Chapter 395: Almost Lost My Life
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As soon as Rong Tianshi recognized the man who had just entered, he was so shocked that he immediately stood up. He said, “Mr. Ye? You… you’re not…”
Ye Nanshen didn’t respond. Instead, he squinted at the agreement lying on the table and asked, “Isn’t it ready yet?”
“Um…” Zhuang Ling was overwhelmed by Ye Nanshen’s intense aura, forcing him to lower his head.
“Useless. You need this much time for something so trivial?” Ye Nanshen questioned.
Ye Nanshen began to walk towards them, each step full of intent.
Zhuang Ling sighed, helpless against the oppressive aura.
For the first time, Zhuang Ling understood how Xu Yi felt when scorned by Ye Nanshen. Lucky for Xu Yi, he was a cheerful guy, nonchalant and blissfully unaware of the disdain. He could even cheerfully cling to Ye Nanshen, but Zhuang Ling knew he could never pull off such a feat.
Rong Tianshi, however, couldn’t shift his gaze away from Ye Nanshen. He pondered, ‘When did Mr. Ye’s leg get better?’
Ye Nanshen didn’t care for Rong Tianshi’s astonishment and walked directly to the sofa. He sat down and coldly commanded, “Sign.”
“Mr. Ye…”
BAM!
Before Rong Tianshi could finish, Ye Nanshen reached into his coat and tossed an object onto the table. His eyes were half-closed, his aura icy and piercing.
Rong Tianshi felt chills run down his spine at the sight of the object on the table—a black-barreled gun that seemed to menace with its dark opening.
Rong Tianshi was sure that if he refused to sign, the gun would be pointed at his head in the next second. He’d heard from Wang Qing that the four bullets in Wang Song were all Ye Nanshen’s handiwork.
Terrified, Rong Tianshi’s face turned ashen and his eyes flickered with panic. “I’ll sign, I’ll sign,” he stammered, picking up the pen with trembling hands to quickly sign the agreement.
Ye Nanshen looked at Rong Tianshi with a mocking gaze. “After signing, you have no business with her. If I ever find out you’re dealing with her behind my back, crushing the Rong family would be as easy as stepping on an ant.
Understand?”
“Yes, understood,” Rong Tianshi nodded hastily.
With a sneer, Ye Nanshen stood up and left the room.
Zhuang Ling quickly collected the handgun and the agreement from the table and said to Rong Tianshi before leaving the room as well, “You’re on your own.”
Only then did the door on the other side of the room open, and Wang Qing and Rong Feiyu stepped out.
“Tianshi, what happened? What did Mr. Ye want from you? Can we borrow money from him?” Wang Qing asked.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” Rong Feiyu asked, noticing her father’s pale face.
Swallowing hard, Rong Tianshi took a moment to regain his composure. He said, “Mr. Ye came to have me sign an agreement severing all ties with Rong Qi.”
“What?” Both voices rang out in unison.
Wang Qing’s face clouded with worry. “How could Mr. Ye force you to sign something like that? What will we do when the debt collectors come? The only one who has money now is Rong Qi. She’s the only one who can save our family.”
‘It wasn’t just about saving the Rong family; there were also Wang Song’s medical bills to consider. If Rong Qi left the family, where would we get the money?’ Wang Qing thought.
Rong Feiyu, however, had a glint in her eyes. She thought, ‘If Rong Qi severed ties with Dad, wouldn’t I become the sole heiress to the Rong family?’
Wang Qing shook Rong Tianshi anxiously and asked, “Answer me, did you sign it?”
Worn out, Rong Tianshi sank into the sofa and closed his eyes. He said, “I signed.”
“How could you sign something like that?” Wang Qing burst into tears, feeling as though a golden god of wealth had vanished before her eyes. “We came here to get money from Rong Qi. Now that you’ve signed it, how can we ask her for money?”
This was the last straw for Rong Tianshi, igniting his suppressed anger.
Shouting at Wang Qing, Rong Tianshi yelled, “Money, money, money! Is that all you care about? Do you have any idea that I almost lost my life just now?”
Chapter 395: Almost Lost My Life
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As soon as Rong Tianshi recognized the man who had just entered, he was so shocked that he immediately stood up. He said, “Mr. Ye? You… you’re not…”
Ye Nanshen didn’t respond. Instead, he squinted at the agreement lying on the table and asked, “Isn’t it ready yet?”
“Um…” Zhuang Ling was overwhelmed by Ye Nanshen’s intense aura, forcing him to lower his head.
“Useless. You need this much time for something so trivial?” Ye Nanshen questioned.
Ye Nanshen began to walk towards them, each step full of intent.
Zhuang Ling sighed, helpless against the oppressive aura.
For the first time, Zhuang Ling understood how Xu Yi felt when scorned by Ye Nanshen. Lucky for Xu Yi, he was a cheerful guy, nonchalant and blissfully unaware of the disdain. He could even cheerfully cling to Ye Nanshen, but Zhuang Ling knew he could never pull off such a feat.
Rong Tianshi, however, couldn’t shift his gaze away from Ye Nanshen. He pondered, ‘When did Mr. Ye’s leg get better?’
Ye Nanshen didn’t care for Rong Tianshi’s astonishment and walked directly to the sofa. He sat down and coldly commanded, “Sign.”
“Mr. Ye…”
BAM!
Before Rong Tianshi could finish, Ye Nanshen reached into his coat and tossed an object onto the table. His eyes were half-closed, his aura icy and piercing.
Rong Tianshi felt chills run down his spine at the sight of the object on the table—a black-barreled gun that seemed to menace with its dark opening.
Rong Tianshi was sure that if he refused to sign, the gun would be pointed at his head in the next second. He’d heard from Wang Qing that the four bullets in Wang Song were all Ye Nanshen’s handiwork.
Terrified, Rong Tianshi’s face turned ashen and his eyes flickered with panic. “I’ll sign, I’ll sign,” he stammered, picking up the pen with trembling hands to quickly sign the agreement.
Ye Nanshen looked at Rong Tianshi with a mocking gaze. “After signing, you have no business with her. If I ever find out you’re dealing with her behind my back, crushing the Rong family would be as easy as stepping on an ant.
Understand?”
“Yes, understood,” Rong Tianshi nodded hastily.
With a sneer, Ye Nanshen stood up and left the room.
Zhuang Ling quickly collected the handgun and the agreement from the table and said to Rong Tianshi before leaving the room as well, “You’re on your own.”
Only then did the door on the other side of the room open, and Wang Qing and Rong Feiyu stepped out.
“Tianshi, what happened? What did Mr. Ye want from you? Can we borrow money from him?” Wang Qing asked.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” Rong Feiyu asked, noticing her father’s pale face.
Swallowing hard, Rong Tianshi took a moment to regain his composure. He said, “Mr. Ye came to have me sign an agreement severing all ties with Rong Qi.”
“What?” Both voices rang out in unison.
Wang Qing’s face clouded with worry. “How could Mr. Ye force you to sign something like that? What will we do when the debt collectors come? The only one who has money now is Rong Qi. She’s the only one who can save our family.”
‘It wasn’t just about saving the Rong family; there were also Wang Song’s medical bills to consider. If Rong Qi left the family, where would we get the money?’ Wang Qing thought.
Rong Feiyu, however, had a glint in her eyes. She thought, ‘If Rong Qi severed ties with Dad, wouldn’t I become the sole heiress to the Rong family?’
Wang Qing shook Rong Tianshi anxiously and asked, “Answer me, did you sign it?”
Worn out, Rong Tianshi sank into the sofa and closed his eyes. He said, “I signed.”
“How could you sign something like that?” Wang Qing burst into tears, feeling as though a golden god of wealth had vanished before her eyes. “We came here to get money from Rong Qi. Now that you’ve signed it, how can we ask her for money?”
This was the last straw for Rong Tianshi, igniting his suppressed anger.
Shouting at Wang Qing, Rong Tianshi yelled, “Money, money, money! Is that all you care about? Do you have any idea that I almost lost my life just now?”
