With a helpless sigh, he tried to make his tone gentle, awkwardly saying, "Could you please stop crying? I’m really not good at comforting girls..."

Song Qiao’s tears continued to fall like broken pearls, sobbing and choking as she said, "You want to go home, let me go home..."

Hearing this, Nan Moyan felt a faint sense of loss for some reason. He raised his hand to pat the barely visible dust on his clothes to cover his embarrassment, saying, "When the time comes, I’ll naturally let you go home."

"But I want to go home now."

"But I can’t let you go home now."

Song Qiao persistently, with pitiful eyes, fixed her gaze on Nan Moyan, asking, "When will you let me go home?"

Nan Moyan thought for a moment and explained, "When your husband gives us the ransom, we’ll naturally let you go home."

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao was silent for a dozen seconds before asking, "When will my husband give you the ransom?"

Nan Moyan, "..." Damn, aren’t you done asking yet?

He indicated he didn’t want to answer this question.

Thinking for a while, Nan Moyan said, "I won’t answer this question for now. After you cook, I’ll consider whether to tell you."

After speaking, Nan Moyan directly called Ping-ge, heading straight to the second floor.

Song Qiao watched Nan Moyan leave, the words stuck in her throat unable to come out; she actually wanted to keep asking.

...

In the second-floor study, Nan Moyan sat down at the desk, his expression somewhat irritated, directly asking Ping-ge, "How’s it going?"

Ping-ge explained, "We’ve already negotiated with Lu Jingchen, the other side is willing to give us 200 million, but they have a request."

"Speak."

Ping-ge cautiously glanced at his boss and explained, "Lu Jingchen says he wants to meet with you to talk, before giving us the 200 million. I’ve agreed for you, the meeting is set for tonight at eight, and you can decide the location."

"He wants to see me?" Nan Moyan raised his eyebrows looking at Ping-ge, questioning back instead of answering.

Ping-ge nodded.

Nan Moyan suddenly laughed, saying directly, "What’s his reason for being so sure I’ll meet him?"

Lu Jingchen... Song Qiao’s husband.

And Song Qiao might just be his sister, which means Lu Jingchen would be his brother-in-law.

He’s naturally aware of what’s happened between Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao over the past few years.

He also knows that Song Qiao went overseas pregnant with twins five years ago and disappeared for five years.

During those five years, Song Qiao was with a man named Chu Munan.

That Chu Munan... seemed to be shot and injured by his men that night when he brought Song Qiao here, supposedly still lying in intensive care now.

Thinking about that night, Nan Moyan instinctively looked at his arm and gritted his teeth.

Damn, the gunshot wound on his arm was dealt by that Chu Munan, thinking about it now still makes it hurt fiercely.

He was clearly hidden, yet didn’t know how that man discovered him, even fired a shot at him, and he was unlucky enough to be caught unprepared and injured.

Ping-ge stood there carefully watching Nan Moyan, asking, "Boss, you don’t plan to meet Lu Jingchen?"

If the boss doesn’t meet Lu Jingchen, then what if Lu Jingchen doesn’t give them the 200 million?

Nan Moyan glanced up at Ping-ge, then leisurely said, "I didn’t say I wouldn’t meet that man."

At this point, he sneered and continued, "Didn’t he say the time and place are up to me? Then let’s do it at the plaza downtown."

He hasn’t taken a good stroll around An City, but he knows where in An City is not suitable for meetings. Yet he deliberately chooses the most unsuitable place.

In fact, he even considered choosing the pedestrian street or snack street, after the talk he could take his guys to stroll, and enjoy some late-night snacks.

It’s been a long time since he experienced what a normal person’s life is like.

Ping-ge was stunned, but said, "Boss, appearing so openly like this might not be suitable, right?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Nan Moyan was indifferent, "What’s not suitable?"

"Recently the U.S. Federation Bureau and FBI, those few pieces of old gum have been constantly investigating us. We managed to shake them off, but if they find us here, wouldn’t they continue to harass us next time? Boss, we need to live well, I don’t want to keep dealing with them."

Those pieces of old gum were initially just a small tail, following them persistently. But in recent years they have become shameless and relentless, he doesn’t want to keep dealing with them, wasting not only his energy and time but also the saliva he spends talking to them each time.

Damn, thinking about them makes his brain hurt involuntarily.

Nan Moyan smiled meaningfully, saying, "This time is just the right opportunity to get rid of them."

Ping-ge looked confused.

Nan Moyan looked at Ping-ge with disdain, not intending to explain, but said, "With your brain, if you were in a palace intrigue drama, you wouldn’t survive past two episodes..."

Ping-ge pouted, "But boss, I’ve never thought about surviving in a palace intrigue drama."

Nan Moyan, "..." How come he’s surrounded by such fools?

Impatiently waving his hand, "Alright, alright, you go out first. When dinner is ready, call me down to eat, I need to handle some work."

Ping-ge responded, then exited directly.

Soon the study had only Nan Moyan himself sitting there.

He directly took out a photo from his pocket, Nan Moyan’s fingers rubbed the woman in the photo, sighing after a long time, then with helplessness in his tone, said, "Aunt, it seems I’ve found my sister, but mom is already gone, should I reunite with my sister?"

In this world, aside from Song Qiao and Song Xi, he is already without kin.

If he doesn’t reunite, he would remain alone.

Of course, he still has Xiaoye and Ping-ge by his side.

But in the future, Xiaoye and Ping-ge will marry and have kids, then he will still be alone.

Nan Moyan has never thought about getting married himself, he has never considered this issue, after all, he hasn’t met a woman yet who he feels could marry him and be suitable for him.