Using a borrowed knife to kill!
The scheme devised by Murong Mingyuan was extremely vicious.
Of course.
Even if she hadn't suggested it, Li Qianfan would have done the same!
*Pop.*
After planting a firm kiss on Murong Mingyuan's lips and another one, precisely aimed, on Jiao Yin, Li Qianfan said, "Mingyuan, make the arrangements. Be ready to travel with me at any time."
Murong Mingyuan's face flushed slightly.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I'll take you, Mei Nu, and San Tiao and a few others to Blackwater Forest for a bit."
Mentioning this, Li Qianfan's face showed visible annoyance. "It's just a formality, to shut up those dogs who barked that I'm a coward."
"Alright, I'll start making arrangements immediately."
Murong Mingyuan didn't consider if there would be any danger accompanying Li Qianfan to Blackwater Forest. She bent down, picked up her mask, put it on, and hurried off.
This was because she was currently reveling in the joy of Hua Rong's imminent recovery.
More importantly.
She had developed a sense of devotion towards Li Qianfan that she had never experienced before.
Now.
Let alone going to Blackwater Forest with Li Qianfan, she would follow him without hesitation even to the eighteenth level of hell.
This was the true Murong Mingyuan.
Watching her retreating figure, a clear thoughtfulness appeared in Li Qianfan's eyes.
Perhaps.
He had finally found a way to make this little filly completely devoted.
That was to be sincere with her!
Then.
How could he make Mei Nu sincerely devoted?
"I truly didn't expect this little filly to bring me such a huge surprise," Li Qianfan murmured. He scooped up Jiao Yin by the crook of her legs and held her horizontally in his arms.
He lowered his head and opened his mouth—
Only when the woman trembled and, in a voice close to death, said she was about to pee, did the supposedly most upright gentleman in the world, Young Master Li, reluctantly let go of her.
Given the gravity of the matter.
For safety reasons.
After Murong Mingyuan had made her arrangements and returned to the office, Li Qianfan confiscated her and Jiao Yin's phones.
He was going out.
"Mei Nu, help Mingyuan plan thoroughly on how to inflict greater losses on the three CEOs."
Li Qianfan, who greatly admired Jiao Yin's intelligence, gave her another kiss while she was in his arms, and then specifically paid attention to Murong Mingyuan.
With his face still wet with kisses—
Exuding a potent aura of hormones, he picked up his phone, dialed, and strode out. "Sweetie, come to the teahouse west of Mingyuan Disco right now. I have something very important to discuss with you in person."
Who was Li Qianfan's sweetie?
Murong Mingyuan didn't care much.
Jiao Yin was extremely curious.
She yearned even more to inform Jin Ku Ming—
But her phone had been confiscated, and Murong Mingyuan was "accompanying" her, so Jiao Yin had no way of doing so.
She could only suppress the feeling of her heart bleeding, dig her toes fiercely into the soles of her shoes, and negotiate with Murong Mingyuan on how to perfectly complete the task Li Qianfan had assigned.
The teahouse west of Mingyuan Disco.
It was early morning, and there were few customers.
In a private room on the second floor.
The woman wearing sunglasses and a large mask, dressed in a black trench coat, felt the joy radiating from Li Qianfan as soon as she walked in.
She removed her sunglasses and mask, revealing her alluring, mature face. "Kid, what is it that makes you dare to call me sweetie on the phone and summon me at your beck and call?"
"Sit down and let's talk," Li Qianfan said. He picked up the teapot and poured water for Su Nanyin.
Su Nanyin sat down gracefully, her feet in high-heeled boots placed directly on the sofa beside Li Qianfan.
With an affected air, she said, "Alas, rushing over here, my feet hurt."
Li Qianfan immediately understood the unspoken meaning.
With the look of a fawning servant, he helped her remove her boots and began to massage her feet.
If it weren't for the critical nature of the matter, Li Qianfan truly wouldn't have wanted to meet Su Nanyin in person.
Being served by the two beauties, wasn't it more comfortable than him serving others?
The more Su Nanyin listened, the brighter her eyes became.
She hadn't expected Li Qianfan to obtain such crucial intelligence from Murong Mingyuan.
"It seems we underestimated the role Murong Mingyuan could play," Su Nanyin said, picking up her teacup and taking a shallow sip of water. "You must ensure Murong Mingyuan returns alive."
"Certainly," Li Qianfan replied casually. "However, to give her the greatest sense of belonging, I might have to sacrifice my innocence, not just restore her appearance."
Su Nanyin scoffed. "You? What innocence do you have left?"
How dare she say that!
Just as Li Qianfan was about to press hard on her sole, making her let out a soul-stirring "oh," his phone on the table rang.
It was Su Nanyin's.
Su Nanyin picked up the phone. "Su Xin?"
"Vice President Su," Su Xin's voice came through. "The reporters you arranged for have arrived outside Mingyuan Disco."
"Good," Su Nanyin replied. "How many?"
"We contacted seven reporters, but there are already thirty people here."
Su Xin answered, "There are definitely people sent by the Yao family among them, and probably more are on their way."
"Good." Su Nanyin said "good" again and ended the call.
She put down the phone, her taut black silk-clad toes flicked Li Qianfan's chin. "Everything is ready. It's your turn to make an appearance."
*Snap.*
Li Qianfan opened his foot. "Stop touching me. Otherwise, I'll sue you for molesting a minor."
Ten minutes later.
A certain delinquent youth, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, sauntered to a spot about a hundred meters away from Mingyuan Disco.
The crowd gathered here had already reached over a hundred people.
About half of them were foreigners.
It was certain that more reporters keenly following Li Qianfan were rushing towards Mingyuan Disco from all directions at top speed.
This also guaranteed that Li Qianfan would become a hot news figure for the next few days, or even more than ten days!
Of course.
This was on the premise that Li Qianfan would agree to their interviews.
"I am such a kind person, I certainly won't let you leave empty-handed," Li Qianfan sneered slightly, turned halfway, and quickly headed for the back door of the disco.
The phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Li Qianfan's heart warmed.
He answered. "Old Li, you care more about your son's life and death than Sister Wujiang. Having a dad like you is definitely my ancestral grave smoking with good fortune."
Longxu Old Li—
He asked in a calm voice, "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," Li Qianfan said. He dropped his playful demeanor and spoke softly. "There aren't enough reporters yet. When more arrive, I'll hold a press conference for a Q&A session. Immediately after, I'll depart."
Li Xiao was silent for a moment. "Longxu, including your grandmother who is still in Longxu, cannot help you."
"I know."
"Qianfan, remember to be careful."
"I know."
"Ziyu wants to speak with you."
"I know—" Li Qianfan said distractedly, then realized something was amiss.
Sister Su Yu's voice, heard through the phone, was still as melodious and pleasant as ever. "Qianfan, I will pray for you."
She paused.
Su Ziyu added, "This is the only thing your wife can do for you."
Li Qianfan could detect the helplessness and melancholy in Su Ziyu's voice as she spoke of her own powerlessness.
He looked up at the sky, his voice ethereal. "Wife, whenever I think of you now, I feel particularly at ease. It's as if no matter where I am or what I'm doing, I can feel your eyes quietly watching me, giving me the greatest support."
These words were from the bottom of his heart.
*Pop.*
Su Ziyu said nothing, ending the call with a kiss.
"Sigh, my wife is getting better and better at coaxing men," Li Qianfan sighed contentedly. Just then, his phone rang again.
Li Qianfan held it up. "Sister Wujiang, you care more about your son's life and death than Old Li. Having a mom like you is definitely my ancestral grave smoking with good fortune."
Sister Wujiang, who was currently in hiding somewhere, was startled. "You scoundrel! Dare to jest with me again, and I'll beat you to death."
Li Qianfan said, "Alright, if you have something to say, say it. If not, don't waste my time."
"Son." Li Wujiang said, "Remember to come back soon."
Li Qianfan replied casually, "Don't worry, I still have to toast you at your 100th birthday and wish you live like an old monster."
Damn it.
*Pop.*
Sister Wujiang also ended the call with a "mom's kiss."
Li Qianfan, however, seemed disgusted and wiped his cheek.
Fortunately, Sister Wujiang couldn't see.
If she could—
*Buzz buzz buzz.*
Just as Li Qianfan walked out the back door of the disco, his phone vibrated again.
"Who is it now?" Li Qianfan had no choice but to pick up his phone again. Seeing the caller ID, it was an unfamiliar overseas number.
He didn't think much of it, answered, and put it to his ear. "Hello, who is this?"
No one answered.
Li Qianfan waited for a moment, then instinctively looked at his phone.
He confirmed it was still in an active call and hadn't disconnected.
Becoming impatient, he asked again, "Hello, who are you? If you don't speak, I'll hang up."
Finally—
A trembling voice came from the phone. "Dad."