e, Wang Zheng then poured the two bottles of wine onto the ground in front of the tree."Don't just cry, tell your dad something," Wang Zheng stepped back and patted Sheng Fei who was crying with tears...Chapter 834: Betrayed by Relatives

Hearing Ningxia's anxious voice, Wang Zheng smiled lightly and said, "I still have some matters in the capital that I need to attend to."

In reality, Wang Zheng had already realized that maintaining a slight distance from Ningxia would be beneficial for their relationship. Therefore, he chose to leave as he wanted to give Ningxia space since their recent progress was too fast.

"You're in such a hurry" Ningxia's tone carried a hint of disappointment.

"Don't worry, I might come to see you again after some time." Wang Zheng smiled faintly: "Within three days, I will have the interior decorators find you in沛州, and you'll be fully responsible for the decoration plans."

"Alright, then you must definitely come. When that happens, I will cook a meal for you." At this moment, Ningxia didn't realize how ambiguous her statement was when a girl promises to cook for a guy.

"That's certain," Wang Zheng hung up the call with a smile on his lips as if he had just won a battle.

Pursuing a girl is truly a process of wit and courage. Both intelligence and emotional quotient are necessary. It's often said that business is like war, but romance is where things get most intense!

In a private room at a hotel in the capital, Song Ziyue sat on the sofa with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Holding a teacup in both hands, he seemed lost in thought and didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Sometimes she would glance at her watch, clearly waiting for someone.

At this moment, the compartment door was pushed open; a woman and seven men entered. In light of such an impressive entourage, Song Ziyè's slightly furrowed brows were replaced by astonishment.

"Seastar, how is it you" Song Ziyè never expected that the one entering would be her own younger sister—Song Haisi.

Song Haisi walked to sit on the opposite side and sneered coldly: "Sister, why couldn't it possibly be me"

Song Ziyè retracted her expression of astonishment, looking at Song Haisi's eyes with a calm voice: "I've thought through many possibilities but never imagined that you would be the one causing this outcome."

"Sister, there are still plenty of things you can't imagine. You’re always high up and unreachable; I’m lowly as dust in comparison. Compared to you, my sister, I am literally nothing. If I don’t do something to catch your attention, you might completely forget about me."

Today, Song Haisi wore a snowy white down jacket, tight leather pants, and long boots. Her shoulder-length hair was loose, making her look youthful and beautiful with an excellent figure; however, there was also a slightly unnerving feminine softness in the air around her.

Song Ziyè had shone since childhood, known as the capital's first beauty, with countless men pursuing her. Growing up alongside such a sister, even if Song Haisi excelled in many ways, all of her own light was overshadowed by her sister’s brilliance, and she was ignored.

Song Haisi had always been proud and arrogant, naturally unwilling to yield to anyone; out of jealousy, her resentment towards Song Ziyè only grew stronger. However, there was nothing she could do since Song Ziyè was simply too excellent, being nearly perfect in both appearance and intelligence. No matter how much Song Haisi tried to catch up, it was impossible for her to match.

Worst of all, Song Hailian had thought she would marry Su Tianran and become the wife of the first scion in the capital. However, to her dismay, Su Tianran insisted on breaking off their engagement, even going so far as to break ties with his family over it. No one—not even Old Grandpa Su—could stop him.

This was a huge blow for Song Hailian. Those who knew the inside story were all laughing at her behind her back, and this news made her the talk of the town in the capital.

Song Hailian’s personality was already quite obsessive to begin with; now she had become completely fixated. She had decided that no matter what, she would do something to make the family see how great she was—and prove that she could outshine Song Ziyue, her sister who she had never been willing to concede to.

Entering alongside Song Hailian were six burly men and a foreign man. All of them had blond hair and blue eyes, while the man in the middle, with his hooked nose and gold-framed glasses, looked very scholarly—knowledgeable, even. However, their gaze toward Song Ziyue was far from friendly; it seemed like they were looking at prey that was about to be cornered.

Song Ziyue gave a cold laugh and said, "My dear sister—if I’m not mistaken, the man beside you is one of Europe’s Alpine Investment Bank’s investment experts."

"Miss Song Ziyue, I’ve heard much about your reputation. It’s an honor to meet you. You can call me Mike." To everyone’s surprise, the blond-haired man spoke fluent Chinese—though he didn’t sound particularly respectful and often sized up Song Ziyue’s figure with his eyes, which was rather uncomfortable. Wang Zheng would probably be cursing again if he were here.

Song Ziyue gave a cold laugh and said, "I’m afraid it’s the other way around."

The blond-haired man named Mike didn’t seem to care: “Miss Song Ziyue, what do you think of our Alpine Bank’s acquisition of Qiao Chuannan”

Song Ziyue gave a cold smile and said, "I’m sorry, but I have no interest in this matter. However, I am interested in how you plan to acquire Qiao Chuannan from me—I don’t sell it."

"So domineering! As expected of the renowned Miss Song Ziyè. The phrase 'I don't sell, who will buy' has only ignited my competitive spirit."

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled slightly, exuding an air of complete control.

"Then I'll have to see how you plan on proceeding," said Song Ziyè in a calm voice, lacking any significant emotion.

"We apologize; we do not like strong-arming people into transactions. If it weren't absolutely necessary, we wouldn't resort to such methods." The blond man shrugged his shoulders.

"So you're planning on forcing the sale" A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Song Ziyè's mouth; those who knew her well could tell that she was truly furious.

"Hasn't Miss Song noticed any hints from recent events" Mike said with a smug expression.

"I have," replied Song Ziyè coldly. "That's why I'm sitting here, and this is the reason for my presence."

"Indeed! Recently, Qiao Chuannan’s subsidiary brands launched but faced opposition, and even the stock price of Qiao Chuannan itself suffered a heavy blow, experiencing an unprecedented winter with over ten percent decline in its value. This caused Miss Song's wealth to drastically縮水，甚至一些負麵新聞也被相繼報道。當然，宋小姐還不知道的是，我手裡還有一些更知名的新聞冇有釋出出來。如果這些訊息被公開，對於俏川南來說將是致命打擊，而這是你我都無法接受的局麵。”

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請注意，翻譯中"財富大量縮水"部分已經直接譯為"drastically縮水"以保持原意，並非完整英文表達習慣。請根據上下文調整。er, at this moment, Wang Dashashou was somewhat regretful and felt wronged. He was such an upright young man, yet he had been treated like a troublemaker, uh, no, a disruptor; alright, these two terms...