The familiar voice reached Master Shen's ears. He turned his head in a daze and saw Shen Tinghe standing there unharmed in the bright sunlight.
Shen Tinghe wore a black high-end custom suit, which made his figure look tall and domineering. As he slowly walked, an endless sense of oppression came over him.
He came to Lin Qingtong's side, and his chilling aura instantly transformed into the warmth of the spring sun.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. I was just taking care of some things."
Lin Qingtong smiled, and gasps of astonishment rose and fell around her.
Shen Tingting stared intently at Shen Tinghe in front of her, rubbed her eyes, and asked.
"Why am I seeing my uncle? Am I hallucinating?"
Shen Tinghe smiled faintly and reached out to tap him on the forehead.
Does it hurt?
Shen Tingting chuckled, clutching her forehead, and replied, "It hurts!"
Then, filled with excitement and joy, she jumped up and down on the spot, swinging Lin Qingtong's arm, her laughter loud and cheerful.
"Haha, Uncle is alright, that's great! I knew something like to say that someone as capable as Uncle couldn't possibly get into trouble."
She turned to look at Second Master Shen, and said arrogantly, "Second Uncle, what are you going to do with us now?"
The moment Master Shen saw Shen Tinghe appear, his face darkened to the point of murder, and he stared intently at him.
After a long while, he finally spoke through gritted teeth.
"This was all part of your scheme?"
Shen Tinghe stood there with one hand in his pocket, his expression indifferent and aloof to the extreme.
"If you hadn't attacked me first, why would I have retaliated?"
Master Shen suddenly laughed out loud, "What's the point of you putting on this show? I've already taken control of all the foreign companies."
"Shen Tinghe, you've completely lost your mind over a woman. It's time for you to step down and give way to a more capable person."
After he finished speaking, I thought Shen Tinghe would show a look of grief or surprise, but he remained calm and composed as always.
Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows that reflected on the enormous black and white photograph.
Shen Tinghe stood there, with the photograph behind him, making the scene appear particularly eerie and unsettling.
A half-smile curled up on his thin lips.
"Second brother, answer the phone."
Upon hearing this, Master Shen paused for a moment, then replied sarcastically, "Where did this phone call come from!"
But the next second, his phone vibrated and a caller ID popped up.
Master Shen felt a vague unease and was reluctant to answer the phone.
Shen Tinghe casually remarked, "Could it be that Second Brother deserted his post?"
Lin Qingtong chimed in from the side, "He's scared."
The two men's back-and-forth conversation reached Master Shen's ears, and the surrounding guests' burning gazes were fixed on him, all waiting to see the show.
They never expected Shen Tinghe to suddenly come back to life.
But all of this seems to have become quite interesting, as Second Master Shen actually seized Shen Tinghe's assets.
They appeared to be evenly matched, but they also sensed that Shen Tinghe's aura was even more formidable.
Under the gaze of these people, Master Shen's face turned pale and then red, and he finally forced a rebuttal.
"I'll accept it."
So he decisively answered the phone, but before he could even hear what the person on the other end was saying, a figure rushed into the courtyard and couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Second Master, something terrible has happened! The debt collectors have come knocking on our door."
Upon hearing this, Master Shen froze on the spot and subconsciously asked, "When did I start owing money? How much do I owe?"
Before that person could answer Master Shen's question, Shen Tinghe's voice rang out softly.
"It's not much, only 10 billion."
Upon hearing this, Master Shen immediately shouted, "What? When did I owe so much? Don't wrong me!"
"I think it's because you owe me money that you're deliberately framing me. Shen Tinghe, don't go too far."
Shen Tinghe raised an eyebrow and chuckled, a cold glint flashing in his deep, pool-like eyes, without directly answering Second Master Shen's question.
The person who rushed in from the side swallowed hard and whispered an explanation in his ear.
"Second Master, you do indeed owe that much. The other party has already come with the IOU, saying it's owed by a foreign company, and you are now the president of that company."
Master Shen froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.
He immediately realized that all of this was a setup by Shen Tinghe, from the car accident to the company, and now to this very moment.
"Shen Tinghe, you are utterly despicable and shameless."
He pointed at Shen Tinghe, his finger trembling uncontrollably, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.
Before he could rush forward to settle accounts with Shen Tinghe, more than a dozen burly men in black rushed into the courtyard, including many foreigners.
Leading the group was a man with long curly hair, wearing a flashy pink suit, who slowly walked in, a thin cigarette between his fingers.
"Hey, it's lively here. Let me introduce myself, my name is William East."
He glanced at the black and white photo out of the corner of his eye, then looked at Shen Tinghe and immediately became interested.
"What's going on? Is it now common in China to attend one's own funeral?"
Shen Tinghe simply blocked Lin Qingtong silently and calmly uttered a sentence.
"You can also participate in your own."
William of the East waved his hand and burst into laughter, his hearty and cheerful laughter echoing throughout the courtyard.
He was smiling, but everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Shen Tingting asked in a low voice, "Who is Dongfang William? Why is everyone so afraid of him?"
Lin Qingtong stared at Dongfang William in front of her, her gaze darkening.
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