Hua Rong originally thought that he would have to use some means—such as smashing up the Paramount Ballroom—before he could see Zhao Jing'an.

But to his surprise, after hearing his words, the matchmaker said, "Master has been waiting for Young Master Fang at the Paramount for a long time."

Following this, they led him up to the third floor of the Paramount Ballroom, a place rarely visited by anyone.

However, when the matchmaker saw Leng Huaqing behind Hua Rong and a group of armed men, she said, "My master only said he was meeting with Young Master Fang."

Before Hua Rong could speak, Fang Er objected: "Your master only wants to see our young master. Is he afraid, or is he feeling guilty?"

The matchmaker didn't answer, she just looked at Hua Rong.

Hua Rong said, "I can leave them behind, but I can't do without Hua Qing right now. Go tell your master that Hua Qing must come up with me."

"Young Master!" Fang Yuan disapproved of Hua Rong taking the risk.

Hua Rong raised his hand. "My mind is made up. You can wait down here."

After exchanging a glance, Fang Yuan and Fang Er stepped back and said, "We can wait downstairs, but if the young master doesn't come down within an hour, I will have to return to the manor and inform the commander."

These words were not only spoken to Hua Rong, but also to the matchmaker.

The matchmaker glanced at Leng Huaqing and bowed her head, saying, "Please follow me upstairs."

Hua Rong nodded and went upstairs with Leng Huaqing.

"Please come in."

The matchmaker pushed open a door, and Hua Rong, without any hesitation, went straight in with Leng Huaqing.

Once inside, they saw a pale-faced, beardless man sitting on the sofa, who looked rather timid.

Two people were sitting next to him.

Hua Rong knew them all.

One is Ren Yuan, and the other is Little Butterfly.

Upon seeing Hua Rong, the man immediately stood up, took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed.

"Young Master Fang, I've long admired your name."

Hua Rong sat down directly without returning the greeting.

"Mr. Zhao, I've long admired your name."

Zhao Jing'an's expression didn't change at all when he saw Hua Rong acting this way.

You can tell at a glance that he is a very shrewd and calculating person.

"I heard that Young Master Fang likes Little Butterfly, so I specially asked Little Butterfly to come up and keep Young Master Fang company today. But I didn't expect that Young Master Fang would actually bring a beauty up with him."

Hua Rong smiled, not even glancing at the little butterfly.

"What do you mean by 'bringing beauty'? This person is just a maid I'm used to. Besides, Boss Zhao should have heard that I have a fiancée."

Zhao Jing'an smiled meaningfully and pushed the little butterfly next to Hua Rong.

"So what if he has a fiancée? Do women care what men do outside of their marriages?"

Hua Rong pushed Xiao Hudie away directly, his expression turning cold: "Boss Zhao, I've already said that I have a fiancée."

The smile on Zhao Jing'an's face also disappeared.

The smiles on Little Butterfly's and Ren Yuan's faces also disappeared.

The little butterfly was heartbroken; that heartless young master Fang.

However, after not visiting for several months, they treated her like a stranger.

Little Butterfly automatically ignored the fact that Hua Rong hadn't been very close to her before.

"Young Master Fang, what are you saying? Didn't you say before that you liked Little Butterfly's gentleness and thoughtfulness the most?"

Ren Yuan scoffed, directly using Hua Rong's previous words to shut him up.

Hua Rong snorted coldly and looked at Zhao Jing'an: "What does Boss Zhao mean by this? A woman who smiles at everyone has the right to interrupt our conversation?"

Ren Yuan's face darkened, but one look from Zhao Jing'an made her unable to speak again.

But deep down, he hated Hua Rong.

Leng Huaqing watched this scene with great confusion in his heart.

How incompetent must the historians of her time have been to pair up these two people who were clearly at odds?

They even claimed that Ren Yuan thought Hua Rong was dead, which is why she committed suicide for love.

Forehead.

She could tell that Ren Yuan clearly wished Hua Rong dead.

"Alright, you may all leave."

"yes."

Ren Yuan and Little Butterfly dared not act recklessly anymore.

Ren Yuan was afraid of making Zhao Jing'an angry, while Xiao Hudie was afraid of both of them.

After Ren Yuan and Little Butterfly left, Zhao Jing'an looked at Leng Huaqing.

"It seems that Young Master Fang likes to discuss business with women."

This statement already carries a somewhat derogatory connotation.

Leng Huaqing didn't look at him, but whispered to Hua Rong, "Should I go out and wait for the young master?"

Hua Rong waved his hand: "Boss Zhao, don't compare my girl to the women here."

If Zhao Jing'an still can't realize that Hua Rong is targeting him...

He also found it difficult to open such a profitable Paramount in Guangbei.

It's important to know that the Paramount Ballroom isn't just in Jiangcheng.

Paramount Ballrooms can be found in many cities throughout Guangbei.

He no longer dwelled on Leng Huaqing's existence, after all, he was just a servant.

"Young Master Fang has a lot of opinions about me."

Hua Rong snorted coldly: "If Boss Zhao hadn't told the people of Wuliang Mountain, I probably wouldn't have gone through such a dangerous situation before."

Zhao Jing'an fell silent; he clearly hadn't expected Hua Rong to be so blunt.

"I thought Mr. Zhao would deny it, but I didn't expect him to admit it."

Zhao Jing'an nodded helplessly: "This was indeed my fault, but since Young Master Fang is safe now, why don't we just let this matter drop?"

Hua Rong felt a chill run down his spine; he was indeed somewhat caught off guard by Zhao Jing'an's direct admission.

Because of this, Zhao Jing'an essentially sold out his cousin Zhao Liang—Fang Shikai's deputy commander.

Without Zhao Liang's people planted in the Marshal's Mansion, how could Zhao Jing'an have known his whereabouts?

"If Vice Marshal Zhao were here, he'd probably be crying," Hua Rong said sarcastically.

Zhao Jing'an wore a smile, but to Hua Rong, he seemed like a demon who could kill without shedding blood.

“He did something wrong, so he should be punished.”

Hua Rong sneered.

Zhao Jing'an felt that Zhao Liang's mistake was definitely not inquiring about the Marshal's Mansion.

He probably thought Zhao Liang was useless, unable to handle such a small matter.

If things had gone well, Hua Rong would now be in Zhao Jing'an's hands.

Moreover, the entire Marshal's Mansion is now finished.

At this moment, it will be Zhao Liang who sits in the position of the Grand Marshal of Guangbei.

The temptation of success was too great, leading Zhao Liang to take the risk.

And what about Zhao Jing'an?

From beginning to end, nothing was lost.

Hua Rong stood up, placed his hands on the low table, and approached Zhao Jing'an, saying, "Boss Zhao, I'm fine. But because of what you did, my fiancée almost died."

Zhao Jing'an smiled faintly and buttoned up the top button: "It seems that Young Master Fang cares a lot about his fiancée."

Hua Rong squinted and stared at Zhao Jing'an for a while before sitting down again.

"Of course, I like her very much."

Zhao Jing'an glanced at Hua Rong with some doubt, then chuckled after a moment: "Since Young Master Fang already knew it was my fault, why did you choose to come here alone? Aren't you afraid that I'll leave you here?"

"You can't keep me here," Hua Rong said confidently. "Besides, Zhao Liang has already made amends enough for Boss Zhao. I'm here today to make a deal with Boss Zhao!"

"Oh? I'm all ears."