Chapter 24: Acquisition of Shares

Qin Yu did not expect the other party to be so straightforward.

“I want your shares in the Wang family.”

Since the other party was direct, he decided to be direct as well, to avoid future trouble.

The mention of Wang family shares stunned Qian Wusheng for a moment. He looked at Qin Yu in surprise.

“Shares in the Wang family?...”

The two left the house and saw, under the grape trellis across the way, a reclining chair. They went over to sit there, seeking refuge.

As Yin Shixiu’s injuries gradually improved, his nutritional intake had to keep pace. Eric had specifically hired a nutritionist to prepare meals tailored to Yin Shixiu’s recovery.

It was odd—her husband, who had never smoked, was smoking today. The house was filled with smoke, as if it had caught fire. The ashtray on the coffee table was piled high with cigarette butts.

“Alright, search again later!” Seeing the situation before him, Captain Song was clearly dissatisfied.

Were they so endlessly curious about others’ deepest thoughts, so fond of boundless probing?

Their gazes met. Cheng Taotao’s lips were greasy—she’d eaten chips and probably hadn’t wiped her mouth, even the remnants were stuck to her forehead.

Under everyone’s gaze, Li Dong flew toward the wall and landed atop it in an instant.

In the bustling metropolis of Wangdu City, there was no shortage of wealthy people, but even among them, there were classes. Families like the Mu and Jin families could only be considered third-rate. The Dongfang family, however, ranked a tier above Mu and Jin, and could be considered second-rate.

“Don’t say anything yet. Whatever it is, let’s leave here first.” At some point, Zijin, who had been silent, suddenly appeared by Shiyao’s side, taking a protective stance.

If she died, Ji Yining would be burdened with guilt for a long time. He didn’t want to see her troubled over others.

Such a man deserved a lesson; otherwise, he would never understand his place.

A ghost cannot stray far from its own body. Even if reduced to ashes, it must have some part of itself to anchor to.

It was as if she had touched something disgusting, desperate to wash it clean. Although the thirteenth prince noticed Mo Liang’s expression, with Chu Xuhua present, he dared not act rashly. Even his dislocated arm was left unattended as he hurriedly got up and fled in panic.

Ji Ting’s eyes widened at Luo Yixuan’s words. She quickly took out her phone and sent a text message to Huai Shao’s phone.

Di Baobao’s expression gave nothing away. She picked up the exquisite pouch and handkerchief from the bundle and played with them in her hands.

Mu Mu’s mood instantly brightened, yet the future that awaited him remained unpredictable and full of excitement.

Changsun Changkong spoke word by word. His demeanor was ominous, like a god of slaughter. Suddenly, a golden pillar of light shot up to the heavens, dazzling and blinding, forcing everyone’s eyes shut.

Hei Zi listened, half understanding, yet feeling as if he’d swallowed bitter herbs. He’d only meant to help Pu’er out of goodwill, had done nothing wrong, yet somehow ended up an outcast.

It was already past eleven at night. Most household windows were dark, only a handful still lit. Chu Tianxiong scanned his surroundings and fixed his gaze on a lit window on the fourth floor. He crossed the street again, heading into the residential area behind the nightclub.

At that moment, everyone else had been quietly led out by Eunuch Fu the instant Di Baobao rushed into Gong Shiqin’s arms, leaving only Feng Xuan behind.