The door was pushed open from the outside with a heavy, soft thud.

Like some kind of silent command, the entire private room suddenly fell silent.

A young couple walked in slowly, arm in arm, their calm demeanor making it difficult for anyone to speak.

The man wore a dark blue suit, perfectly tailored to fit his body, with straight shoulders and a cinched waist, exuding understated elegance.

The woman standing beside the man is like a painting that breaks the silence.

With mixed-race features, defined eyebrows and eyes, a natural light lip color, and skin with a porcelain-like luster.

She wore a champagne gold fishtail dress, perfectly tailored to accentuate her elegant curves. Her steps were light yet steady, like a classical statue descended to earth, her beauty ethereal and otherworldly.

The man walked to the head of the table, turned slightly, reached out and pulled out a chair for the woman, and whispered something.

"Watch out for your skirt."

The tone was gentle and considerate.

Mo Sangyu nodded slightly, and as she sat down, her skirt fell naturally, her movements elegant and graceful, making her the focus of the entire room without being ostentatious.

Jing Min's gaze lingered on her for a moment, as if subconsciously confirming that she was alright, before he sat down beside her.

His gaze was unhurried, seemingly carrying an inherent scrutinizing pressure, sweeping over the area with a light touch.

"Everyone, you don't mind, do you?"

All eyes turned to them, and they stood up.

"No problem, no problem..."

"Welcome, Mr. Jing"

Although such chamber of commerce negotiations are formal, there is usually a cocktail party afterwards, so many people bring their female companions. However, no one has ever brought their partner to the formal negotiation table as openly as Jingmin.

Chu Wuyang's eyes flickered slightly, and she stood up along with the others.

"Miss Chu? You're here too?"

Apart from the assistant and secretary being female, only Mo Sangyu and Chu Wuyang remained in the formal seats.

Mo Sangyu turned his head and quickly noticed her presence, his tone tinged with surprise.

Chu Wuyang smiled gently.

"Yes, I didn't expect to see Miss Mo again so soon."

Jing Min's gaze swept over her indifferently, neither avoiding it nor lingering for a moment, without any extra expression.

It was as if it were just a routine glance.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him subconsciously and saw that he had already lowered his head and was flipping through the documents in front of him, as if he hadn't looked at them at all just now.

She didn't say anything, which makes sense when you think about it.

Chu Wuyang is the owner of this entertainment club and also the president of a branch of the Chu family business, so it's not surprising to see him at this kind of event.

She nodded politely to Chu Wuyang, her smile still gentle.

After the brief incident, the meeting officially began.

Jing Min casually flipped through the materials the host handed him, his expression calm, and went straight to the point.

“Your entertainment, amusement and tourism industries have done quite well in recent years.”

Upon hearing this, everyone present turned to look at Chu Wuyang.

Clearly, these three industries are almost all concentrated under the Chu family's control.

The meeting moderator tentatively asked a question,

"Mr. Jing means... that you have your eye on these industries?"

Jingmin closed the file with swift, decisive movements.

"I won't beat around the bush, whoever owns these properties should give them up."

The air froze instantly, and the room fell into a brief silence.

The other family representatives secretly breathed a sigh of relief—they weren't involved in these industries much, so divesting them wouldn't be a major blow; on the contrary, they could use the situation to curry favor.

Only Chu Wuyang's expression turned somewhat somber.

The Chu family suffered several setbacks but was able to make a comeback precisely because of its monopolistic position in the entertainment, tourism, and amusement industries.

Even giving up just a portion would be a significant loss for the Chu family, not to mention that Jing Min's tone clearly indicated he wanted "all of it".

Given his current power in the Jin family, a direct confrontation would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

Chu Wuyang remained silent, her gaze fixed intently on the man opposite her.

Jing Min, however, remained calm and composed, as if it were merely a routine negotiation. He even leisurely poured Mo Sangyu a cup of tea, his movements gentle and affectionate.

Seeing that Chu Wuyang was hesitant to express her opinion, everyone became anxious, fearing that her words might offend Jing Min and cause him to make exorbitant demands, which would likely go far beyond just a few properties.

Time passed second by second.

Chu Wuyang's fingertips almost gripped the table tightly, a surge of anger rising in his heart—what does this mean?

Were they here for her?

KOALA's homepage is clearly a section for tourists and travel. By making such a sweeping change, is he trying to uproot her life's passion?

Just as she was about to retort, a calm voice suddenly broke the deadlock.

An older industry leader stepped in to smooth things over.

“We understand what Mr. Jing means, but this is no small matter.”

"Why don't we go back and have the team make a detailed list first, organize it, and then submit it to Mr. Jing for review? If there's anything inappropriate, we can discuss it in detail later?"

Jing Min didn't say much, only nodded, his tone decisive.

"Can"

The meeting has come to a temporary close, with preliminary results finally achieved. Except for Chu Wuyang, everyone present looked relieved.

Next came the cocktail party.

Chu Wuyang leaned against the corner alone, her wine glass untouched, her expression calm but unable to conceal the gloom in her heart. Her gaze was fixed on a spot not far away—the place that had always been the most eye-catching focus of the entire room.

Surrounded by the crowd, Jing Min exuded a calm and noble aura, her words carrying an inherent authority. Beside her, Mo Sangyu wore a light champagne gold gown, its fitted cut highlighting her mixed-race features. Her eyes were clear, her smile gentle, as if she were born to be the leading lady of this occasion.

When someone offered her a toast, Jingmin raised his hand to stop them, his tone natural.

"My wife can't hold her liquor, so I'll drink it for her."

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