novelraw Chapter 216 Is your outfit... meant to attract me?
Chapter 216 Is your outfit... meant to attract me?
Tong Yuhan: Keep dreaming! Don't even mention Mom's objection, I would never agree to it, not even to your little aunt! Eldest sister is right, all kinds of enemies are determined to destroy us, and battle is everywhere!
Having gathered a great deal of information about the Jin family, Tong Yuhan wasn't in a hurry to act. She still didn't know where the Jin family's most powerful innate martial artists lived, or how many there were.
It's said this family has three innate martial artists; they're indeed formidable! If that's the case, she wouldn't be so arrogant; she would ask her eldest sister for help. Such a large family as the Jin, having developed for nearly a century, can't be dealt with simply by fighting a battle and killing a few people!
Thus, Tong Yuhan began a large-scale plan. While studying diligently, she also contacted and tried to recruit external professional managers and grassroots managers in the Jin family's company.
They don't need to do anything now; all they need to do is quickly take control of the Kim family's companies and financial accounts once the Kim family's power is destroyed.
Non-family members working for the Kim family were what people would call "corporate slaves" decades later, enduring a life of high salaries and high pressure. But working for the Kim family was not just that; if you didn't do well or made a mistake, it wasn't as simple as being fired; you could also die silently.
In the eyes of the Jin family, servants who are incompetent and cause trouble should be beaten or killed as they should be. This is the right of their masters, that's right!
But this is a place that touts freedom and democracy. Regardless of whether it is truly free and democratic, the ordinary people believe it! Therefore, in recent years, due to the Kim family's domineering style, they often cannot find good professional managers willing to join, and even general management talents are unwilling to come.
But could this deter the Kim family, who rely on force? Of course not. They would arrest anyone they fancied, threaten or beat them, and then that person would have to work obediently and diligently for the Kim family.
Of course, they also know the importance of money, and it is necessary to give these people generous rewards. After all, what dog owner would not feed his dog?
Therefore, those who worked for the Jin family dared not rebel and had to work diligently. Some exceptionally capable individuals even married daughters of the Jin family and had children with Jin blood, and they too worked for them contentedly. The Jin family certainly had some cunning!
Recently, Tong Yuhan received a message from her "insider": a very important patriarch of the Jin family is about to celebrate his 80th birthday, and all the younger generation of the Jin family will be there to celebrate. This is an excellent opportunity to destroy the Jin family!
In the next few days, that playboy will be leaving, and Tong Yuhan has decided to use him to infiltrate their clan territory and investigate the Jin family's true military strength...
Late at night, at the Red Rose Bar
The loud music, accompanied by strong drumbeats, pounded on people's eardrums and spread through their blood vessels to their limbs and bones, causing a group of drunken people to sway to the rhythm. It was truly a chaotic dance of demons!
However, in one corner, a woman wearing a light purple stand-up collar short-sleeved shirt and a matching Chinese-style long skirt stood quietly, seemingly out of place with the atmosphere around her.
She was Tong Yuhan, who had come to fish. Her long hair was loosely tied up with a plain silver hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks. In her hand, she held a small, celadon teacup, from which wisps of almost invisible steam rose.
The neon lights occasionally brushed against her lowered eyelashes, her delicate nose, and her pale lips, but they couldn't touch the aloofness that surrounded her. She simply sat there, separated from everything around her by a thousand years of time.
This scene indeed attracted the attention of some people. Jin Qingpeng leaned against the second-floor railing, swirling the amber-colored liquor in his hand, his gaze already fixed on that incongruous tranquility.
He had seen all sorts of women—innocent, alluring, feigning modesty—but they all seemed to be waiting to be sold. This one, however, was different. She was like a piece of porcelain in a museum glass case, exquisite, fragile, and possessing a mysterious, aloof air.
He gave a slight smirk, downed his drink in one gulp, and walked down the spiral staircase. He easily parted the crowd and walked to the small table.
"Miss," he began, his voice deliberately low and deep, carrying his usual, self-proclaimed, captivating magnetism, "you're dressed like this... was it intentionally to attract my attention?"
"Hmph!" Tong Yuhan slowly raised her eyes, snorted coldly, and thought to herself: You're quite confident, aren't you? I'm wearing this outfit to be waterproof and fireproof, and I'm trying to attract you? How dare you?
In his cold gaze, there was no panic, no shyness, no admiration, not even any emotion.
Jin Qingpeng's smile faltered. This utter disregard fueled his anger more than any expression of disdain. When had he, Young Master Jin, ever been ignored like this?
He leaned over, resting one hand on the edge of the table, closing the distance between them: "Isn't it boring to be alone? I have a better spot over there, how about we share a drink?" He reached out, wanting to touch the celadon teacup.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the cup, Tong Yuhan moved! She picked up the cup of tea she had been holding and flicked her wrist!
A lukewarm, light brown liquid splashed onto his face! The liquid splattered on Jin Qingpeng's chest, quickly spreading a deep stain on his expensive dark suit. A few brewed tea leaves stuck to the fabric, making it look particularly comical.
Jin Qingpeng froze on the spot, the veins on the back of his hand, which was braced against the edge of the table, bulging instantly! He slowly lowered his head, looked at the stains on his chest, and when he looked up again, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and the flippancy in his eyes was replaced by a sinister anger.
Tong Yuhan finally revealed her first expression upon entering the bar—contempt and mockery!
She put down her empty teacup, then stood up, the hem of her ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) swaying in a soft arc. Without looking at Jin Qingpeng again, she turned and walked away, merging into the flowing crowd behind her, like a drop of water flowing into a river, disappearing from sight.
"Damn it!" Jin Qingpeng squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, his face ashen.
Several curious glances were cast his way, only to be hastily averted under his gloomy gaze. In full view of everyone, the arrogant and conceited young master Jin had been splashed with tea by a woman in ancient costume? What a humiliating disgrace!
Jin Qingpeng whispered to the two men in black who were following a few steps behind, his voice laced with ruthlessness: "Follow them and 'invite' this young lady to my yacht as a 'guest'!"
The two bodyguards nodded expressionlessly, quickly parted the crowd, and chased after them.
In the back alley outside the bar, Tong Yuhan walked with ease, as if she were simply strolling under the moonlight, with deliberately light footsteps coming from behind her.
"Hehe, the fish's taken the bait!" She even paused slightly, seemingly to match the approaching footsteps. A slight stinging pain shot through the back of her neck—she'd been hit by a stun gun!
Her body went limp, and she deliberately leaned forward, only to be roughly caught by a pair of arms. Tong Yuhan let them shove her into a black van waiting at the alley entrance…