"Shut up."
Fu Bairan’s laughter beca even more ironic. In this irony, there was also mockery of herself. She had truly loved Yinchao, and perhaps Yinchao had truly loved her, but when it ca down to interests, his regret for loving her surfaced.
After all, the one who could bring him great benefits was still Fu Yuran, what a pity.
Since ancient tis, the tears of beauties have been the tombs of heroes; he couldn’t escape her temptation. Neither of them was innocent; she was also fed up with these days of hiding and seeking.
Had she not thought about it, let them find out then, so what if they did?
Did Bo Yan really dare to kill and set fires?
But thinking of Yinchao’s defiance, she still restrained herself, yet Yinchao’s attitude now, made her sowhat angry.
", shut up? Yinchao, why should I shut up? It was I who devised the plans that hard Fu Yuran, but you were the one who ultimately decided the outco;
what, can’t handle the disparity now and ready to put everything on ? You wish."
"I don’t want to fight with you, making a scene now is no good for either of us. Right now, I just want to get the money."
"Get the money?" Fu Bairan felt for the first ti that Yinchao was so naive.
"You still want to take money from others, aren’t you worried that once your position is exposed, people will co knocking like evil spirits, demanding your life?"
Yinchao looked at Fu Bairan in a daze, disbelief deep in his eyes, "What do you an?"
Fu Bairan leaned against the door, a cigarette between her fingers, took a deep drag, and the swirling smoke encircled her cheeks, "Yinchao, after all these years in the ga, even if you’re useless, you should understand so rules;
Do you think the other party would give you money when you have no more value to them? Are you thinking too much, or do you really think you can succeed in extortion?
This person has employed us to work for her for so many years and has never t us personally. What does that tell you?
Though it’s all just my speculation, fortunately, after being close for so long, I advise you not to take things for granted, okay?
The only lifeline might really be the other party, but have you beco rusty from staying at ho too long?"
"Heh..." Yinchao slightly raised his gaze, staring at Fu Bairan, "These past few months, did they make you smarter? I’ve thought of everything you have, I naturally have reasons to get the money, I don’t want to discuss it with you, but I know what I’m doing."
Fu Bairan, "Fine, consider a ddler."
Having said that, she opened the door to leave. Yinchao stopped her, "Where are you planning to go?"
"Just going out for a stroll, why? Are you coming too?"
"No."
Fu Bairan tugged at her lip and left the old building quietly. Stepping out of the building, she felt much more relaxed, yet she still felt so resentnt towards Yinchao’s situation.
As Fu Bairan walked forward, lost in her thoughts without paying attention to her surroundings, she didn’t notice two figures sneaking up behind her. Once they reached a less crowded green belt, the two exchanged a look and, without a sound, covered Fu Bairan’s mouth and nose with a drugged cloth. The shock in Fu Bairan’s eyes hadn’t yet dispersed when she already collapsed into the arms of a man.
One of them said, "Take this back with us?"
"Yeah, take it back, and give it directly to Young Master Qi. Wait, use her phone to send a ssage to Yinchao. Just say she’s not involved in what follows anymore. Whatever Yinchao wants to do, he can do. She won’t interfere anymore. They’ll go their separate ways."
Lately, Fu Bairan had been acting erratically. When she sent this text to Yinchao’s phone, there was no response at all. After reading the ssage, Yinchao even smirked distrustfully and chuckled, "Always playing the sa trick, never getting tired of it."
He wasn’t worried at all; he didn’t think Fu Bairan would really go far.
Yinchao had waited all night and Fu Bairan hadn’t returned. His eyes flickered, he gave it a slight thought but didn’t pay much attention.
When he finally got on the phone with Zhao Shuqin the next afternoon, her voice was cold. The first thing she said was, "Are you planning to blackmail ?"
Yinchao laughed, his voice sounding sowhat distorted over the phone, "When you asked to do your bidding initially, you didn’t say that. My demands are not high; I just need money, and isn’t that easy for you?"
Zhao Shuqin replied, "What do you need money for now? You’re in trouble, hiding here and there. Even if I gave you money, what could you possibly do with it?"
"To rise again, is it that difficult?" Yinchao snapped, asking.
...
On the other side, unknown to Yinchao, Zhao Shuqin was watching a group of tech personnel. She mouthed the words, "Have you located him yet?"
The technicians shook their heads and then said, "We’ll find him very soon, just hold on a bit longer, Director Zhao."
Zhao Shuqin’s expression was very grim. She could only keep Yinchao engaged on the line. After Yinchao spoke for another three minutes, the phone feedback grew loud. Startled, he suddenly exploded, shouting into the phone, "Are you monitoring , trying to find out my address?"
Zhao Shuqin hadn’t expected him to guess this, and just then, Yinchao’s address appeared in the technicians’ hands.
The technicians gave Zhao Shuqin a thumbs-up OK sign. Zhao Shuqin said indifferently, "You’re not worth such asures to . Is the money you want that much? Do you think I’d alert the police over this small matter?"
Yinchao didn’t believe her, yet he was absolutely powerless. As the manipulated party, he felt he was in a difficult position.
Nonetheless, Zhao Shuqin’s words weren’t enough to convince him, and he quickly hung up the phone, "I advise you, within a day I want to see ten million in my account, otherwise I won’t hesitate to expose your affairs.
The world out there isn’t yours anymore, I hope our cooperation goes smoothly, just like initially; no excuses when it’s ti to pay."
...
Zhao Shuqin hung up the phone with a dark expression, called her confidant, and threw the address over, her eyes full of rage, "Go there, find this person, and then, dead or alive, it’s up to you how to delightfully deal with him, I don’t care.
If you succeed, the reward won’t be small. Do it cleanly and make sure he doesn’t escape."
Yinchao might really have sothing she didn’t want exposed, but whether it could be blown wide open wasn’t for Yinchao, that useless piece of trash, to decide. Even if the dia dared to report it, could those items even end up in the dia’s hands?
Yinchao wanted to raise the stakes, but he should ask whether she, Zhao Shuqin, agreed or not.
The people around who saw this side of Zhao Shuqin were sowhat in disbelief. Is this really the sa Director Zhao they had worked for before?
Could Director Zhao really be such a cold-hearted person who regarded human life as dirt?
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