"Had it been the ancient times, he would have been the emperor, even now, he is a king without a crown. This is what his name, Jun Huang, truly signifies." Feiyu wore an immeasurably proud expression.

Ye Lu was left dumbstruck, so ThirdYoung Master Jun was a law unto himself?

This was such an outrageous level of arrogance, she refused to believe that he could continue in such a manner.

"I am no longer an ordinary person, my child is not in his hands anymore. He can dream about using such despicable tactics to make me submit."

Striding forth, full of anger, Ye Lu vowed that this time, she will not bow to this man, not at all.

ThirdYoung Master Jun was in the room.

The same room where he tormented her last time.

Walking in, Ye Lu’s face darkened further. Choosing this place for negotiations, the intention to humiliate was all too clear.

The room was ominously dark, with most of the curtains drawn. Even with the sunlight streaming in, everything was bleak. The oppressive atmosphere was enough to induce an illusion of palpable terror.

Ye Lu hated this kind of feeling. It was like an inescapable cage that involuntarily reminded her of the times she was pinned under him, violated, subjected to pain and unable to resist.

She swallowed down her emotions, insisting that she could not afford to fear him anymore. This would only put her in a disadvantage during the negotiations.

Taking a deep breath, she then coldly addressed the man sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, uncertain whether he was asleep or merely feigning it.

"ThirdYoung Master Jun, your attack on Yaxing’s stocks is meaningless. Please, refrain from such petty behavior."

Her icy words echoed around the room.

Only after a while did ThirdYoung Master Jun reluctantly open his eyes. As soon as he did, Ye Lu was sucked into his abyss-like eyes, prompting an involuntary shiver and a backward step from her.

"It seems becoming Young Mistress Shang has bolstered your confidence. You even dare to challenge me so openly! Impressive." His tone was dripping with sarcasm, while he lazily reclined on the sofa, shifting slightly.

As he moved, Ye LU noticed his arm in a white plaster cast, draped under his suit jacket. Despite his injury, he still emanated an intimidating and threatening aura, showing not a shred of weakness.

"You got injured?" She remembered the message she received from Feiyu, stating that he had been shot.

It was hard to believe that such an indomitable man could be hurt.

"Are you worried about me?" ThirdYoung Master Jun looked at her.

"Ha, I just regret that you didn’t die. Why didn’t the bullet hit your head? If it had killed you, the shooter would have done the world a favor." Ye Lu smirked.

Seeing a swift flash of astonishment and pallor on ThirdYoung Master Jun’s face, she paused, then jeered again.

"You wish for my death that badly? Too bad, you’ll be disappointed. Haven’t you heard that good people die young, while the wicked live on? Heaven spared me, a scourge, just to torment virtuous souls like you."

While he said this, he could still hear her words echoing in his ears— ’I just regret that you didn’t die.’ His heart was pierced deep by her words, causing a queer dull pain and an irrepressible fury.

He was hurt because of her, but she wished him dead.

"What exactly do you want? ThirdYoung Master Jun, name your terms! If they aren’t unreasonable, I’ll consider them!" Ye Lu’s patience had reached its limit, neither did she want to stay for too long in the same room as this dangerous man.

Although she brought her bodyguards and had the police on standby, she still felt, subconsciously, that this man was very dangerous and she had to guard against him closely.

"Terms?"

ThirdYoung Master Jun stood up abruptly, took long strides towards her forcing her to the wall, step by step.