Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1337 - 187, so expensive?_2

"And this silver note? Naturally, it must have been delivered by the Second Prince."

Ma Junying’s thick brows knitted tightly as his eyes narrowed, hesitating over the silver note. To accept or not to accept?

Although Ma Junying recognized the young servant as one of Second Prince Zhao Hongsheng’s men, Xia Zheng did not. Firstly, Zhao Hongsheng had deliberately picked the least noticeable person to deliver the silver note, and secondly, since Xia Zheng had always been at odds with Zhao Hongsheng, he naturally paid even less attention to the underlings around him.

"Wow! So young Master Ma has brought a silver note, huh? The First Scholar really is extraordinary, having even your young servants handle the silver notes for you!" The play did not turn out as exciting as hoped, and Xia Zheng seemed somewhat disappointed. However, thinking about the large sum of silver entering his account, his disillusionment didn’t last long.

Xia Zheng was a man, perhaps unable to decipher the dilemma on Ma Junying’s face, but Lin Yuan, with her meticulous mind and adeptness at reading expressions, naturally noticed it.

"Young Master Ma, you should take this silver note back, I..."

"Does Miss Lin think poorly of me too?" Ma Junying suddenly looked up with a slightly pale face, his dark eyes swirling like vortexes, as if tides were about to surge out at any moment.

Lin Yuan was slightly startled and hadn’t even shaken her head before she heard Ma Junying say to the young servant, "Thank you, I will remember this."

The words were inexplicably spoken, but they brought a delighted smile to the face of the young servant delivering the silver note, who made a light bow and then walked away.

After giving Lin Yuan a deep look, Ma Junying said nothing and turned to leave.

Watching his back stiffen inexplicably as he walked away, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but feel a bit worried.

"Tsk tsk, so boring! Why can this guy not just say he’s broke?" Xia Zheng muttered disinterestedly, sitting off to the side and fidgeting with the jade pendant on his chest.

In fact, today’s event wasn’t entirely about making Ma Junying cough up the silver. And Ma Junying understood his intentions; as long as he would relent and stop entertaining unnecessary fantasies about Lin Yuan, he could have considered the banquet a meeting gift, free of charge.

Yet this stubborn fellow just wouldn’t cave in!

After lunch, Zhao Hongsheng took Tang Ruyan back to the Second Prince Mansion. Having heard the young servant’s report, Zhao Hongsheng was so pleased he almost split his face with his smile.

"Ru Yan, your plan really worked! I have tried to make contact with him three times already, but this uncompromising guy simply refused to submit. Who would’ve thought that with just such a small ploy, you could actually persuade him! Haha, brilliant! Brilliant!"

Zhao Hongsheng clapped and laughed, saying ’brilliant’ twice, which showed just how delighted he was that day.

And the one sitting beside him was Tang Ruyan, who had accompanied him to the banquet today. She too was very pleased to be praised that way.

Sitting opposite them was Yu Bin, dressed in black, with his hands tucked into his sleeves. His mannerisms remained the same, head lowered yet eyes looking upwards at people. Combined with the sudden creepy laughter he would occasionally let out in conversation, he was truly chilling to the bone.

"Miss Tang truly is clever; I admire you," Yu Bin commended.

If someone else had complimented her, Tang Ruyan would have felt immensely proud. But, facing this man who seemed more ghost than human, his harsh and deep voice sent shivers up her spine.

However, she had long heard of this man before her, the most formidable staff officer and right-hand man of Second Prince Zhao Hongsheng. Offending him would mean difficult days ahead.

Tang Ruyan pursed her lips to hide her nervous expression and humbly nodded, saying, "Mr. Bin flatters me too much. Actually, this time it was quite a fluke. It just so happened that I understand a man in love’s psychology well, knowing he wouldn’t want to lose face in front of the woman he adores, which coincidentally helped me break through to Ma Junying."

Seeing Tang Ruyan’s humility and her refusal to belittle him for her own advantage, Yu Bin curved his lips slightly, and finally shifted his gaze away.

Tang Ruyan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize her palms were drenched in cold sweat. How strange, why did this mere staff officer give her the feeling of being in grave danger? Could it really just be because his appearance was too sinister?

Her gaze swiftly and furtively glanced at Yu Bin’s hands which were tightly tucked into his sleeves, and Tang Ruyan was filled with suspicion. Ever since she arrived at the Second Prince Mansion, she had never seen Yu Bin’s hands emerge from his sleeves. Could it be he was disfigured?