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Wen Changming's gloomy face showed even more panic: "Wen Qi, I am your father."

Wen Qi scoffed.

The chill in his eyes was enough to make Wen Changming panic, and he subconsciously took a step back.

He bumped into the chair behind him, stumbled, and fell heavily onto it.

Only then did he suddenly realize the truth—

The Wen Qi before my eyes is truly different.

Wen Changming raised his head, his eyes fixed on Wen Qi's stunningly beautiful and alluring face, a chill running through his heart.

There was also a deep sense of regret.

Yu Wan raised Wen Qi too well. Wen Qi has amazing talent and a learning ability that is even more amazing than that of a genius.

In just one year since she left the Wen family, her growth has been remarkable.

Her ruthlessness far exceeded his expectations.

He secretly regretted it; if he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have let Wen Qi marry Lu Jisheng.

She should be kept firmly locked up in the Wen family.

We must hold her firmly in our hands, preventing her from growing or rebelling.

After a long silence, Wen Changming suppressed his regret and softened his tone, trying to persuade Wen Qi to compromise with another reason: "Tomorrow, your grandfather is returning to China. He has always doted on you since you were a child. As his granddaughter, you should go home to see him."

Now that Wen Qi has gone mad, the only solution is to invoke the old man's name.

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow, her tone languid: "If you want me to go back, I can, but you have to agree to one condition."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Wen Qi leaned back in her chair: "Give me back five percent of the Wen Group's shares."

"...?"

Wen Changming wondered if he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

He came to see Wen Qi today because he wanted to get back 20% of the shares from her.

In the end, they didn't get any shares, and they even had to pay an additional 5% of the shares?

Wen Changming's gaze scrutinized Wen Qi's face.

It's uncertain whether Wen Qi deliberately made this condition to humiliate him and embarrass him.

Wen Qi was not joking at all: "I said, give me five percent of the shares, and I'll go back with you if you agree. Not a penny less."

"Impossible." Wen Changming refused without even thinking.

Having previously taken 5% of the shares from Wen Qi, how could they possibly give them back to Wen Qi so easily now?

Wen Qi shrugged, showing no anger, and spread her hands: "Then there's nothing I can do. If you don't give me shares, I won't go back. Anyway, the Wen family's affairs have nothing to do with me. I can sell the shares I want, and I don't care if you people live or die."

Wen Changming was so angry he almost jumped up and down: "Wen Qi, your grandfather loves you dearly. Now that he's back in the country, you even have to negotiate to see him. Do you have any respect for your elders? Do you have any filial piety at all?"

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow: "I don't care what kind of elder you are, or what kind of filial piety you have. If you don't give me shares, even if the King of Heaven himself comes, I won't go back."

Looking at Wen Qi's nonchalant expression, Wen Changming knew that Wen Qi truly didn't care.

No matter how much I threaten or try to appeal to your emotions, it won't work.

So angry that his vision went black, he almost fell to the ground.

He had lived to such an old age and had never felt so stifled.

The one who had him in control was none other than his daughter, who was not presentable in public!

Wen Changming suddenly stood up, glared at Wen Qi, and said angrily, "Fine, very well, Wen Qi, you'll regret this."

After saying that, he pulled out a chair and stormed off toward the door of the private room.

With a loud bang, the door to the private room was slammed shut.

Wen Qi watched Wen Changming's disheveled departure, a triumphant and relieved smile curving her lips.

She gestured with her chin toward the waiter at the door: "Go, stop him. Don't let him leave until he pays the bill. And while you're at it, pack me five more bottles of red wine, the kind I just drank, the kind that costs 800,000 a bottle."

The waiter nodded quickly and hurried after them.

Following Wen Qi's instructions, they stopped Wen Changming, who was about to leave the restaurant.

Wen Qi picked up her wine glass again, poured herself a glass of red wine, and swirled it in the crystal glass.

She took a small sip; the taste was rich and lingering.

She was in an exceptionally good mood.

She wanted to torment Wen Changming little by little, like a cat catching a mouse, until they broke down bit by bit.

Neither the Wen family nor the Lu family can escape.

Enjoy this wonderful time!

Wen Qi drank the scarlet wine in the crystal glass in one gulp and put the glass down.

She stood up, straightened her haute couture gown, and put on sunglasses to hide the languid look in her eyes.

Stepping out of the private room in her exquisite high heels, the sound of her heels clicking on the floor was crisp and rhythmic.

It possesses a powerful aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Stepping out of the elevator, Wen Qi saw a familiar figure and smiled.

Wen Changming was standing next to the front desk, his face ashen, and he hadn't left yet.

Upon seeing Wen Qi, Wen Changming angrily charged towards her, demanding, "Wen Qi, what exactly do you want?"

Wen Qi stopped in her tracks, her tone languid: "Old Deng, if you keep barking like a dog here, it won't be as simple as just packing up five bottles of wine."

Wen Changming trembled with rage: "That's a bottle of red wine that costs 800,000 yuan."

Wen Qi shrugged: "So what? The chairman of the prestigious Wen Group can't even afford a few bottles of wine?"

"You...you shouldn't push your luck." Wen Changming took two steps forward, his finger almost poking Wen Qi's face.

Wen Qi's eyes turned cold.

She raised her hand and grabbed the finger that Wen Changming was pointing at her with.

Her face still wore a bright smile, but her eyes held no warmth whatsoever.

Gradually increase the pressure in your hands, slowly prying it backward.

She parted her red lips slightly and said softly, "I really dislike being pointed at."

"Ah—Wen Qi, let go, it hurts, let go now!" Wen Changming screamed instantly, his fingers were being twisted painfully by Wen Qi.

A sharp pain shot through his bones, and despite his desperate struggles, he couldn't break free from Wen Qi's grasp.

Wen Qi's strength is astonishing.

A cold glint flashed in Wen Qi's eyes, and she suddenly exerted force on her hand.

There was a crisp "crack" sound.

Wen Changming's fingers were forcibly bent into an odd angle, turning straight down.

The intense pain caused Wen Changming's vision to go black, and he almost fainted from the pain.

His forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat, and his screams drew the attention of everyone in the hall.

Wen Qi let go of her hand, walked to the counter, picked up a clean tissue, and slowly wiped her hands.

After wiping her hands, she looked up and said to the waiter beside her, "Store all two rows of red wine for me. Also, store twenty more bottles of that kind of wine that costs 800,000 yuan a bottle. All the expenses will be paid by Mr. Wen."

The waiter was very perceptive and respectfully replied, "Yes, Ms. Wen, I'll process the order right away and make sure it's done."

After saying that, he hurriedly took the form and went to complete the storage procedures.