Chapter 61 Cash on Delivery.
Prince Jing did not return until dinner.
Fan Congyun and Cai Zhi served him food with concern and inquired about his studies and living conditions at school.
Prince Jing is a man of few words. He will answer a question when his grandmother and mother ask him something, but if they ask too many questions, he simply pretends not to hear them.
When Jingge was serving himself soup, he inadvertently noticed a smudge of ink on his sleeve.
It looks like ink, the kind that can't be washed off.
The school uniform of No. 1 Middle School is white and green, so stains are very noticeable.
"Wash it with warm water and oxalic acid," she said casually.
Prince Jing nodded with his eyelids lowered.
“Take it off and Mom will wash it for you later,” Cai Zhi said, feeling sorry for him because he was studying so hard. “Eat some more.”
Prince Jing stood up: "I'll wash myself. I still have homework. I'll go back to my room first."
After saying that, the boy, whose height had increased dramatically that year, left the living room.
“This child,” Cai Zhi muttered, “is becoming less and less talkative.”
Jing's father put down his chopsticks and looked at Jing Ge: "You should have less contact with the Li family recently. I'm negotiating with them."
“…” Jing Ge was utterly disgusted. “What’s there to talk about? Haven’t you asked for enough?”
Jing's father: "That's not enough. Their family was in the wrong first..."
Watching his mouth move up and down, talking incessantly to himself, Jingge felt like he was going to throw up.
How can a person be so greedy?
Did Li Mushi anticipate that he would push his luck like this, but because of her boundless request, the Li family had no choice but to swallow this fly?
Jing Ge's eyes were dark: "I won't break off the engagement. You can return everything you received. I want to marry Li Zhan. When he comes back, you can all go and beg him to marry me."
"Stop thinking about it," Mr. Jing said sternly. "Things have come to this point, there's no turning back. We need to fight for the greatest possible benefit..."
Jing Ge slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "I'm going to marry him! You go beg Uncle Li, Mom, you go beg Aunt Man, Grandma, you go beg Grandma Li, I don't care, I have to marry him, if you won't beg me, I'll beg myself..."
Jing's father suddenly raised his voice: "You dare!!"
Jingge looked down at him condescendingly: "You'll see if I dare!"
"Alright!" Fan Congyun said impatiently. "We've talked about almost everything, and they've asked for quite a lot. The Li family is concerned about their reputation, which is why they gave us so much. The princess was right; they're not stupid. Don't lose the last bit of goodwill we have left."
When the elderly mother got angry, Jing's father's temper subsided a bit: "Is this all we're going to do?"
Fan Congyun: "Otherwise what?"
Jing's father: "Li Zhan hasn't returned yet..."
“Don’t you know that kid’s temper? What can you get from him?” Fan Congyun analyzed for him, “What if he makes a scene and tries to take everything back from you? He’s capable of handling that!”
Jingge felt extremely disgusted.
The restaurant was filled with the aroma of food, but the condiments were discussing how to plunder other people's property.
“Sister,” Prince Jing appeared by the door at some point, “come here for a moment, I have a question for you to look at.”
Jing Ge lifted his foot and left.
The room wasn't big, decorated in a typical boyish style, with black, white, and gray decor. Besides books, there was only a basketball worn white in the corner.
"What question?"
The bedroom was heated, and Prince Jing had already rolled up his sleeves to his forearms.
Jingge looked closely: "What happened to your arm?"
It's bluish-purple.
Prince Jing rolled up his sleeves to cover the bruise: "I bumped into it by accident."
"What caused the collision?" Jingge stared at him. "Did you get into a fight? Did you win or lose?"
Prince Jing: "Never mind that."
Jing Ge: "Is someone at school bullying you?"
Prince Jing ignored her words and took out a red book from his desk drawer: "Give it to the Li family."
"......"
This is the property certificate for the Jing family's house.
The property certificate is registered under the name of Prince Jing alone.
The property certificate has always been kept by him.
This clearly demonstrates the Jing family's expectations and affection for him.
"The rest," Prince Jing said expressionlessly, "I'll return them once they're in my hands."
Jingge fell silent.
Prince Jing: "I will repay what I owe Brother Zhan."
Jingge was stunned.
He was afraid that she would lose face in front of the Li family and Li Zhan.
“Who owes him? We don’t owe him anything,” Jing said. “We don’t owe him anything.”
Prince Jing did not respond.
Jing Ge: "Did you get into a fight with your classmates?"
Prince Jing: "Never mind."
Jing Ge: "I don't want to get involved, but if your mom and grandma see this..." it could cause a huge uproar.
Prince Jing: "Don't say it."
Jing Ge: "That means they're fighting."
"......"
Jing Ge: "Did you win?"
Prince Jing: "Hmm."
“Why?” Jingge asked, “because they mocked your name, mocked your family, or competed with your classmates for a girlfriend?”
Prince Jing said coldly, "Get out."
Jing Ge: "Did you win over your girlfriend?"
Prince Jing: "Name!"
“Oh,” Jingge said knowingly, “Once you’re an adult, you can change your own name.”
“No need,” Prince Jing said, bowing his head to work on his homework. “I will beat him until he dares not say a word.”
The boy sat under the lamp, his black hair tinged with a soft, velvety gold.
Before we knew it, he had grown up so much.
Jingge looked at it for a few seconds and said, "Thank you."
Of the entire Jing family, only he had considered her situation.
When they left the Jing family, it seemed that Jing's father and Fan Congyun had already discussed it. Fearing that things might change and Li Zhan might take back what they had gotten from the Li family, they planned to finalize the matter of dissolving the engagement the next day.
Upon arriving at the company dormitory, Jingge called a courier to pack up the property certificate and asked him to deliver it to the official residence.
It was handed over to Li Mushi.
After running the errand to the official residence, I called her: "The security guard wouldn't let me in, saying the owner wasn't home."
Jing Ge then sent Li Mushi a message: [Uncle, where are you?]
The Li Group's conference room was eerily silent, filled with a chilling atmosphere. The intense, high-density meetings over the past few days had left them exhausted yet on edge.
The bright conference room was filled with the bitter smell of black coffee.
Just then, Li Mushi's phone rang.
The executives looked up in alarm.
They all knew their boss's work ethic, yet he was using his phone during a meeting.
What shocked them even more was that the man in the center put down the documents in his hand and picked up his phone in full view of everyone.
I tapped it once: [?]
Jing Ge: [I sent you something, but you weren't home.]
Li Mushi: [What is that?]
Jing Ge: [Great stuff! Are you at the company? Should I have the delivery guy take a different route?]
Li Mushi frowned: [Recall them? No.]
Jing Ge didn't reply to him.
The meeting room fell silent as everyone cautiously observed his reaction.
Li Mushi calmly said, "Continue."
The person giving the report cleared their throat and had only said a couple of sentences when their boss tapped their phone screen again, as if checking for incoming messages.
No.
"...Boss," the executive said cautiously, "shall we continue?"
Li Mushi frowned slightly and simply clicked into the chat box.
There was indeed no reply.
Li Mushi could almost see her eyes reddening slightly, and then she silently resisted him.
He seemed to have a sudden impulse: "Work overtime, take me to the company."
After sending it, I added: 【Cash on delivery.】
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