Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

"what!"

The girl screamed and shrank into Qin Jian's arms, her face full of fear and unease: "Mr. Qin."

Retracting his foot, Cheng Xihe walked over expressionlessly.

"What are you doing!"

The sharp sound still lingered in the air when a hand with distinct knuckles gripped the girl's shoulder tightly and pulled her out.

"Bang!"

The girl fell to the ground, her clothes disheveled: "Mr. Qin..."

"Cheng Xihe, what are you doing!"

Qin Jian glared angrily at Cheng Xihe, her expression fierce.

There was no fear or panic about her affair being exposed.

Cheng Xihe's eyes were icy, and his voice was extremely low, brooking no argument: "Get out!"

"you……"

"roll!"

The girl was intimidated by her imposing manner. She glanced at Qin Jian tremblingly, looking pitiful with tears welling up in her eyes: "President Qin..."

"go out."

The girl hurriedly got up, grabbed nothing, and left without looking back.

Back in the office, she saw everyone looking at her with gossipy eyes.

The girl lowered her head, pulled her clothes together, and ran away crying.

Cheng Xihe turned around, straightened his clothes, and walked to Qin Jian with a cold face, casually sitting down on the large mahogany table.

She lowered her eyes, picked up an ornament from the table and fiddled with it, her voice completely flat: "Mr. Qin, you're in quite the mood, playing around in your office."

Qin Jian flicked his sleeve, spilling coffee all over the floor: "What are you trying to do? What are you doing?!"

"If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that President Qin enjoys having fun so much."

"Thump!"

Qin Jian's face flushed with anger: "What's it to you?!"

I was just feeling all excited, but now the flush has completely gone, and I feel utterly dejected.

The ornament in his hand made a dull thud on the ground. Cheng Xihe scoffed, "Xiaxia was with me yesterday, how come she suddenly disappeared last night and went back to the Qin family?"

"She's homesick, but what's wrong with going home?" Qin Jian understood Cheng Xihe's purpose, leaned back in the leather chair, and relaxed completely.

Having a purpose makes things easier.

Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow: "Tell me your purpose."

"No rush."

Qin Jian took out a box from the drawer, pulled out a cigar, lit it, and said with a playful expression, "Xi He, you don't even go home. If the family needs help, it's naturally Qin Shengxia who goes."

"What, you're already reluctant to part with Qin Ruosu now?" Cheng Xihe looked at Qin Jian with cold eyes.

"How could that be?" Qin Jian said frankly, "Every one of my daughters is useful. Qin Ruosu is already with Su Wenjie."

Taking it out now is useless; you only have to choose between it and Qin Shengxia.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, Qin Jian still had a smile on his face: "Just take whatever you want, and Xiaxia will have to go home obediently."

"You really are vicious."

Cheng Xihe chuckled softly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "Qin Jian, do you still consider us your daughters?"

"My daughter is nothing more than a tool for me to climb the social ladder."

"My Qin family must become the richest family! Even if we can't, we must establish a firm foothold in City A!" Qin Jian's ambition was very obvious.

Cheng Xihe watched his performance indifferently, taking in his every expression: "I know your purpose. The company is finished, isn't it?"

Using your mother's belongings as leverage to force Xiaxia to come home, and to force me to come home too—that's your goal, isn't it?

With such tight finances, you still dare to give your mistress a supplementary card to spend her money?

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Qin Jian wore a smug smile: "Besides, I'm not as short of money as you think."

If the three daughters are used wisely and arranged for marriages with the three families, the Qin family can rise to a higher level.

"Oh!"

Cheng Xihe's lips curled into a cold smile. "What if this 'starved camel' is stripped bare, and all its dirty secrets are exposed?"

Qin Jian's pupils suddenly contracted, then relaxed: "It's normal for men to be promiscuous. Your man will be the same after you get married. What's the point of trying to control him?"

"Wow, if Zhang Zhiyue knew you were cheating, if the Zhang family knew you were cheating, I wonder if the Qin family would still be around."

Cheng Xihe pulled up a chair and sat down, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at Qin Jian with cold eyes.

Her gaze was like a knife, lingering on every subtle detail of Qin Jian's face, observing his expression.

"you!"

Qin Jian lowered his voice, suppressing his anger: "Cheng Xihe, what exactly do you want?"

"It's very simple."

Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow: "Promise me what you asked for last time."

"What are the conditions?"

Qin Jian pretended to be stupid and refused to say anything.

"Do I have to remind you? The large apartment in 'Meishan Garden' in the east of the city, Xiaxia and I each paid 20 million. Return our belongings."

Cheng Xihe chuckled: "If you agree, I'll attend the banquet."

"You're asking for too much."

Qin Jian refused without hesitation: "Just the fact that I cheated on him makes me give up so many things. It's not worth it."

"Besides these, there's more."

Cheng Xihe lowered his voice: "For example, the shipment of goods that were detained overseas."

"you!"

Qin Jian was still struggling: "Cheng Xihe, don't think that these things can threaten me."

Furthermore, what proof do you have that I cheated on you?

"You can give it a try."

Cheng Xihe smiled and said, "I have plenty of leverage over you, President Qin. It's up to you whether you can handle it."

"You, you dare threaten me? I'm your father!" Qin Jian gasped for breath, his earlier composure gone.

He even stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.

Cheng Xihe chuckled: "Just tell me, will you agree or not?"

With his reputation and interests threatened, Qin Jian dared not refuse.

The air seemed to freeze, and a moment of silence fell.

Cheng Xihe remained silent, looking at Qin Jian with disdain.

"good……"

After a long silence, Qin Jian's voice finally rang out, filled with resentment, "I'll have the lawyer process the paperwork for the house as soon as possible."

"Where's the money?"

Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

With a heavy sigh, Qin Jian's voice sounded weak: "Forty million is no small sum. It will arrive within a week."

"It's just forty million. Don't you still have ninety million in cash flow?" Cheng Xihe chuckled, looking at him.

Qin Jian was terrified.

This daughter is indeed extraordinary.

They even knew their own cash flow in great detail.

"Alright, three days, the house will be transferred and the funds will be in your account. That should be easy for you, right?"

"I need to see legally binding documents in three more days, or I'll destroy your entire Qin family."

"OK!"

Qin Jian forced out a single word through gritted teeth.

"Let Xiaxia go. She'll be living with me starting today. Don't try to threaten her with our mother's belongings."

Cheng Xihe made the request again.

This time, Qin Jian did not agree: "I cannot return your mother's belongings to you."

Unless you can get in touch with the heads of the Bai, Qiu, Su, or even Yan families.

"If you can do that, I'll return all of your mother's belongings to you!"

"OK!"

Cheng Xihe agreed without hesitation: "In that case, I'll go back to the Qin family later and pick Xiaxia up."

"You promised me, you better keep your word." Qin Jian glared at Cheng Xihe resentfully.

Standing up, Cheng Xihe glanced at him and said, "I keep my word and never lie."

"That would be best."

Cheng Xihe scoffed and turned to leave Qin Jian's office...