Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Chapter 523: Mr. Mu, Kneel Down

Mu Shian found the joke quite amusing, "Oh? And what if I win?"Standing beside him, Feng Huaijin was the first to speak: "I’ll give you 20% of Ao Shi Group’s shares."

Mu Shian was taken aback, his probing gaze shifting between Feng Huaijin and Su Li. What was their relationship?

"Mr. Qi, you’re quite bold. Why do you believe that whatever Miss Su Li says is true? 20% of the shares? I hope when the time comes, you will indeed be willing to part with them."

Feng Huaijin took Su Li’s hand, his eyes gradually filled with light, his tone icy yet proud: "If you don’t trust the words of the woman you like, who would you trust? Some random cat or dog? If she wants to gamble, I’ll let her!"

Mu Shian stood frozen on the spot, feeling like Mr. Qi’s words were a jab at him...

Su Li’s cheeks turned red, "like"... "the woman he likes"?

...

Su Li and Feng Huaijin had just left when Yan Huan rushed in, panting.

Upon entering and seeing only Yan Le, Yan Huan felt a surge of relief. Still in time! Clearly, dinner hadn’t started yet; there was still hope.

Yan Huan charged forward, grabbing Yan Le’s wrist and violently yanking, causing Yan Le to tumble from the wheelchair, uttering a cry of pain.

"Yan Le, I’ve fed and clothed you, raised you despite your disability, and this is how you repay your sister?! You went behind everyone’s back three years ago and registered the copyright for ’Phoenix Perching on the Phoenix Tree’?"

Yan Huan’s eyes reddened as she clutched Yan Le’s collar tightly: "What are you planning now? Are you going to tell the reporters that I, Yan Huan, stole all your scripts to become a famous screenwriter?"

Yan Huan glared fiercely and said, "I won’t allow it!"

Yan Le winced in pain, her eyes reddening: "It was mine to begin with. Why can’t I defend my rights?"

Yan Huan suddenly stepped on Yan Le’s disabled leg, eliciting a shriek of pain: "What can a mental patient defend? Even if you succeed, so what?"

Yan Huan sneered, "Mu Shian still won’t like you. He’ll remember that on the day of the avalanche, I brought him back while you were off fooling around and broke your leg!"

Yan Le covered her aching leg, glaring at Yan Huan: "How could you be my sister?"

"I’d like to know too! We’re sisters, yet Mu Shian only ever noticed you. Do you know how I felt watching you both together?"

Yan Huan laughed maniacally, "If you hadn’t carried him back that day after the avalanche, maybe I would’ve never had the chance to be with him. Do you think he’d want you—a cripple? A cripple dreaming of being the Mu family’s young madam? Are you even worth it? Ugh!"

Yan Huan squatted down abruptly, grabbing Yan Le’s collar, coldly threatening: "Lele, obediently come back with your sister. Don’t even think about telling the public the screenplay is your work. Your sister will still treat you like a dear sibling, and find you a good husband who doesn’t mind your disability..."

The door creaked open, revealing a crowd standing there shocked, watching the two women inside.

Su Li smiled, "Hey, you two loving sisters, could you stop chatting for a moment? The waiter’s serving the dishes."

The entire private room fell silent, as if even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard...

Yan Huan turned her stiff body around, staring dumbfoundedly at the countless people at the entrance...

Among them were Su Li, Liu Weiyang’s little assistant, the formidable Mr. Qi of An City, members of the Writers’ Association, renowned veterans of the screenwriting world, leaders of the literary scene, and—Mu Shian.

Mu Shian looked at the two in a daze, his face ghastly pale!

A haunting voice rose in the private room: "Mr. Mu, kneel down."