The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 672, I know that person (second update)

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Chapter 672: 672, I know that person (second update)

As he spoke, he was almost screaming, "Miss Ye, please spare me, I..."

Before he could finish his howl, a fist swung straight into his face.

"Ah--"

Never having experienced such treatment, Zhao Zhe immediately let out a piercing scream.

He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with a loose tooth.

Zhao Zhe’s head buzzed, and the world spun around him.

If not for someone holding him, he would have fallen to the ground.

Before he could catch his breath, a barrage of punches and kicks promptly followed.

Zhao Zhe curled up to avoid drawing attention with his screams, and one of the men in black stuffed his tie into his mouth.

Whimpers of pain rose and fell, vanishing in the cold wind.

"Stop."

Ye Jiuliang watched the person who was at death’s door, his eyes filled with cold indifference, "Take the contract and have Mr. Zhao sign it."

"Yes."

After being beaten, Zhao Zhe struggled to breathe.

Apart from a bruised and slightly torn lip, his face bore no visible wounds, as if by agreement, the men in black targeted the parts of his body that wouldn’t show.

Gasping for air, he felt as if his bones were falling apart.

After a long while, Zhao Zhe used the wall to pull himself up with difficulty, and sat staring blankly at the contract placed before him.

In a trance, the cold voice rang out again, "If you sign the share transfer, we can all live in peace. The two percent share you hold, I’ll cash it out at the current market value, rest assured, you’ll get nothing less than what it’s worth."

People like him who play both sides could betray once and would do it again. Keeping the shares in his hands would only bring trouble sooner or later.

Zhao Zhe looked down at the contract, his face showing resentment, "I won’t sign."

Without those shares, what would he use to negotiate with Mo Su? The three percent stake in Tengyue Group would also go down the drain.

Ye Jiuliang sneered dismissively, "It’s okay if you don’t sign. I have another document here, all about the shady things you do behind the scenes. Oh, and not just yours, also your beloved son’s."

"You need to think carefully whether you want to live a carefree life with that money or end up in jail with your son. It’s your decision to make."

With that, Ye Jiuliang tossed an envelope onto the table in front of him.

Zhao Zhe was stunned for a moment, staring wide-eyed at the sealed envelope.

After a long pause, he shakily picked up the envelope and hurriedly opened it.

Ye Jiuliang didn’t rush him, allowing plenty of time to think it over.

When Zhao Zhe finally saw the contents of the envelope, his face turned ashen, and he frantically stuffed the documents back inside.

What does it feel like to kick an iron plate?

That’s exactly how he felt at the moment.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Will you sign or not?" Ye Jiuliang glanced at him coldly, his voice flat.

Zhao Zhe’s shoulders sagged, his voice hoarse, "I’ll sign."

He grabbed the contract and a pen from the ground and reluctantly signed his name.

His hand relaxed, and the pen dropped to the floor.

Zhao Zhe leaned against the wall, defeated.

Ye Jiuliang picked up the contract and glanced at the signature, a cold smile curling the corners of his lips, "Take Mr. Zhao to the hospital."

"Yes."

Zhao Zhe raised his head, the woman leaving him nothing but a retreating figure.

The sound of footsteps grew fainter until his eyelids uncontrollably closed, and he completely passed out.

...

"You go back first. There’s no need to follow me," Mo Yuan said, pulling at his tie after finishing the deal, asking Hong Li for the car keys.

"Mr. Mo, the madam called earlier and said to come home for dinner after the negotiation," Hong Li said.

Opening the car door, Mo Yuan replied without turning back, "If she asks again, tell her I’m busy and can’t make it back for lunch."

With that, he got into the car and shut the door without hesitation.

Hong Li watched the car vanish into the traffic flow, his face showing helplessness.

His wife would probably bombard him with calls again later.

What a headache.

Arriving at the familiar restaurant, he could smell the spicy fragrance even from the doorway.

Mo Yuan hooked a smile, brushing away the fatigue from his face.

"Welcome," a staff member greeted as soon as he stepped in.

"Mr. Mo, just one today?"

Mo Yuan was a regular here, and the seasoned staff recognized him.

He nodded slightly and, out of habit, headed towards his usual spot by the window.

"Mr. Mo, please wait a moment," the waitress called out to him.

Mo Yuan paused in his steps, turned back, and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"I’m sorry, Mr. Mo, but the seat you usually take has already been taken today. Perhaps you could choose another spot," the waitress said gently.

Already taken?

Mo Yuan frowned slightly, his gaze drifting over to the window-side seat, where the slender silhouette of a woman entered his view.

She looked somewhat familiar.

His eyes lit up; it was Li Mochan’s little girl.

"Mr. Mo, would you like to sit over here?" the waitress interrupted his thoughts, and Mo Yuan came back to his senses.

"No need, I know that person."

The waitress smiled, "All right then, just call me if you need anything."

With that, she turned to attend to other matters.

After dealing with Zhao Zhe, Ye Jiuliang came to this restaurant on Burn’s recommendation.

It was said that the restaurant had been open for over ten years and was famous for its authentic hot pot. In the evenings, it was almost always fully seated.

Ye Jiuliang placed her order, and with nothing else to do, she started playing Dou Dizhu on her phone.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her, blocking some of the light.

Ye Jiuliang looked up and unintentionally met the man’s smiling eyes, causing her to momentarily freeze.

After a few seconds of delay, she regained her composure, her lips curling into a light smile, "Mr. Mo, what a coincidence."

"Yes, quite a coincidence," Mo Yuan chuckled lightly.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, "Please do."

Mo Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.

"Why is Miss Ye alone? Why isn’t Mr. Li here?"

Ye Jiuliang put away her phone and replied calmly, "He’s busy with work. How come you are here too, Mr. Mo?"

"I come here often, sometimes for a week straight," he said, laughing at himself.

"I can’t live without spicy food."

Ye Jiuliang smiled slightly, "It seems Mr. Mo’s taste is quite similar to mine."

Mo Yuan picked up the menu, selected several dishes without a second thought, a sign of someone who frequents the place.

"Does Miss Ye want to order anything else?" he asked politely.

"No need, I’ve already ordered."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan handed the menu to the waitress and turned back to Ye Jiuliang, "Didn’t you see anything you liked at the figurine shop last time?"

"I did like it, but just because something doesn’t cost money doesn’t mean I should take it for free," Ye Jiuliang said in a lighthearted tone.

Mo Yuan teased himself, "The way you put it, it sounds like I’m a human trafficker."

"I didn’t say that," Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but laugh.

The restaurant was quick to serve food, and it wasn’t long before all the dishes were on the table.

Ye Jiuliang had ordered a split pot because she was now expecting, and she dared not eat as recklessly as before. She definitely didn’t want to upset her stomach.