Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1345 - 1330: Pants Ruined

"Look at your sister."

Song Yun really wasn’t interested in this woman who always inexplicably wanted to fight him. He liked pure women, not this kind of half-man, half-woman. But this woman seemed to have made it a mission to go up against him.

Having too much luck with women can be a hassle!

Song Yun sighed.

"Hmph!"

Wen Ting snorted coldly, glanced at Wen Changlin who was discussing something with Shen Yan, twisted her waist, and directly kicked Song Yun under the table.

Song Yun’s senses were incredibly sharp; as soon as there was movement below, Song Yun felt it.

"Oh, this is too much!"

Song Yun swiftly moved his leg forward, releasing his flip-flops with ease, and extended his bare long leg towards Wen Ting’s thigh.

Wen Ting’s legs were clearly not as long as Song Yun’s; Song Yun’s leg was pressing against Wen Ting’s thigh, keeping her foot from getting close to him.

"Hmph!"

Song Yun also snorted coldly, exerted force with his thumb and forefinger to clamp Wen Ting’s pants, and then flashed an evil grin.

"You’re done for, sis!"

Song Yun trapped Wen Ting’s pants between his toes and gently pulled them slightly towards himself.

"Oops!"

Wen Ting hadn’t expected Song Yun to be so wicked, using his toes to try and pull off her pants. In a panic, she quickly grabbed her waistband.

"What’s wrong?"

Wen Changlin was discussing matters with Shen Yan when he heard his daughter’s cry, furrowed his brow, and asked.

"Nothing, nothing, just got pricked by a fish bone." Wen Ting replied.

"Oh!"

Wen Changlin nodded, looked at Song Yun, and said, "Song Yun, I’ll finish talking with Shen Yan first, and then we can chat slowly."

"No problem, keep busy!" Song Yun responded with a smile.

When Wen Changlin was engrossed again in negotiations with Shen Yan, Song Yun supported himself on the table, looked at Wen Ting, and winked while tugging with his feet.

"You!!"

Wen Ting held onto her pants with all her might to prevent Song Yun from pulling them down, internally imagining tearing Song Yun into pieces countless times.

"Bastard, trying to take off my pants! Scumbag!"

Wen Ting glared at Song Yun, eyes flaming with anger.

"Well, no matter how you look, it won’t help!" Song Yun pulled cheerfully, Wen Ting clearly wasn’t as strong as Song Yun, so her pants kept slipping downward, and Song Yun certainly wasn’t pulling with all his might, just occasionally yanking them down a bit, allowing Wen Ting to pull them back up, then pulling them down a bit again.

This continued for about a minute.

Song Yun was having the time of his life, but he forgot that some fabrics can’t withstand such tug-of-wars.

Riiiiip.

With a ripping sound, Wen Ting’s pants were torn open by Song Yun, leaving a big hole.

"Shoot!"

Song Yun immediately relaxed his legs and drew them back.

"Ahhhh!"

Wen Ting stood up abruptly. "I’m going to kill you."

"What’s going on!"

Wen Changlin, startled by Wen Ting, turned his head to see her standing up with a big hole on her thigh and exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

"Dad, this pervert tore my pants! I’m going to duel him, a fight to the death!" Wen Ting shouted and charged at Song Yun.

"If I were you, I’d definitely change my pants first."

Song Yun leisurely sat in his seat with a smile looking at Wen Ting.

Originally about to charge at Song Yun, Wen Ting stopped, turned around without a word, and walked away, covering the hole on her pants with both her hands.

"You young folks, playing tricks under the table? Hmph, if anything, do it openly, really. Look, now your pants are torn. Song Yun, honestly, do you have feelings for my daughter?" Wen Changlin asked.

"Absolutely not. If I had feelings for your daughter, I’d take your last name." Song Yun shook his head.

"You tore my daughter’s pants and say you’re not interested?" Wen Changlin asked.

"That was an accident...an accident. By the way, how’s your negotiation going?" Song Yun asked.

"Forty percent is the most I can offer."

Shen Yan replied, "If it’s more than that, we won’t make any profit."

"Forty-two percent," Wen Changlin said, "I want forty-two percent shares."

After some silence, Shen Yan said, "Alright, forty-two percent then. We’ll take a loss, but hopefully, this cooperation will be pleasant for everyone."

"Alright, Xiao Lin, draft the contract." Wen Changlin instructed his waiting secretary.

After the secretary left, Wen Changlin smiled and said to Shen Yan, "Xiao Shen, actually, I wasn’t too fond of you before. I’d heard about you, just a rich kid whiling away his time."

"Hehe, well..." Shen Yan awkwardly scratched his head.

"But now that I’ve seen you today, you’re better than I imagined, haha!" Wen Changlin laughed.

"Thank you, Uncle Wen, for the compliment. I’m getting older myself, gotta do more for the family, and I’m about to be a father, can’t waste time anymore." Shen Yan chuckled.

"Oh? Similar to Song Yun then? Remember to call me when your child’s one month old!" Wen Changlin said.

"Certainly, certainly."

Shen Yan nodded quickly, sighing inwardly, though Wen Changlin’s words mirrored Song Yun’s, he hadn’t offered to be a godfather, which showed the difference their statuses made.

"I won’t be naming your child my goddaughter then." Song Yun said with a laugh, patting Shen Yan’s back, "Otherwise, how’s my kid going to marry your daughter!"

"Hehe."

Grateful, Shen Yan glanced at Song Yun, recognizing his public display of support before Wen Changlin. Though subtle, keen observers could sense Song Yun’s intentions.

Not long after, Wen Ting returned, this time wearing different clothes: jeans paired with a camo-fitted t-shirt, showing off her quite impressive figure, though her expression hadn’t improved much.

"Later, you all go have fun together. Tingting, Shen Yan knows this area well and is our partner, you’ll accompany them tonight." With those words, Wen Changlin stood and left first.

"Song Yun, I will find an opportunity to have a proper fight with you!" Wen Ting seriously said to Song Yun.

"Haha, try your best!" Song Yun joked, then turned to Shen Yan, "Shen Yan, with the business settled, let’s celebrate tonight. What’s the plan?"

"Let’s go bowling, get some exercise." Shen Yan suggested.

"Alright, let’s go."