Chapter 70

Qiao Chuchu stood up straight, her heart aching: "It's okay, I know why you're angry."

Weisheng Wenzhan perked up: "Oh?"

Qiao Chuchu stepped in front of him, blocking Ji Yanchuan: "Stay away from my son—this gentleman!"

Weisheng Wenzhan: "..."

Ji Yanchuan was stunned, looking at Weisheng Wenzhan in disbelief: "Mr. Weisheng, are you really going to let this crazy woman go wild in front of you? She's not quite right in the head, and you never know when she might kick you."

Qiao Chuchu chuckled: "Don't worry, Grandpa Qiao's sole will always stick to you."

Ji Yanchuan's face darkened: "Crazy woman, don't push your luck!"

Qiao Chuchu retorted without hesitation: "I can be even worse, want to try?"

Ji Yanchuan: "..."

He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with killing intent.

He had tried to have someone deal with Qiao Chuchu but failed. Originally, he had decided not to pursue it further and let her off the hook.

But now, this woman was still provoking him in front of him!

Looking for death, huh!

Qiao Chuchu felt Ji Yanchuan's murderous intent and stared back without fear.

[I never intended to interact with the rest of the Weisheng family, considering they're all ruthless characters. But now, this gentleman who looks just like my son is the very same Weisheng Wenzhan who was driven to death by anger. Can I just sit back and do nothing? Can I let my daughter live as a widow?!

[I can't!]

[Besides, Ji Yanchuan may look decent now, but I still remember clearly how he drove my son to death.]

[Ji Yanchuan showed Weisheng Wenzhan photos of the four deceased members of the Weisheng family, deliberately shocking him by recounting how his siblings died.]

[Weisheng Wenzhan was already on the verge of collapse, having taken over his siblings' work after their deaths, working non-stop for seven days without even a moment to sleep. With Ji Yanchuan's provocation, he was driven to death!]

Weisheng Wenzhan's eyes darkened, glancing sideways at Ji Yanchuan.

Alright, he thought Ji Yanchuan was just an arrogant fool, but it turns out he's also a malicious manipulator who knows how to hit people where it hurts.

He loves dealing with villains the most.

Just as he was thinking, Qiao Chuchu suddenly gestured for him to come closer: "Come a bit nearer, will you?"

Wenzhan frowned imperceptibly.

No one had ever summoned him like this before.

But he still endured his patience, bent down and pressed his ear closer.

Qiao Chuchu whispered mysteriously: "Mr. Weisheng, stay away from this Ji Yanchuan, don't do business with him, and don't talk to him. Just be polite on the surface. He has bad intentions, and his character is terrible. His family are all driven by greed—they're really bad! And he's bad luck for you, he'll ruin your finances!"

Weisheng Wenzhan: "..."

Is this her way of persuading him openly?

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He said with interest: "So, you can tell fortunes?"

Qiao Chuchu nodded seriously: "A bit. I can read faces. Have you heard about Sister Yu Can's car accident? I predicted it, so I saved her."

Weisheng Wenzhan's lips curled into a lazy smile: "Oh? Then tell me, what do I look like?"

Qiao Chuchu didn't hesitate: "Like you're about to die."

Weisheng Wenzhan: "?"

Qiao Chuchu: "Ah, no, like someone people would die for!"

[I can't let him know he'll be driven to death by Ji Yanchuan next year, or he won't be able to enjoy his New Year.]

Weisheng Wenzhan: "..."

He already can't.

Ji Yanchuan stood across from the two, watching them.

The two of them together created a strange yet harmonious pairing.

Weisheng Wenzhan, though older, didn't look it at all. His skin was tight and wrinkle-free, like a pale vampire who had just crawled out of a coffin, exuding a mature and powerful aura.

Standing at about six feet three inches, dressed in a sharp suit, he stood next to Qiao Chuchu, slightly leaning down to listen to her.

Due to the height difference, and unwilling to bend too low, it was Qiao Chuchu who had to stand on tiptoe to get closer to him.

The two leaning against each other, like a royal couple who had seen it all, listening to the naive secrets of a spoiled young lady.

Ji Yanchuan watched them with increasing displeasure: "Mr. Weisheng, let's have breakfast together."

He glanced at Qiao Chuchu: "Just the two of us. I have business matters I'd like to discuss with you."

Qiao Chuchu looked nervously at Weisheng Wenzhan, whispering: "He's here because his family sent him. Trust me, this project won't end well, it's all a trap. Of course, whether you believe me or not is up to you. Please think carefully."

Believe me! He'll harm you! Even though he can't kill you now, he'll collaborate with his family, luring you step by step into a trap! He's got the male lead halo! Once you're involved, you're doomed!

Weisheng Wenzhan's lips curved slightly, but he didn't respond.

Qiao Chuchu prepared to leave: "I'm leaving first."

"Wait." Weisheng Wenzhan took out his phone, showing her his WeChat QR code: "Exchange contact details."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Ji Yanchuan: "?"

Weisheng Wenzhan actually initiated a contact exchange?!

What charm does this crazy woman have?

He glared at Qiao Chuchu unhappily.

Qiao Chuchu was stunned, a bit apologetic: "No, thanks."

Weisheng Wenzhan: "..."

Ji Yanchuan: "??"

Does she know how rare it is for Weisheng Wenzhan to ask for someone's WeChat?

She actually refused?!

Weisheng Wenzhan's eyes darkened, a hint of displeasure flashing through.

No one had ever turned him down before.

He calmly put his phone away, his smile already distant: "Alright."

Qiao Chuchu gave an apologetic smile.

What's the point of adding each other if we're not going to talk?

Unfortunately, she was good at scolding but not praising, and she didn't know how to make her refusal sound smoother, so she awkwardly waved: "I'm leaving first."

[I don't want to get involved too much. I just want to be close to my son's life, but stay away from his daily affairs.]

Ji Yanchuan sneered, staring at her retreating back: "Hmph, how ignorant. Mr. Weisheng, shall we... eh? Where are you going?"

Qiao Chuchu had walked a few steps away when she suddenly felt a broad figure looming behind her.

She reflexively shrank her neck, and her phone was snatched away.

Weisheng Wenzhan walked in front of her, held her phone up to her face for facial recognition.

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Weisheng Wenzhan opened her WeChat, scanned the QR code, added her as a friend, and handed the phone back to her: "Thank you."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Weisheng Wenzhan brushed past her decisively.

She stared in shock at his back, then at her own WeChat.

[Refusing to add WeChat and still getting forced to? Is this the legendary Weisheng family, where they get whatever they want? Even if it's a bitter melon, they'll still take a bite?]

Weisheng Wenzhan took his phone and added a note for Qiao Chuchu, not even turning back.

He never cared whether the melon he twisted off was sweet or not.

He just wanted the melon by his side.

She had been calling him her son for half an hour, and he had endured it without saying anything, but when it came to adding WeChat, she refused him.

Hmph.

Qiao Chuchu had no choice but to put her phone away. As she turned around, she accidentally met Pei Youchuan's cold gaze.

He stood at the entrance of the restaurant, accompanied by a few male friends, not sure how long he had been standing there.