Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“No, no, no,” Liao Qiulong hurriedly said. “Mr. Nian, you have no idea. I stupidly let her get into my head. Jiang Qifei said that her daughter and you were childhood sweethearts and that when you two broke up, her daughter would become your wife. I was thinking that if that really happened, I’d become your relative, right? But, but… She fooled me…”

Luosang felt speechless. Back then, Jiang Qifei had still been his mistress. Relatives? So disgusting.

Nian Junting sat back down, lifted the lid off his teacup, then picked up the cup and took a sip of the tea.

Liao Qiulong gave a bitter smile and said, “Mr. Nian, I won’t beg you for anything else, but please, stop doing this. My company has suffered a great loss. I’ll get that thing for you, then we’ll call it even. We’re all businessmen, after all. There’s no need for us to make things ugly. We can work together in the future. We, Qifeng Holdings, are planning to expand our business to Southeast Asia…”

“Cut the crap. In three days, deliver that thing to me, by any means. If it’s destroyed, you’ll be taking all the consequences,” said Nian Junting expressionlessly. “Mr. Liao, I believe that you don’t want to fall back to the bottom, since you’ve spent dozens of years climbing to the top. Even if you wanted to start over, you wouldn’t have the strength to do it. As for your sons… Even though you’ve given them fifty percent of your assets… I mean, seriously, they’re failures. They’ve failed in the education and real estate industries. I don’t think you can rely on them when you’re older.”

“Mr. Nian, you’re right.” To Liao Qiulong’s surprise, Nian Junting had done a thorough background check on his sons, as well. Cold sweat began oozing out of his back.

Nian Junting was indirectly warning him that if he didn’t do what he asked, he would destroy his sons, too.

“Since we’ve made it clear enough, let’s head back. We’re not close enough to have dinner together.” Nian Junting told Liao Qiulong to leave.

“Sure.” Liao Qiulong didn’t want to have dinner with him, either.

When he walked to the door, Nian Junting suddenly added, “Ah, I almost forgot to tell you that last time, Jiang Qifei had an accident in that parking lot because I informed your ex-wife about her. Later, she was robbed on her way back. The robber worked for me too. I have those photos now.”

Liao Qiulong was stunned. He had suspected that before. However, after it had happened, Wang Ping had a big fight with him, and Jiang Qifei was injured, so he impatiently got a divorce. “Mr. Nian, you—”

“What? Are you going to hit me because I hurt your woman?” Nian Junting clenched his fists and cracked his fingers, then said, “You can try, but you’re old. How many punches can you take? I nearly forgot to tell you that I used to be a special-forces soldier.”

“How dare I?” Liao Qiulong had no choice but to restrain his anger forcibly.

“As long as you’re aware of that.” Nian Junting nodded. “I said all this to you just to remind you that if you told Jiang Qifei that I already knew about this, she could figure out that I had something to do with the accident that happened in that parking lot. In that case, she might not give that thing to you, since she have a grudge against me.”

“Mr. Nian, don’t you worry about that. No matter what way, I will make her give that thing to me,” Liao Qiulong promised again before he left.

“Are you sure that Liao Qiulong can get it?” Luosang started talking when it was only her and Nian Junting left in the room.

“If he can’t get it, do you think he’ll let Jiang Qifei get away with it?” Nian Junting put an arm around her. The corners of his lip turned up in a cold smile.

Luosang paused briefly, feeling that he was right.