Lin Xiao felt a slight tightness in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face and smiled, "Brother, you mean Feng Qi, right? Actually, Feng Qi and I are related by blood."
Chen Rong had actually heard about this before, and feigned surprise, saying, "So that's how it is! What a coincidence! No wonder my sister came to you; she's so stubborn, she actually likes two brothers. Hehehe..."
Song Qingliu's heart tightened. This Chen Rong was clearly deliberately trying to sow discord between her and Lin Xiao.
She glanced at Lin Xiao's expression and, seeing that he didn't react, breathed a slight sigh of relief.
A moment later.
Chen Jingyao and his son Chen Rong were already seated in the living room, with Lin Xiao and Song Qingliu sitting beside them.
Sister Wang has already served everyone a cup of tea.
The air was filled with the aroma of tea, and the incense burner in the room emitted a sweet and fragrant scent of osmanthus.
The atmosphere became somewhat somber for a moment.
Chen Jingyao was very vigilant and didn't drink any of the tea from Ziwei Garden. He just calmly watched Song Qingliu and Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao picked up his teacup and took two sips.
Song Qingliu also took a sip before speaking slowly, "Dad, brother, I'm planning to marry Lin Xiao."
Chen Jingyao raised his thick eyebrows slightly, grunted, and said calmly, "This is a good thing. Men should marry when they are of age and women should marry when they are of age. Just tell me what you want, and I will have your brother take care of it for you."
The meaning is clear: marriage is possible, and material support is available. As for other things, such as the position of the head of the Song family, there is no room for negotiation.
Song Qingliu had long anticipated Chen Jingyao's attitude. Although she was angry and resentful inside, she remained calm on the surface.
"Thank you, Dad. Thank you, brother," Song Qingliu said softly. Then, she turned the emerald ring on her left index finger, her eyes flashing slightly, before taking the ring off and placing it on the coffee table. "Dad, Lin Xiao and I have decided to get married. I'm giving you this ring, which symbolizes the head of the Song family, in exchange for one hundred million yuan in cash. Do you agree?"
Chen Jingyao's eyes gleamed. Although he had now taken control of the Song Group, legally, his daughter Song Qingliu was the rightful heir.
He used all his connections and resources to suppress his daughter, barely managing to maintain the current situation.
After all, she's a daughter. No matter how capable she is, what can she do?
Still, they still have to get married and have children, right?
Rather than letting the Song family's vast fortune fall into the hands of someone with a different surname, it would be better to entrust it to the father and son to manage, keeping the wealth within the family.
This ring represents the power of the person in charge of the Song family. Once he has this ring, he can rightfully take control of the Song Group.
Outsiders no longer dared to comment on his actions.
Chen Jingyao's expression relaxed slightly. "One hundred million in cash is a bit too much. It will take some time to allocate it. Since there are no witnesses, it would be better to write a transfer agreement for you to give this ring to your father. It will be clear and in black and white."
Song Qingliu deliberately feigned hesitation, "I can write a gift contract, but Father must raise 100 million in cash within three days."
Chen Jingyao thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."
Lin Xiao deliberately probed, "The Song Group is worth 50 billion, Qingliu, you only want 100 million, isn't that too little?"
Song Qingliu hesitated for a moment, then took the ring back and rubbed it in her hand, as if considering whether to raise the price again.
Seeing this, Chen Rong quickly interjected, "Brother-in-law, you don't understand. Market value and cash flow are not the same thing. One hundred million in cash is a lot. After all, the group needs to operate, and every major project requires an investment of over one billion."
Lin Xiao said, "But the Song Group should have belonged to Qingliu in the first place! I still think you should raise the price again, at least five hundred million. One percent is very reasonable."
Song Qingliu chimed in, "Dad, I also think Lin Xiao makes a good point. I'd like to exchange this ring for 500 million in cash. If it's inconvenient to pay in full at once, you can pay me in installments. I don't mind."
Chen Jingyao's face turned cold: "Five hundred million is too much. Two hundred million at most. That's all. If you agree, we'll draft the contract now. If you don't agree, we'll leave now."
Song Qingliu quickly grabbed Chen Jingyao and said softly, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say. Two hundred million it is."
Lin Xiao deliberately fanned the flames, saying, "Qingliu, two hundred million is really a bit too little. Why don't you reconsider? After all, you can't get back the ring you gave away."
Chen Rong advised, "Brother-in-law, don't be too greedy. Two hundred million in cash is enough for you two to live a life of luxury. Besides, with Feng Qi gone missing, the Feng family's fortune will be yours sooner or later. You're destined to enjoy a life of happiness anyway, so be content."
Lin Xiao remained silent for a moment, feigning that he had been persuaded.
It was also thanks to Lin Xiao's interference that Chen Jingyao, with his cunning and suspicious nature, would not have been in such a hurry to draft the contract.
Song Qingliu said, "Let's go to the study and type on the computer. There's a printer in the study."
Chen Jingyao and his son, without suspecting anything, followed him upstairs.
As they went upstairs, Lin Xiao deliberately continued to provoke Chen Jingyao, "Dad, how about this? You can give us another five percent of the group's annual net profit, how about that?"
Chen Rong: "Brother-in-law, we've already agreed on this, so don't go back on your word. We're all adults, and we need to be responsible for our words. Let's go with 200 million, and don't change it again."
Lin Xiao pretended to be unwilling to give up, "How about two percent, Dad?"
Chen Jingyao didn't want to pay a single penny more, his face dark and silent. He couldn't wait to sign the contract and leave.
That's why the cunning Chen Jingyao didn't notice the strange atmosphere on the second floor.
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