Chapter 93 If she gives in the first step, she will give in step by step

Too crazy, maybe it's because the obsession with living is too strong.

Fan Yi stretched out his five fingers lazily, and the trident turned back into a saber, which he played with in his palm. He lowered his head indifferently, with one elbow resting on his knee.

He had not anticipated his momentary negligence, nor had he known that his blood could revive all things.

All things are revived? ... A blurry image flashed through Fan Yi's mind.

It looks like a cluster of crabapple flowers blooming, exceptionally bright.

It has disappeared without a trace when I commemorate it.

Maybe it's not that he doesn't know that his blood can revive all things, but that he forgot.

Fan Yi's expression was indistinct, and then he narrowed his eyes. After a long while, his voice was emotionless.

"So, can I just kill him?"

After all, he hated anyone who had anything to do with Si Tang.

"Not yet," 8856 said, his scalp tingling. "I forgot to tell you that the God of Destiny sends someone to review it every month, which is going to be soon."

"During this period, please do not act recklessly or use your divine power to harm others. As for this human... it's fine to let him live a little longer. After all, even if we don't take action, fate will push him to death. After all, the ending was originally written this way. With the power of a human like him, he can't fight against the forces of fate."

Fan Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing more, perhaps agreeing with 8856's statement and suggestion.

Both of them silently believed that a mere human being could not cause any big waves.

Fan Yi's mind was now full of Si Tang. He casually sent 8856 away and used his Sky Eye to find Si Tang's company.

However, the office on the screen was empty, silent and deserted, with no sign of Si Tang.

Fan Yi frowned and stood up instantly, quickly sensing Si Tang's presence and breath.

The picture on the screen flashed by quickly like a cursory glance, and suddenly stopped. The picture showed an airplane, where Si Tang was leaning against the window, taking a nap and sleeping soundly.

Fan Yi: ...

If appearing on the plane instantly had not caused terrible panic, he would have used his divine power to capture Si Tang back.

He just gave her a little space and didn't keep an eye on her, so how could she run away!

Fan Yi had a sour face and immediately called back 8856, asking him to find out where Si Tang had arrived.

8856 was suddenly struck by a bolt from the blue, with bitter wind and rain.

Under the gloomy gaze of Lord Fan Yi, he found out the destination that Si Tang was going to.

--London.

......

London was shrouded in a gray morning fog when the plane landed at Heathrow Airport.

Si Tang looked at the vague outlines outside through the porthole, his eyes slightly darkening.

She went to London in person because the British royal family wanted to terminate the contract with Xing Nian.

After getting off the plane, she turned on her phone, and over a dozen unread messages popped up on the screen. The top one was from her assistant. "Vice President Si, the royal family is very determined. They want to terminate the contract. Qiao Zhou will meet you at the airport. He's the key person in these negotiations."

Si Tang pursed his lips and replied, "Okay."

Si Tang came in a hurry, partly because of the collaboration, and partly because... he was hiding from a certain fish. He brought nothing with him.

As I left the airport, I spotted a tall Asian man from a distance. He was wearing a dark grey three-piece suit, his tie neatly tied. He was handsome, Chinese, and stood straight. He was about thirty years old.

Si Tang had met him, Qiao Zhou, the contact person responsible for purchasing royal jewels.

"Vice President Si." When Si Tang approached, the man put down the sign and extended his hand to her, "Long time no see."

Si Tang held his hand. "Mr. Zhou, long time no see. Thank you for coming to pick me up personally."

Joe led her to the parking lot. "Due to the time difference, we don't have a formal meeting scheduled today. I thought you might need some rest and adjustment."

"You've been very thoughtful." Si Tang nodded, then changed the subject, "However, if it's convenient, I'd like to learn as soon as possible about the specific reasons why the royal family is dissatisfied with this plan."

Joe's footsteps paused imperceptibly. "Of course, that's exactly what we're going to discuss next."

He opened the door of a black Jaguar. "How about this? I have a private club near Wimbledon. It's a quiet place. We can play tennis and chat at the same time. It's more... informal."

Si Tang raised an eyebrow. Negotiating on the golf course—typical business tactics. She nodded in agreement. "Sounds good."

Si Tang was about to get in the car when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him, with a hint of tenderness.

"Wife..."

Si Tang turned around to look at the newcomer, as if he had seen a ghost. Fan Yi was wearing a casual linen shirt and casual trousers that draped just the right amount. He had striking silver hair, and his dark eyes were like obsidian dipped in ice water. He exuded an indescribable sense of dignity and laziness.

His overly exquisite and outstanding appearance attracted the attention of people around him.

And Si Tang was just wondering, why is he here? !

Si Tang watched Fan Yi stroll towards her and embrace her. The seemingly casual action revealed a strong possessive desire.

He smiled politely, nodded slightly, and said to Qiao Zhou, "Hello, I'm her husband, my name is Fan Yi. If you don't mind, I'd like to join you."

He didn't know when he had mastered English so quickly, and he spoke it fluently in his deep, mellow voice.

Si Tang's heart: slightly numb. Dead, but not completely dead.

What was he doing here? It was obvious that he had figured out her whereabouts long ago and was waiting for her at London Airport.

Should Si Tang be glad that he didn't break her cooperation and just tie her back?

Si Tang hadn't forgotten what happened yesterday, and she was still furious. She couldn't keep a good face in front of Fan Yi. But the situation was already like this, and she couldn't lose her temper in front of her partner, so she could only smile awkwardly.

Qiao Zhou found it strange. What kind of female CEO would bring her husband along to discuss a partnership? Perhaps the culture back home had evolved with the times; in the past, business tycoons would bring their wives or female companions to serve as faceplates. His Chinese friend, Si Tang, was truly accomplished, marrying... no, marrying such a beautiful faceplate.

So he nodded enthusiastically, "Of course, Mr. Fan, your English is very good."

Si Tang felt a bit hopeless, and with a sullen face, he was held by Fan Yi and followed him into the back seat. Qiao Zhou drove the car himself, heading to the golf club.

Along the way, Si Tang had to deal with Qiao Zhou's greetings while being wary of Fan Yi's dishonest hands.

His cool fingertips caressed her waist. He ignored Qiao Zhou in the front row and took her hand, seemingly without force, but in fact, he would not allow her to escape. He placed them in front of him, interlocking their fingers.

She glanced sideways slightly and saw his gentle and harmless expression, and she gritted her teeth in anger.

Haha, just pretend.

Just as I was thinking this, he pinched my waist maliciously.