to the private room. The interior decor of this room was completely different in style from the one belonging to Elder Jin.

If that previous room had been full of business vibes, this room appeared utterly ambiguous and seductive.

Whether it was the dim, warm lighting or the brilliantly glowing ambient lights hanging on the walls, everything gave off an intensely flirtatious and atmospheric feel.

Were they really here to talk about business in this kind of environment?

Fang Mo frowned once again.

Just then, a voice echoed from within the room.

"Our President Ning has arrived quite promptly. Could it be that President Ning wasn't actually at the company just now? I heard there was an incident at the Ning Group today, and I was thinking of showing my concern for President Ning."

"Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Liu, but all the problems have been resolved."

Ning Yuelan calmly swept her gaze across the man sitting squarely in the master seat.

The man was dressed in a well-fitted shirt, but the top two buttons were undone, and he was leaning lazily back against the sofa with almost half his chest exposed, giving off a frivolous vibe.

"Since that's the case, let's discuss our matter then."

"Please have a seat, you all..."

As Fang Mo and Ning Shiyu entered the private room, their attention was immediately captured by the delicacies on the dining table.

Since Sister Yuelan was here to discuss matters, Fang Mo couldn't really chime in anyway. Besides, the young man had been running around all morning and was genuinely hungry, so he simply grabbed a pair of chopsticks and followed Ning Shiyu's lead, diving straight into the feast with gusto.

The man referred to as Young Master Liu kept all his attention fixed on Ning Yuelan, not even sparing Fang Mo and the other a glance as he smilingly poured a glass of red wine for Ning Yuelan.

"President Ning, let's have a couple of drinks before we talk business. I don't know why, but every time I see President Ning, I get this floating, ethereal feeling, as if an exquisite beauty like President Ning should only exist in paintings."

As he spoke, the man intentionally leaned closer in Ning Yuelan's direction.

However, when the woman had entered the private room, she had deliberately chosen a middle seat, with Fang Mo on her left and Ning Shiyu on her right, leaving Young Master Liu zero chance to get close to her.

He didn't look annoyed, though, only staring intently at the woman with burning eyes.

"We've interacted two or three times now, and we're all adults, so there's no need to beat around the bush. What President Ning needs is nothing more than a sum of money, and I happen to be able to come up with that sum to resolve President Ning's urgent crisis..."

With that, Young Master Liu slowly pushed a glass of red wine toward Ning Yuelan.

Fang Mo had been eating with great enthusiasm, but upon hearing Young Master Liu's slightly suggestive preceding remark, his movements came to a sudden halt, and his expression stiffened considerably.

Damn it, why did those words sound somewhat wrong?

How many times now had someone planned to cuckold me right to my face?

I know Sister Yuelan is so stunning that people find it hard to restrain themselves, but can you male compatriots please exercise some self-control? Why does every single one of you turn into a beast in heat the moment you lay eyes on Sister Yuelan?

"Sorry, she's not feeling well today and can't drink alcohol."

The next moment, not giving Ning Yuelan a chance to speak, Fang Mo pushed the long-stemmed glass right back.

His hands hadn't stopped moving, and he was still devouring a chicken foot with ravenous enthusiasm.

Hearing this, Young Master Liu narrowed his eyes, looking extremely displeased by Fang Mo's interruption.

"President Ning, I've already considered the interest rate you mentioned last time, but it's simply too low. As far as Caisse Culture is concerned, we have never offered such a low-interest loan to any enterprise."

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan maintained a calm expression on her pretty face and nodded her delicate chin.

"I understand."

"Since that's the case, I can find another way."

Young Master Liu's expression stiffened. He had expected that a single sentence would back her into a corner and make Ning Yuelan anxious, but he never imagined the woman would seem completely indifferent.

He hurriedly changed his tune.

"President Ning, don't be hasty. Even though I said Caisse Culture cannot offer that interest rate, I've given this a lot of thought before inviting you today, so naturally, there are other alternative solutions."

"Under normal circumstances, an unapproachable interest rate leaves another path we can take."

"On top of the conditions we agreed upon last time, I would like to add one more clause. If President Ning is willing to pay some other price, it's not entirely impossible for us to cooperate..."

Some other price?

The implication was more than clear enough.

Smack!

Fang Mo, who had still been wolfing down his food, froze once more.

Not only have you laid eyes on my wife, you actually want to make a move on her too?

Didn't Yuelan post their marriage certificate on her social media moments?

Why were there still so many annoying, buzzing bees and butterflies swarming around?

Thinking resentfully to himself, Fang Mo slowly raised his head, casting an unfriendly gaze toward Young Master Liu.

The next moment, Young Master Liu cleared his throat, exposing the thick, unadulterated greed deep within his eyes.

"At first sight, I was completely captivated and mesmerized by President Ning's heavenly beauty."

"As long as President Ning is willing to accompany me for three days, never mind a two-point interest rate, I can even consider a single point. President Ning should know my weight and influence within Caisse Culture. Besides us, apart from the Central Bank of the He family in the Capital, Caisse Culture is the only entity capable of producing such a massive amount of capital right now."

"President Ning, I am showing utmost sincerity, and you don't even have to give up much—just accompany me in bed for three days."

"Three days later, you will still be the lofty female CEO of the Ning Group, and I will still be the second young master of Caisse Culture. We'll mind our own business and cross paths no more..."

Convinced that the conditions he offered were tempting enough and that Ning Yuelan had no reason to refuse, Young Master Liu even reached across Fang Mo, attempting to grab Ning Yuelan's hand.

Ever since Young Master Liu's first sexual innuendo, Ning Yuelan's expression had already begun to turn frosty.

Hearing the man speak with such blatant vulgarity now, it was purely a testament to her exceptional self-restraint that she hadn't stood up and slapped him across the face.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Liu, I no longer need the help of Caisse Culture."

"The cash flow issue of the Ning Group has already been resolved."

With that, Ning Yuelan sidestepped Young Master Liu's hand, retreated behind Fang Mo, and blinked her enchanting eyes at the young man, as if to say: *Junior, someone is trying to make a move on your wife. Handle it as you see fit!*

"Resolved?"

Young Master Liu raised an eyebrow. "President Ning, what the Ning Group needs isn't some small change like ten or twenty million. Stabilizing the turbulence in the stock market requires at least upwards of 200 million. I checked the Ning Group's stock today as well; there is no upward trend whatsoever."

"President Ning, please don't joke with me. I came here with absolute sincerity."

Ning Yuelan sneered coldly. Seeing how persistent the man was, she narrowed her eyes and retorted icily, "I have no fortune to enjoy Young Master Liu's sincerity; you'd better bestow it upon someone else."

Having been rejected by Ning Yuelan repeatedly, Young Master Liu's expression gradually turned ugly.

"President Ning, know when to quit while you're ahead!"

What the hell!

Are you actually threatening her right now?

"I say, my friend, since Sister Yuelan has already said she's not willing, are you planning to force a trade? People aren't looking to borrow money from you, yet you still want to coerce them?"

Fang Mo had reached his breaking point long ago. Seeing that Young Master Liu was still restlessly attempting to make physical contact, he immediately swung his arm out and blocked in front of Ning Yuelan.

Only then did Young Master Liu cast a dissatisfied glance at Fang Mo.

"And who the hell do you think you are?"