As Chen Qimeng was about to take the contract, Yi Haizhou panicked and hastily pulled his hand back.
Chen Qimeng’s hand hung in mid-air as she asked suspiciously, "Boss Yi? Is... is there a problem?"
After how smoothly things had gone earlier, surely Boss Yi wasn’t suddenly backing out?
Of course, Chen Qimeng had no idea.
At this moment, Yi Haizhou was consumed with unease after hearing Lin Yu’s casual remarks.
Don’t sign… absolutely must not sign…
What if what that kid said was true?
Wouldn’t that mean one financial pitfall turning into an even bigger one?
Frantically racking his brain, he blurted out the first excuse he could think of, regardless of how plausible it sounded.
"Heh, of course there’s no problem with the collaboration!"
"I almost forgot—just yesterday, my boss mentioned that regarding the flower procurement deal…"
"We need to increase the order by 30%!"
"Look at my memory! I rushed over in such a hurry after your call."
"The additional details weren’t written into the contract, so I’ll have to go back and revise it."
"So we’ll have to… wait until next time I come to sign!"
After saying this, Yi Haizhou let out a long breath.
Close call.
Thankfully, he’d reacted quickly enough, and the excuse was just barely passable.
With Chen Qimeng’s emotional intelligence, she probably wouldn’t suspect a thing.
[Ding!]
[The grand plan to protect the sect and slay the demonic leader has achieved a phased victory. The sect’s base is now secure. Host, continue to uphold the sect’s prestige and completely eradicate the severely wounded demonic leader!]
[Reward: 100 Sect Contribution Points, 200 Spirit Stones]
[Current Data:]
[Sect Contribution Points: 300]
[Spirit Stones: 1570]
Hearing the system’s notification, Lin Yu inwardly rejoiced.
The sect’s base was no longer in danger.
This meant that thanks to Lin Yu’s display of financial power and veiled threats,
Aunt Qimeng wouldn’t be reduced to selling her house to repay debts or driven to suicide.
As for the mission not being fully completed yet—
It indicated that Yi Haizhou and He Jing still had further schemes in store.
"Really? An additional 30%?"
"That’s amazing! Boss Yi, thank you so much for your generosity!"
Far from being suspicious, Chen Qimeng was overjoyed at Yi Haizhou’s words.
A full 30% increase!
That meant her net profits would skyrocket.
Lin Yu sighed inwardly: "..."
Qimeng, what would you do without me?
You’re being sold off and still happily counting the money for them!
Even so, Lin Yu had to play along enthusiastically.
"This is incredible news! Absolutely fantastic!"
"Boss Yi, then we really can’t sign today."
"Such a major change must be clearly stated in the contract."
"Next week—we’ll wait for you next week. Thank you, Boss Yi!"
Wiping sweat from his forehead, Yi Haizhou forced a composed smile.
"Not at all, not at all. Your shop has excellent credibility. It’s only right to support you."
Thank goodness.
That lucky idiot kid didn’t seem suspicious either.
For now, he’d managed to stall. He’d figure out another plan later.
"Aunt Qimeng, since Boss Yi is giving us such a huge order…"
"Shouldn’t we… show our appreciation?"
At Lin Yu’s hint, Chen Qimeng immediately caught on.
"Right, right! I’ll go pick out a bouquet for Boss Yi!"
Yi Haizhou awkwardly tried to refuse.
"Me? There’s really no need!"
Of course, Lin Yu didn’t actually want to "thank" Yi Haizhou.
This was just an excuse to temporarily send Chen Qimeng away.
The real "battlefield" would now revolve around the three of them!
Lin Yu turned a warm, suggestive gaze toward He Jing.
"Jing-jie, I should thank you too today."
"After Aunt Qimeng picks the flowers, I’ll… personally wrap a bouquet for you."
He Jing was caught off guard by Lin Yu’s sudden flirtatious tone.
"Thank me? But I didn’t really do anything."
Lin Yu scratched his head like a bashful schoolboy.
"To me, you’ve done a lot."
"Thanks to you telling me Boss Yi was coming, I got the chance to help Aunt Qimeng."
"And if you liked today’s meal, I’ll bring more in the future—whenever you want."
"Let’s… keep in touch on WeChat later?"
He Jing: "!!!"
Was this little hottie really saying such bold things behind Chen Qimeng’s back?
If they were alone, He Jing might’ve already started getting frisky.
But now… wasn’t the time.
This subtly suggestive talk terrified He Jing.
Old Yi was standing right there listening!
His face had turned completely green!
"Heh, hehe."
"I’m your aunt’s good friend. No need to thank me for such small things."
"Let’s stay in touch. If you ever need help at school, just ask Jing-jie. I’ll always be there."
He Jing replied in the most neutral tone possible.
Lin Yu didn’t push further.
For now, he only needed to plant a seed of doubt.
Soon enough, it would take root, grow, and bear fruit.
......
Not long after Boss Yi left,
He Jing naturally found an excuse to leave as well.
She drove to a park parking lot one street over.
This was where the two of them always regrouped after meeting at Chen Qimeng’s flower shop.
When there were few people around,
They’d sometimes "service the car" and "perform maintenance."
Today, there weren’t many pedestrians.
Too bad it wasn’t a good day for plowing fields.
After parking, He Jing slid into the passenger seat of Yi Haizhou’s car in the farthest corner.
"What the hell is going on now?"
"Wasn’t everything planned out perfectly?"
"Why the fuck did you drag that little novelist punk into this?"
"Are we scamming Chen Qimeng or scamming me now?"
"Did you enjoy watching me make a fool of myself back there?"
The moment she got in the car, Yi Haizhou exploded at her.
Before leaving the flower shop,
He’d heard everything clearly—
Lin Yu had only shown up at the shop because He Jing tipped him off.
Then coincidentally pulled out a huge sum to solve the rent issue.
Then coincidentally knew flower suppliers and had procurement channels.
And then there was the way Lin Yu and He Jing had been eye-fucking each other…
They weren’t even trying to hide it anymore!
The more Yi Haizhou thought about it, the angrier he got. He felt like a shell was growing on his back!
Looking at this furious, middle-aged loser, He Jing was filled with disgust.
Back then, she’d thought he was a golden goose and reeled him in.
Turns out,
After squeezing out a few coins, he was still just a regular turtle.
Crossing her arms over her ample chest, He Jing replied coldly and confidently:
"Are you done yelling? Did you leave your brain at home?"
"Even Chen Qimeng didn’t know Lin Yu had that much money—how the hell would I?"
"Today was just bad luck! Is your head full of shit?"
"Without me quietly setting this up, would you even have such a perfect money-making target?"
"If you want to turn things around, watch your damn tone!"
Yi Haizhou’s face burned red with rage.
But after He Jing’s scolding,
He didn’t dare keep shouting.
She was right.
Without her help, this whole scheme would’ve been impossible.
If he pissed her off and she abandoned him,
He’d be ruined for life!
"Jing-jie, I was just stressed, don’t be mad."
"I just love you too much, afraid of losing you."
"Hearing that brat say he’s in touch with you—I was scared you’d dump me for some young meat."
As he spoke, Yi Haizhou tried to pull He Jing into an embrace.
This cowering, spineless demeanor filled He Jing with disgust, and she immediately shied away.
Yi Haizhou was spouting nonsense again—blurting out the harsh truth!
If she wasn’t going for fresh grass, would she settle for his dried-up, withered old weed?
He Jing snapped angrily:
"Shut up! Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth."
"You’d even suspect me with a kid—what does that say about how you see me?"
Yi Haizhou: "That’s not what I meant—"
"Ding-dong-dong, ding-dong-dong!"
"..."
Mid-conversation,
the ringtone of He Jing’s phone cut Yi Haizhou off.
Her heart tightened.
No way…
The car’s interior was cramped.
If she tried to hide while answering, it’d only make her look guilty.
With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone—the caller ID glaring back at her:
Little hottie, Lin Yu!
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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.
