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Heaven had no mercy, and his daughter was useless, unable to win Qin Xian's heart. A nameless woman had taken Mrs. Qin's place, and Jiang Youcheng was filled with hatred, grinding his teeth in frustration.
At that time, he was at the end of his rope, powerless and nearly losing his sanity. Just then, someone came with a large sum of money to invest and brought along an enticing temptation. They said that if he secretly arranged for someone to kill Qin Xian, everything the Qin Family owned would return to the Xu Family. At that point, the Xu Family would marry Jiang Youcheng's daughter as the young mistress, and investment shares would be a given; he could have whatever he wanted.
However, Jiang Youcheng was a businessman by nature—cunning and suspicious. How could he easily trust someone's empty words? If he hadn't tasted any benefits, how could he wholeheartedly work for them? Thus, the Xu Family generously invested several million to help him turn around his crisis. This made Jiang Youcheng believe them to some extent.
Just think about it: a decaying Xu Family, one that had nearly vanished from the business world, could casually produce millions without batting an eye. Jiang Youcheng couldn't imagine what kind of capital supported them to dare oppose the Qin Family.
If given time, if the Qin and Xu families clashed again—one in the light and one in the dark—with equal strength, who would win?
Jiang Youcheng dared not make assumptions.
But since he had accepted the Xu Family's money, it meant they were in the same boat; their goals were now his goals.
The only thing the Xu Family wanted him to do was to feign a business meeting with Qin Xian at a designated location. They would arrange for people to assassinate him there, ensuring he could enter but not leave.
It sounded easy enough, but someone like Qin Xian was not someone he could just invite for a meeting. Even when he held such power and status before, Qin Xian wouldn't even glance his way. Now, in this situation, how could he possibly show himself?
Initially, Jiang Youcheng sent Jiang Yihan to make contact, but she couldn't even get through the front door. The lower-level employees of Qin Corporation seemed to have received some sort of directive and completely ignored her. No matter how she scheduled or insisted on meeting Qin Xian, they looked at her as if she were mentally challenged; no matter how much she spoke, they remained indifferent, nearly driving her to smash the reception desk in frustration.
After countless attempts over more than a month of persistent effort, she finally managed to secure a meeting with Qin Xian.
That night, Qin Xian arrived alone for a dinner gathering without even bringing along Chen Jin, who usually accompanied him. At first, Jiang Youcheng felt puzzled; something seemed off for just a fleeting moment in his mind. But it was only for an instant; he didn't capture any useful information. Instead, after his surprise came joy—he felt a sense of schadenfreude that Qin Xian had come alone.
After all, if he was alone and accidentally sensed something amiss, there would be no one to protect or cover for him. Wouldn't that make him like a fish on a chopping block, ready to be slaughtered?
Thinking about it, a hint of a scheming smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth.
But who would have thought that after this meal, Jiang Youcheng's various polite exchanges and flattery were met with Qin Xian's calm smile and noncommittal responses. Jiang Youcheng, however, was undeterred, making the meal last nearly an hour.
It wasn't until Qin Xian raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of impatience on his face, that he spoke in a lowered voice, "Boss Jiang, if you have something to say, feel free to speak directly. I'm busy; my wife is waiting for me at home, and I don't have time for idle chatter with you."
Jiang Youcheng's words were suddenly interrupted by a younger colleague who appeared impatient.
He had never been treated this way before; his forced smile faltered as he felt embarrassed but dared not show his anger. He could only lower his tone and say, "Look at what you're saying."
Jiang Youcheng maintained a smile on his face to appease him, but inside he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, unable to suppress the urge to curse.
Damn it, why was it taking so long for the Xu Family to make their move? It felt like they were constipated, taking forever to act.
It was supposed to take only ten minutes; damn it, it was almost sixty minutes now. Where were they? Were the shooters asleep?
The more anxious he became, the more cold sweat dripped down his face.
It was truly Qin Xian's sharp and cold gaze that pierced through him as if seeing through all his intentions. Jiang Youcheng dared not meet his eyes and could only pretend to smile while sipping from his glass.
An uneasy premonition crept up on him inch by inch. He lowered his head and caught a glimpse of the person leisurely raising his glass and gazing out the window. For some reason, Jiang Youcheng suddenly felt that the plan had failed.
This feeling sent chills down his spine, as if he had fallen into hell, with the person before him being Yama King, ready to take his life at any moment.
As if to confirm his thoughts, he spoke up the next moment, "Jiang Boss is waiting for someone, isn't he?"
"Ah?" Jiang Youcheng suddenly shivered, his gaze darting around. For a moment, the calm facade he had tried to maintain crumbled and scattered.
"Qin Shao... I..."
Qin Xian curved his lips slightly, casting a dismissive glance at him. "Jiang Boss doesn't need to wait any longer; they won't be coming. Moreover, they are probably waiting for you underground."
As soon as the words left his mouth, with a thud, Jiang Youcheng suddenly fell from his chair. Extreme fear was etched across his face, and he was so terrified that he could barely form a coherent sentence. "Qin Shao... Qin... Shao... please spare me... Qin Shao..."
But Qin Xian didn't give him any chance to explain. He raised his glass and drank it all in one go. Under Jiang Youcheng's panicked gaze, he slowly stood up, a faint smile on his lips, looking down at him from above.
His deep, cold voice was calm yet suffocating, making it hard for anyone to breathe.
Jiang Youcheng heard him say.
It's too late.
It's too late... Jiang Youcheng felt as if his head had suddenly become heavy, a surge of blood rising in his chest. He was on the verge of collapsing.
He desperately pleaded for mercy, clawing forward in a struggle to survive, while that person glanced at him mockingly and walked away without looking back.
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