Han Xiong was a bit older than the few old men.
The Han Family was the leader in the industry.
It wasn't too much for the old men to call him "Big Xiong."
Only those old men who were very close to him dared to address him this way.
They were childhood friends who had grown up together.
All of them were very old now.
To put it crudely, they were just old men with one foot in the grave.
As for matters of address, they didn't pay much attention to them.
What they cared more about was securing benefits for their juniors.
"Gentlemen, I must apologize deeply," Han Xiong said, gesturing with his hands.
He tried to mask the apology on his face with a smile.
This old man's expression was extremely grim.
Apology?
Yeah, right. I believe you, you old scoundrel, are really wicked.
"This Lin Fan isn't someone with a strong background or lineage; it's just that I have a good impression of him," Han Xiong noted, sensing the subtle change in the atmosphere around them.
The old men's faces turned green.
"Old Han, we were here first!"
"You're not treating us like brothers! You said your granddaughter was hard to marry off, and without a word, we hurried over early in the morning, staying until now to help ease your worries."
"Do you feel any guilt towards us?"
Han Xiong thought for a moment, then laughed, "This isn't my fault. Haven't you heard my precious granddaughter say it herself?"
"She specifically mentioned wanting to meet that young man named Lin Fan."
"You all know my granddaughter's temper; once she sets her mind on something, not even nine bulls can pull her back. I— I had no choice!"
As he spoke, Han Xiong's tone was filled with helplessness.
He was just stating the facts, right?
If you have the ability, send your juniors to come and compete!
Whoever can win is the one with the skill.
I, Han Xiong, would support it with both hands and feet!
The old men understood that Han Xiong was playing dirty.
He was sly and cunning.
His character was despicable.
His morals were despicable.
But the problem arose again.
If their own juniors were competent,
would they need these old men to personally come and act as matchmakers?
Heavens!
Relying on them, they might not even have food to eat.
But the old men weren't convinced!
They had spoken for a long time.
Yet, Han Zhiqi's arrival with just one sentence
had negated all their previous efforts.
Was that right?
It wasn't!
"It's not like it has to be settled in one go! There's still a chance," Han Xiong said, not wanting to dishearten his old friends.
The old men exchanged glances.
They knew this was just old Han Xiong speaking nicely.
They listened and laughed.
Your mouth almost split to your ears just now.
And you say there's still a chance.
I bet once the guy comes tonight,
you won't give him any chance to slip away.
What a damn misfortune.
After comforting the group a bit more,
in a flash, Han Xiong quickly moved to a quieter spot.
He personally dialed Lin Fan's number.
Soon, the call was answered,
and Lin Fan's confused voice came through the phone.
"Mr. Han, what can I do for you?"
Han Xiong chuckled, "Young Lin, come over to the old man's house for dinner tonight."
Lin Fan was at a loss.
What?
Go to the Han Family's house for dinner?
Lin Fan was completely puzzled.
"Mr. Han, there's no need for dinner. I'll have someone deliver some supplements to you instead."
"You, young man, what supplements! The old man's house is not lacking in those. It's a festive occasion, and the old man just wants someone to have a meal with. Is that not allowed?"
"It's not that it's not allowed, but I might be a bit..." Lin Fan's tone was cautious.
Han Xiong no longer concealed his intentions. "The main reason I'm calling you over is because of Zhiqi's matter."
Lin Fan frowned, thinking about the several rejections he had faced recently.
This time, he felt relieved.
Instead of rushing like a little puppy at the mention of a goddess,
he stayed calm.
After all, he was the Dragon King, not a puppy.
Did he, the Dragon King, not have any dignity?
"Mr. Han, these days I've come to understand that a twisted melon doesn't taste sweet. I have affection, she has none. Even if you were to mediate, we probably wouldn't end up together."
Being a woman's lapdog?
How undignified.
Not that being a lapdog itself is undignified.
But being a lapdog until the end and getting nothing in return...
It's not worth it.
She won't even let you touch her.
Lin Fan had come to terms with it.
Hehehe—just a goddess.
There are plenty in Magic City.
With some effort, I, Lin Fan, can find one too.
Besides,
Lin Fan didn't have any interest in that these days.
"Who says Zhiqi doesn't have that kind of feeling?" Han Xiong was anxious.
Lin Fan was confused.
A series of question marks appeared in his mind.
???
Han Xiong's reaction was quick.
"I can see that she has those feelings, which is why I invited you tonight. Her parents will also be at home. The elders will all be there, and I, though old, still have some face."
In that moment,
boom boom boom—
Lin Fan's heartbeat accelerated.
Han Zhiqi's parents would be there?
And Han Xiong himself had promised
to mediate.
Even if he couldn't quickly win Han Zhiqi over,
it would be a gradual process.
It could be done.
Moreover, the Han Family was one of the four great families in Magic City.
In some aspects,
the Han Family was much more favorable than the other three great families.
Lin Fan first shyly laughed.
Then, he engaged in some roundabout conversation with Han Xiong.
I, the Dragon King, am also a man of principles, okay?
Just now, I rejected, and now I'm in.
Don't I have any dignity?
Han Xiong was an old fox, and he saw through but didn't say it.
Under the common understanding,
the matter was quickly settled.
Both were extremely pleased!
"There's no need to bring anything tonight, Young Lin. Just come yourself, and treat this as your own home."
"How could that be possible? Mr. Han, you are like my grandfather. Even when returning home, one must follow certain courtesies. I have a sense of propriety, and the gifts don't need to be too expensive; they are just my token of appreciation."
"Hahaha—good, good. It's up to you to arrange it."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
