The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

"The media just broke the news: the Nanrong Family’s pillar, Nanrong Yong, suddenly fell gravely ill and has already been sent into the emergency room. He’s still not out of danger yet. Eh! Haozi didn’t tell you?"

"No."

"Why don’t we go to the hospital together and see the old man? After all, we’re brothers with Haozi. With his grandpa seriously ill, we can’t just not show anything, right?"

Hearing this, Ling Chen thought for a moment, then replied, "No need. The old man should be fine. This is probably the Nanrong Family’s countermeasure."

"Countermeasure?" Prompted by Ling Chen, Hu Fei seemed to understand something and said, "Got it. Alright, since he’s fine, I don’t need to worry then."

After hanging up, Ling Chen couldn’t help but smile. Nanrong Yong really was something, actually spreading a fake rumor about his own serious illness. With this, Jiang Yue’e and Nanrong Wanqing were undoubtedly pushed into a very awkward position. Now that Nanrong Yong was critically ill and could die at any moment, if Nanrong Wanqing and Yang He still insisted on holding the wedding, it would definitely draw condemnation from the media and everyone else.

In Huaxia, among all virtues, filial piety comes first; what people value most is being filial. If they didn’t pause the wedding and return home to visit Nanrong Yong, they would inevitably be cursed and spat on.

This move was vicious enough! Jiang Yue’e was probably going to have a headache over it.

However, all the way until the next day, there was no reaction whatsoever from Jiang Yue’e or the Yang Family. Moreover, according to the news coming from that side, Yang He was still busy arranging the wedding venue, not reacting in the slightest to the news of Nanrong Yong’s critical condition.

No way... Ling Chen thought to himself. Was Jiang Yue’e really going to be that ruthless? He had originally thought Jiang Yue’e would bring Nanrong Wanqing back, so that he could make his move directly in East Sea City. Now it seemed he would definitely have to make the trip himself.

At seven in the evening, Ling Chen appeared at East Sea International Airport with a few people. This trip abroad wasn’t particularly dangerous, so he didn’t bring many top fighters. Besides members of the Eight Freaks, he also brought Yu Beifeng and Beison. The main reason for bringing Qiu Yong and his group was to let everyone get out and relax a bit. As for Beison, he was a mercenary and had many connections overseas; they might come in handy.

At a little past two in the morning, the plane finally arrived at its destination. Once they came out of the airport, there were already cars waiting for them. The ones in charge of receiving them were Beison’s subordinates—two people in total—who had arrived earlier to gather intelligence.

Once in the car, Ling Chen asked, "Any movement from the Yang Family?"

"These past few days we’ve been secretly monitoring Yang He. Aside from going to the company every day, he spends most of his time arranging the wedding venue. As for Jiang Yue’e and Nanrong Wanqing, we haven’t seen either of them at all. We’re guessing they’re both staying at the Yang Family’s villa."

"That Jiang Yue’e sure knows how to keep her cool," Xia Yue interjected.

"Sixth Brother, are you planning to show up on the wedding day, or go straight to Yang He now and take Nanrong Wanqing away?"

Hearing Qiu Yong’s question, Ling Chen pondered for a moment before saying, "No rush. It’s already late now. Let’s go back to the hotel and rest first. Tomorrow I’ll go talk to Yang He. If he’s smart, he should know what to do."

Night passed.

The next morning, Qiu Yong and the others stayed at the hotel while Ling Chen, taking only Beison, drove to the headquarters of Yang Group. Once there, Ling Chen entered the lobby and asked the receptionist. The moment she heard his name, the way she looked at him instantly took on a trace of disgust.

Noticing her change in attitude, Ling Chen rubbed his nose and gave a helpless smile. He of course knew why she’d suddenly turned hostile—because of Yang He’s interview. Yang He had painted him as some cheating scumbag; any woman, hearing that, wouldn’t have a favorable impression of him.

After a short while, the receptionist put down the internal phone and looked at Ling Chen. "Mr. Ling, I’m very sorry. President Yang is in a meeting right now and doesn’t have time to see you. Please come back another day."

Refusing to see him? The corners of Ling Chen’s mouth lifted slightly as he smiled and said, "Please relay a message to Mr. Yang: if he doesn’t want anything unexpected to happen at his wedding, it’d be best not to turn me away."

A few minutes later, a blonde beauty wearing glasses and dressed in professional attire walked out of the elevator and came straight toward Ling Chen.

"Mr. Ling, right? Please come with me." Her attitude was very cold. Tossing down that one line, she immediately returned to the elevator.

Ling Chen shrugged, not bothering to fuss about it, and followed with Beison in tow. When they reached the top floor, under the blonde woman’s lead, the two of them arrived outside the chairman’s office.

Pushing the door open, Ling Chen swept his gaze around and saw Yang He sitting at a desk, head lowered, working on something.

"Mr. Yang." Ling Chen walked straight up with a smile and greeted him.

Yang He slowly raised his head, his expression blank as he said, "Mr. Ling, you came all this way. What business do you have with me?"

Ling Chen opened his mouth, about to speak, when his eyes were suddenly drawn to the photo frame on the desk. In the photo, Yang He had his arm around Nanrong Wanqing, the two looking very intimate, faces full of happy smiles. Staring at that picture, his eyes narrowed slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

"Mr. Yang, you’re not planning to invite me to sit and talk?"

"I don’t think that’s necessary." Yang He replied coldly, "You’re not my friend, nor are you my partner. To be precise, you’re my enemy. Why should I ask you to sit?"

Hearing this, Ling Chen nodded. "You have a point. In that case, I’ll make myself clear. First, cancel the wedding immediately and clarify things to the media. Second, I’m taking Wanqing back to the country, and you’re not to stop me. Third, from now on, you and Wanqing will have nothing more to do with each other. Mr. Yang, is what I’m saying clear enough?"

"Crystal clear. But why should I listen to you?" Yang He let out a cold laugh. "Ling Chen, you really think too highly of yourself. Don’t forget, the one Wanqing loves now is me, not you."

Ling Chen replied calmly, "You should know better than anyone why she ended up like this, but I’m not planning to pursue that. I just want to remind you to know when to stop, so you don’t regret it later. The Yang Family may be a prestigious clan, but in my eyes, they’re not worth shit. I came here today to give you courtesy before force. If you don’t heed my advice, then I hope you’re prepared to face the consequences."

"Are you threatening me?" Yang He shook his head. "Ling Chen, your tactics are too childish." As he spoke, he took out his phone from the drawer and waved it in front of Ling Chen. "I already knew you wouldn’t have anything nice to say, so I started recording in advance. If anything happens at the wedding, or if anything happens to me, this recording will be handed over to the police immediately. I’m sure this is enough to convict you."