"Sorry, it's not just your mere ten billion that I've set my sights on, but your Hidden Clan's rich mineral resources." She spoke her mind directly, "If we can find a way to cooperate, I'll do whatever you say."
This was Qing Muye's intention, and she was simply probing.
"What?"
He Kaqing Tang's face sank, her eyes filled with surprise. After a pause, she let out a cold snort, "Such wishful thinking."
No one translated this statement.
But that didn't mean Meng Jingwei couldn't understand.
"At most, I'll give you one hundred billion, and you leave the Hidden Clan. Consider it." He Kaqing Tang dropped the words and got up to leave.
He Ka Ling Chuan glanced at her, then at Meng Jingwei, and could only follow her away.
As they walked out of the tea house and downstairs, a subtle gleam flickered in He Ka Ling Chuan's eyes, and a wicked thought arose, "Mom, actually... I do have an idea. Do you want to hear it?"
He Kaqing Tang shot him a sideways glance, pulled open the car door, and got in. "Prepare to spew whatever nonsense you've cooked up."
"Alas, Mom, I'm your son. How can you speak to me like that?" He Ka Ling Chuan put on an innocent expression.
"Precisely because you're my son, I know you're a hopeless case."
Seeing them get into the car, the driver started the sedan and slowly drove away.
He Ka Ling Chuan sat beside He Kaqing Tang and chuckled, "To make her willingly submit to you, I think the best approach is to play the emotional card."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'll pursue her. After all, she hasn't been a widow for long. If I can be there for her, give her company and care, I'm sure I can win her heart. Once she's my woman, He Ka Ling Chuan's woman, will she still oppose you? Haha, Mom, don't you think so?"
He Ka Ling Chuan was hatching a cunning plan.
Back in the private room, the first time he saw Meng Jingwei, he was captivated by her stunning beauty and noble demeanor. His gaze lingered on her for a long time.
Although he was the son of the Hidden Lord and surrounded by many beautiful women from the Hidden Clans, Meng Jingwei was different. Perhaps it was because she was from Lancheng, or perhaps it was her natural beauty and cold, elegant temperament that perfectly suited his taste.
Of course, He Ka Ling Chuan knew Meng Jingwei was skilled in martial arts, the wife of a billionaire, and a young widow – a fatal attraction he simply couldn't resist.
"Nonsense!"
He Kaqing Tang glared at him, "Don't forget your own identity!"
Scolded sternly by her, He Ka Ling Chuan's face fell, "How is it nonsense? The position of Hidden Lord is passed down to daughters, not sons. I don't covet the Hidden Lord position, so I still have to remain pure? Mom, do you think that's fair to me?"
It was precisely because the position of Hidden Lord was passed down to daughters, not sons, that He Ka Ling Chuan harbored dissatisfaction. Hence, he was usually dissolute and rebellious, surrounded by beauties, and his private life was debauched.
He Kaqing Tang felt a pang of guilt and couldn't bear to scold him further.
"You..."
She was at a loss for words.
Seeing her fall silent, He Ka Ling Chuan knew she was wavering. He pressed his advantage, "Mom, I'm just playing around. If I can win over Meng Jingwei, it'll be a great help to you. Your son wants to do something for you too. Besides, she's already a mother of two. Am I expected to marry her?"
His carefully crafted words genuinely dispelled He Kaqing Tang's hesitation.
Her expression turned serious, her brows furrowed, and a subtle light flickered in her shrewd eyes. After a sigh, she nodded, "It's not entirely unfeasible. However..."
She turned to look at He Kaqing Tang, "Let me tell you, she's He Xiaobei's disciple and a formidable fighter. Don't play yourself into a corner."
"Don't worry, Mom, your son is infinitely charming. Can't I even handle a mere young married woman?"
He Ka Ling Chuan was brimming with confidence.