Tang Wanxing naively believed that Meng Jingwei's persistence with Qing Muye stemmed from her coveting his wealth.
As the words left her lips, a mocking smile touched Meng Jingwei's composed face, "Can it definitely be satisfied?"
Perhaps this was the world of the rich.
They believed all things in the world could be measured or resolved with money.
"Yes."
Tang Wanxing nodded slightly.
Her gaze was firm, as if Meng Jingwei would agree to any amount, even a hundred million, as long as it meant leaving Qing Muye.
"I know you, Film Empress Tang, are never short of money," Meng Jingwei leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on the makeup mirror, clearly observing Tang Wanxing's subtle facial expressions.
Her brow furrowed slightly, and she genuinely pondered for a moment, "Then how much should I ask for? What would be appropriate?"
As she spoke, Meng Jingwei tilted her head to look at Tang Wanxing, "Ten million? No, that's too little, too demeaning. Fifty million?" She thought for a moment, then shook her head, "Still too little. How about this, if you can give me five hundred million, I'll be willing to leave him."
Although Meng Jingwei knew Tang Wanxing's feelings for Qing Muye, she still wanted to test Tang Wanxing's attitude.
As her words fell, Tang Wanxing's delicate face gradually turned somber and unpleasant.
Tang Wanxing leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, her fingers interlaced over her abdomen, her slender thumbs repeatedly scraping her fingernails, making a crisp sound.
But her cold eyes were fixed on Meng Jingwei. After a long pause, she let out a laugh, "Five hundred million? Sister Jingwei, you really think highly of yourself."
"Don't say that."
Meng Jingwei raised her hand, swept a strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear, and said with a lighthearted air, "Five hundred million, because Qing Muye is worth that price."
Her tone was a mix of a smile and seriousness, carrying an effortless, languid feel.
Yet, in Tang Wanxing's eyes, Meng Jingwei's actions seemed more like disdain towards her.
Seeing Tang Wanxing remain silent for a while, Meng Jingwei rested her elbow on the armrest of her chair, propping up her forehead, "What's wrong, Film Empress Tang? Do you think Qing Muye isn't worth five hundred million?"
"Women like you are insatiably greedy. Five hundred million, and you'll really leave Ye? Heh, why should I believe you?" Tang Wanxing wasn't reluctant to part with five hundred million; rather, she felt that even if she gave Meng Jingwei the money, she wouldn't leave.
"Tsk, how contradictory."
Meng Jingwei extended her slender jade fingers, looked down, and played with her nails, teasingly, "You asked me to name my price. I named it, but you're not willing to... "
At this point, Meng Jingwei slowly raised her eyelids, her bright black eyes meeting Tang Wanxing's gaze, "It seems your fondness for Qing Muye isn't that great either."
Sitting together, this was their first direct confrontation.
Tang Wanxing considered herself experienced in business and possessing a commanding aura. She had initially thought Meng Jingwei was just a country girl, unaccustomed to the ways of the world, and would surely be nervous facing her.
However, at this moment, Meng Jingwei showed no sign of nervousness. Instead, her composed demeanor surpassed Tang Wanxing's.
"Five hundred million, I agree."
After a moment of silence, Tang Wanxing agreed to Meng Jingwei's terms.
However, her inscrutable eyes remained fixed on Meng Jingwei as she calculated her own plan, "However, I will pay you this money over five years, one hundred million each year. After all, we cannot establish trust between us, so we can sign a contract."
Meng Jingwei accurately captured the fleeting shrewdness in her eyes.
Truly a businesswoman, cunning and calculating.
But Tang Wanxing's calculations were indeed misfired.
"That's a good method," Meng Jingwei nodded.
Seeing her nod in agreement, Tang Wanxing's red lips curved into a triumphant smile.