Chapter 220: Chapter 220 I Want to Raise the Price_1
Du Xinyan’s face turned beet red when she saw Zhang Xian suddenly rushing in. If there was a crack in the ground to hide in, she would have imdiately dived in without hesitation.
Not because she called Zhang Xian a bastard, but because she was afraid that he might have heard her conversation with her mother.
Upon seeing Zhang Xian, Yu Wenhui laughed and said, "Zhang Xian, Xinyan is always shooting her mouth off, don’t take it to heart. Most of the ti, she says the opposite of what she ans."
Zhang Xian looked at Du Xinyan and asked, "Do you speak contrary to your feelings?"
"I...I...I don’t. You’re just a bastard..." Du Xinyan insulted Zhang Xian again, then blushed and ran out.
Zhang Xian rubbed his nose, did not chase after her, but turned to Yu Wenhui and smiled, "Auntie, it must have been a tough day for you. I’ll treat your injury first, then I’ll deal with that brat."
Yu Wenhui sighed and said, smiling, "You two need to talk this out."
Zhang Xian was stumped for a mont and laughed awkwardly. Actually, he just wanted to tease Du Xinyan, and Yu Wenhui had misunderstood his intentions.
However, he didn’t say anything else and started to treat Yu Wenhui’s wound, "Auntie, after today’s treatnt, you won’t feel any pain, but try to stay in bed as much as you can."
"Alright, thank you." Yu Wenhui smiled.
anwhile, she was studying Zhang Xian. To be fair, the guy was pretty good, both as a person and in his appearance—he was a match for her daughter.
Although they didn’t have much money, Du Xinyan’s beauty was sothing that she took pride in. Even when compared to TV stars who rely on makeup, Xinyan was not inferior.
"Bastard...stinky bastard...why did you show up at such a ti?" Outside, Du Xinyan muttered to herself.
She was sure that Zhang Xian must have heard the conversation between her and her mother when he entered, assuming that her mother was trying to match make them. Considering Zhang Xian’s rascally nature, would he try to take advantage of the situation?
If only Zhang Xian were single. But unfortunately, he not only had Zhu Yan but also seed to be close with Lin Ruoyi. How could she possibly develop a romantic relationship with Zhang Xian?
"Can’t you behave for once?" Du Xinyan grew more and more irritated the more she thought about it.
She had a favorable impression of Zhang Xian and he had indeed helped her family a lot. But the fact that he was so fickle made it difficult for her to accept him, let alone deal with him.
"What are you mumbling about over here?"
Zhang Xian walked over and sat next to Du Xinyan, asking her.
"What..." Du Xinyan jumped up, angrily saying, "Zhang Xian, why are you so stealthy when you walk?"
Zhang Xian replied, "Hey, is it that I’m walking silently, or are you too engrossed in your thoughts? Don’t tell
you were thinking about ."
"Who... who’s thinking about you? Stop being so narcissistic." As Zhang Xian hit the nail on the head, Du Xinyan’s cheek blushed like an apple. But she would never admit such a thing.
Zhang Xian said: "Heh heh, you blushed, you must be thinking about , haha..."
"I...I didn’t..."
Zhang Xian stood up and faced Du Xinyan, asking: "Are you sure?"
"No... not at all..." Du Xinyan backed up, her eyes wide open, asking, "What... what are you trying to do?"
Zhang Xian rubbed his nose, smiled and said: "Your mother just made a deal with . Now, you are considered half my wife. What do you think I want to do?"
"What?..." Du Xinyan widened her eyes, "No... Impossible. My mother wouldn’t do that."
"Don’t believe it? Shall we go ask her?" Zhang Xian said with a smile.
Actually, Yu Wenhui hadn’t said anything just now. However, when he ca in, he overheard the conversation between Du Xinyan and Yu Wenhui, and knew that Yu Wenhui had intended to match them, so he wanted to tease Du Xinyan. He thought Du Xinyan would believe him and wouldn’t be so foolish as to ask her. After all, Yu Wenhui seed to already have this idea— who knows if she would just agree?
Du Xinyan shook her head, she didn’t want to go back in and ask.
Zhang Xian cornered Du Xinyan against the wall, chuckling: "Co on, wifey, give
a kiss."
"No... Don’t..." Du Xinyan shook her head.
Zhang Xian frowned and said, "What do you an? You don’t want your husband to kiss you, then who will? Do you have another man outside?"
"I... I don’t have..." Du Xinyan instinctively defended herself.
When she realized what she had just said, she wished she could bang her head against the wall. Why had she just defended herself? Doesn’t that imply that she had admitted to their relationship?
Zhang Xian chuckled, "If there’s no other man, why won’t you let your husband kiss you? Are you planning to save it for another man?"
"No way, get away from ..." Du Xinyan pushed Zhang Xian away vigorously and ran into her room.
Zhang Xian rubbed his nose, the smile on his face looked rather lewd. Teasing Du Xinyan occasionally was really exhilarating. The girl was so adorable; the more he teased her, the more exciting it was.
...
That night, in a certain hotel, in a certain room.
A middle-aged man with a scar on his face was laying on the bed, watching TV absent-mindedly.
A short while later, a middle-aged man wearing a mask walked in, asking, "Why did you get in contact with ? Didn’t I tell you not to reach out to
until the job was done?"
The scar-faced man chuckled, "Aren’t you being overly cautious? With that mask on, who could recognize you?"
"Better safe than sorry," The masked man replied coolly. "Let’s talk business. I don’t have much ti for your chit-chat."
"The mark you want
to kill has a tough bodyguard. Tough to get to him. I’ll have to up my price."
The masked man frowned, "I already warned you about the skilled man by her side, and you agreed to a million. And now you want to increase the price? A million is no small amount. If it weren’t for this high-level bodyguard, the price wouldn’t even be this high. It’s a bit disorderly and dishonest to raise the price again after we’ve agreed."
The scar-faced man sneered, "Are you trying to take
for a fool? That motherfucker, dodging bullets - is that soone skilled? Sounds more like a freak to !"
The masked man’s face drastically changed. Without the mask, you would see the shock all over his face. "What are you talking about? The guy can dodge bullets? Are you joking with ?"
"Why would I joke about this kind of thing?" the scar-faced man countered, "People die for money, and birds die for food. I’m a desperado. I don’t plan on giving up on this job, but trying to kill that woman again is like playing with my life. If it weren’t for my quick reflexes today, I might already be dead. To cut it short - three million. Not a cent less."
The masked man frowned, "Three million is too high, totally unjustifiable."
"Then, I can’t help you." The scar-faced man was very decisive.
Previously when he went to kill the target, he almost lost his life to that freak. A re million wasn’t enough to risk his life for.
Seeing Scarface’s determination, the masked man hesitated for a mont, then said, "Okay, but three million is the absolute limit. No matter what happens in the future, I won’t be able to give you any more."
"Okay, three million then." Scarface nodded, adding, "You will need to give
more upfront."
"That’s not happening," the masked man said, "The advance paynt is only half a million. After the job is done, I’ll give you the remaining two and a half million. I can’t give you more."
Scarface frowned and countered, "You don’t have to give it to , but I need to see your face. If you don’t pay after the job, where the hell am I going to find you to get my money?"
The masked man knew that unless he took off his mask, Scarface wouldn’t agree. Unwillingly, he took off his mask, but quickly put it back on.
Scarface chuckled, "Okay, I’ll deal with this matter promptly."
...
That night, in a certain villa.
After making a phone call, Ji Yonghao walked out of the villa and summoned several of his n.
At first, he had thought that hitting a street vendor wouldn’t be a big deal and might not be found out, and clearing his traces was simply a preventative asure.
But today soone suddenly reported it to the police, and soone even noted his license plate number. He had no choice but to complete the follow-up work, annihilating the last trace of evidence.
"Second Young Master." Several middle-aged n approached Ji Yonghao.
Ji Yonghao nodded, "Go get the ruined Ferrari out of my garage. I’ve called a truck. You guys tow my car out, get it repaired as soon as possible."
The n nodded and headed towards the garage.
Ji Yonghao gave a cold smile, lit a cigarette, and started waiting in front of the villa, intending to personally see the Ferrari loaded onto the truck.
Earlier when coming back, he had found an identical car and swapped its license plate. He also managed to ddle with the police investigation.
However, he knew this was not a permanent solution. The VIN and engine number of the car wouldn’t match the ones on the vehicle registration, which wouldn’t stand the scrutiny of a thorough investigation.
Soon, a Ferrari with a broken front drove out slowly.
At the sa ti, the villa’s gate slowly opened, and a large truck with a container attached backed into the courtyard.
"Load it up," Ji Yonghao ordered. "I’ve inford the repair shop in advance, and they will start work overnight to get my car repaired."
Once the n had driven the Ferrari onto the truck and closed the door of the container, they climbed into the truck.
"Vroom..."
Amid the roar of the engine, the truck drove out of the courtyard.
"You think you can compete with ? You’re too naive," Ji Yonghao said to himself as he watched the truck disappear. He walked back into the villa, "Now it’s ti for my stage. That brat better watch out. I’ll show him what I’m made of."
"Hey, is that a truck? Could it be transporting a car?"
Outside the villa, two young n were squatting by a tree, smoking and chatting.
When they saw a large truck coming in and out of the yard, their eyes lit up.
They were squatting outside the yard, quite close by. They had just heard what seed like the sound of a sports car engine roaring into action from inside the yard.
"Winter lon, you follow them, I’ll stay and keep an eye on things here. If the damaged Ferrari is indeed in the truck, call Brother Zheng imdiately." One of the young n tossed away his cigarette and said with a smile.
Winter lon nodded, then climbed into a van nearby and followed the truck.
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