Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 99 - 72: Low Harm, High Humiliation

Jing Anjun subconsciously glanced at Mu Yunchu’s feet.

There’s a shadow!

She’s not dead!

He was actually deceived by those two damn assassins.

Damn it!

He wasn’t a fool, quickly realizing what had happened.

However, Jing Anjun also knew very well that now wasn’t the time to dwell on these matters.

What if Mu Yunchu is alive?

Back then, hiring someone to kill her was just to vent his anger.

Even if she’s alive, all she can do is watch helplessly as the shop she desperately tried to protect falls into his hands.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but place his hands on his hips and sneer, mocking, "What, did you deliberately wait here today to see how I take this shop from your hands?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, that’s the sad part about being a poor person with no money."

"Can’t even hold onto the only wealth in your hand."

Jing Anjun snorted coldly, "So from the beginning, when I wanted to buy this house from you, you should have obediently sold it."

"Now you wouldn’t be kicked out on the street."

Sentence after sentence, it seemed only this way could he release the resentment in his heart.

Yet upon seeing Mu Yunchu’s unchanged expression, he felt even more enraged.

When he finally stopped talking, Mu Yunchu slowly spoke.

"How’s Mr. Jing’s stock market doing? I heard you lost quite a bit recently."

Just one sentence, paired with Li Shang’s laughter beside her, reignited the fire Jing Anjun had finally suppressed.

The damage wasn’t high, but the insult was profound.

It’s not just about money.

It’s about humiliation.

Being tricked by such a woman was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation he’d faced in years.

His face tightened, a sinister gaze flickering between Mu Yunchu and Li Shang.

Finally, he snorted through his nose.

"You guys are just bragging now."

"You’ll soon be crying."

Then he signaled to the bank manager who had been waiting for a long time, and the latter stepped forward with the prepared documents.

"Today is the final deadline, if you do not repay the agreed two million, then according to the contract, the house will be auctioned by our bank."

And who the house will be bought by is obvious.

Jing Anjun crossed his arms and raised his chin, "Once this shop is mine, the first thing I’ll do is tear it down and turn it into a restroom."

Seeing that Mu Yunchu hadn’t spoken for a while, Jing Anjun was even more convinced that she definitely didn’t have the money.

He called in the enforcers he had prepared long ago, and the bank manager simultaneously threatened, "If you can’t pay the two million, we’ll have to forcibly take the house!"

The group closed in step by step, as if they would lay hands on Mu Yunchu any second.

Patting Li Shang, who stood in front of her, she smiled lightly and scanned the people from her perch on the steps.

"Pay two million, and my master and your debts are cleared, right?"

The group was at a loss.

What was the point of her asking this?

She couldn’t come up with the money anyway.

Because no one believed that someone as ordinary as Mu Yunchu could amass what she would consider a ’fortune’ in just three months.

But clearly, they didn’t know Mu Yunchu well enough.

Especially when she took out a bank card, they were all stunned.

"How is that possible?"

Jing Anjun even rudely questioned, "You’re bluffing."

Even if she broke the law, she couldn’t come up with so much money in such a short time.

So the only possibility was she was bluffing.

The money on that card wasn’t enough.

But when the machine processed the two million, Jing Anjun couldn’t sit still anymore.

Aside from his shock, an increasingly growing panic emerged within him.

Months ago, he assured his family’s patriarch that this shop was a sure thing.

It was just a matter of time before it was theirs.

This morning, before heading out, he even beat his chest guaranteeing he’d bring back good news.

And now Mu Yunchu had produced the money, making it impossible to rightfully auction the house, akin to a duck flying out of one’s mouth.

The sudden change left the bank manager at a loss.

He retrieved the money for the bank, unable to muster a single smile.

Instinctively, he glanced at Jing Anjun beside him.

Only to find the expression ’frantic rage’ was the best description.

His molars were practically shattering.

He wanted to leave with his people, but it was clear Jing Anjun had no such intention.

"Today, no matter what you say, you’ve got to sell this house to me!"

Even if he had to resort to unscrupulous means.

Hearing Jing Anjun’s words, the bank manager’s eyes widened in fright.

He instinctively raised a hand to stop, only to suddenly realize the other stood still.

Thinking that he had come to his senses.

But when his gaze shifted slightly upward to see the other’s expression, he realized things might not be so simple.

Jing Anjun’s eyes held shock... even hints of apprehension.

Following his line of sight toward the door.

It dawned on them that while they were unaware, two middle-aged individuals had appeared at the shop entrance.

The woman seemed no more than in her early thirties, well-maintained.

The man appeared somewhat aged, made older still by his ’official jacket.’

Who exactly are these two with an impressive status?

What made Jing Anjun display such an expression?

...

Just thirty minutes prior, after speaking with Luan Huacheng, Mu Yunchu caused his attitude to shift dramatically.

After all, the issue hadn’t been resolved yet; she only pinpointed the crux, so Luan Huacheng didn’t fall over himself with admiration, but respect was certainly given.

No longer did he dismiss this extremely young girl.

As they discussed how to resolve the situation, Mu Yunchu only managed to say she’d find him that afternoon before hurriedly heading to the door.

Three cups of tea later, Luan Huacheng and Rong Mulan hadn’t yet seen Mu Yunchu return.

Upon hearing the commotion at the doorway, they stepped outside.

Arriving just in time to catch Jing Anjun ready to cause a scene with his people.

His gaze rested momentarily on Jing Anjun, prompting Luan Huacheng to frown.

"I remember you."

Jing Anjun felt his heart skip a beat.

"You’re the chairman of Ruijing Real Estate."

Jing Anjun swallowed hard.

Though he didn’t show much on the surface, his mind was racing furiously.

He didn’t know Luan Huacheng and Mu Yunchu’s relationship, but seeing the former emerge from this shop, he dared not act rashly.

Beyond confusion and probing, there was more shock and worry.

These emotions peaked when he saw Luan Huacheng’s respectful attitude towards Mu Yunchu.

Luan Huacheng, having been in the bureaucracy for many years, could only be described as ’cunning.’

Witnessing the scene, he understood a lot.

With a blink, he had already thought of ways to forge a connection with Mu Yunchu.

Immediately he turned to Jing Anjun, speaking in a gentle tone, "Unexpectedly meeting Chairman Jing here."

"It reminds me of the plot your group applied to develop with us a few days ago."

Jing Anjun felt his heart sink.

The fact that the other party intentionally brought this up now left nothing unclear.

This was bad news.

His approval was likely to face strict scrutiny!