Chapter 394 Shang Shiyan's mess was much bigger than hers!



Chapter 394 Shang Shiyan's mess was much bigger than hers!

"Knock knock—"

Just then, loud footsteps came from the doorway.

The next second.

The door opened, and several bodyguards with guns walked in first.

"..."

Pei Jinwu and Shang Shiyan turned around at the same time and saw a tall, handsome man following behind the bodyguard.

The man wore a black trench coat, had short, neat hair, deep-set features, and wore silver-rimmed glasses on his nose—a typical look of a refined scoundrel.

"Island Master, this is Shang Shiyan, the president of the Shang Group."

The subordinate spoke respectfully.

"..."

Shen Huaijin slightly raised his head, his gaze falling on the people in front of him.

Wind blows, wind stops, Shang Dynasty inkstone...

Each one passed in a second.

Upon seeing Pei Jinwu, the man subtly paused, his cool eyes narrowing slightly, adding a touch of depth.

Watch for a few seconds.

I watched it for a few more seconds with great interest.

"What are you looking at?"

Feeling displeased by Shen Huaijin's stare, Pei Jinwu spoke coldly.

Could this guy have recognized her?

But that shouldn't be the case.

Shang Shiyan's mess was much bigger than hers.

You have to recognize him first to know who he is.

"Island Lord Shen has mistaken you for someone else."

Shang Shiyan noticed something was wrong with the other person. He placed his broad hand on Pei Jinwu's waist and said in a steady voice, "I am Shang Shiyan."

"What brings you here, Master Shang?"

After a moment of silence, the man slowly withdrew his gaze, raised his eyelids slightly, and couldn't help but glance at the girl beside him a few more times.

"I'd like to discuss a deal with Island Master Shen."

Shang Shiyan looked at Shen Huaijin, his thin lips curling into a smile, his voice low and cold.

What's going on?

The owner of the sunken island seemed quite interested in the mist.

Could it be that he's taken a liking to Wuwu?

Thinking of this, a thick layer of cold air quickly enveloped the man.

"trade?"

Hearing this, Shen Huaijin lit a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and casually spoke:

"What kind of deal could there be between Independent Island and the Shang Consortium?"

They've always kept to themselves.

"I want a plant." Shang Shiyan got straight to the point, placed the photo on the table, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his long legs with an air of superiority: "As far as I know, the A-N0 plant has appeared on Independence Island."

“I am willing to pay a high price to buy the seedlings provided by the owner of the sunken island.”

"this……"

The man crossed his legs, smoking a cigarette, and glanced at the other man indifferently: "How did you find out, Master Shang?"

"That's my business."

Shang Shiyan curled his thin lips and said slowly, "Island Lord Shen, name your price."

What price are you offering?

Shen Huaijin lowered his eyes slightly, a hint of amusement in his indifferent gaze, and said in a deep voice, "Other things might work, but this won't."

"Why?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Jinwu, who had been quiet, suddenly spoke up.

"..."

Shen Huaijin's gaze was drawn to her again, fixing on her face, and he said unhurriedly, "No is an excuse."

"..."

Pei Jinwu pursed her lips, her fists clenched.

Unexpected.

So many years have passed, and Mr. Shen's temper is still as bad and stubborn as ever.

"Lord Shen Island, perhaps you should reconsider."

Shang Shiyan gently patted the little girl's head, then peeled a mango-flavored candy and fed it to her, trying to soothe her.

He was genuinely afraid that the girl would jump up and shout, "I won't sell! I'll scatter your ashes!"

There's no need to consider it.

Shen Huaijin refused without hesitation, stood up, and glanced at his subordinates beside him: "Show the guest out."

"Yes, island lord."

His subordinates gestured to Pei Jinwu and Shang Shiyan, inviting them to join in.

Before the two could speak again, Shen Huaijin had already disappeared.

Let's go.

Shang Shiyan leaned down and approached the pouting, angry girl, gently soothing her: "His answer proves that this thing exists."

Otherwise, they would say: No.

"That's why I didn't say anything harsh to this pretentious guy," Pei Jinwu said coldly, grinding her teeth.

Replace everything.

If you can take action, try not to make noise.

“This herb seems to be very important to him.” Shang Shiyan supported Pei Jinwu’s waist and led her outside. “It’s okay, we’ll try again.”

If money can't sway them, try other approaches.

people.

There are always shortcomings.

"otherwise……"

Pei Jinwu walked along, her face contorted with displeasure: "Why don't you bombard him a few more times?"

If the soft approach doesn't work, then the hard one will.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shang Shiyan was amused by her and pinched her waist. He said softly, "Shen Huaijin is the kind of person who won't listen to reason. The more you make him angry, the more he will go against you."

"What if I destroy something in a fit of anger?"

"Hasn't Miss Ghost suffered this loss before?"

"..."

Pei Jinwu was speechless.

That's true.

When the two were fighting over medicinal herbs, Shen Huaijin showed absolutely no mercy.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been provoked and taken everything from him.

"Then let's talk again."

Pei Jinwu took a deep breath and tried her best to be a good-tempered person for the sake of her fourth sister.

——

Not far away.

Top floor.

Shen Huaijin, holding a cup of coffee, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, squinting at the people in front of the car.

Especially that girl.

Her voice and appearance even bear a resemblance to Qianhua.

"Island Lord, Madam has arrived." In a daze, the door behind me opened.

Shen Huaijin turned around and saw a beautiful girl with a graceful figure, carrying a pot full of soil, walking towards him with a bright smile.

"Madam, this is all mud..."

The attacker was quite frightened; the island owner is a germaphobe.

"Don't touch it." Shen Qianhua dodged the hand that was reaching for her, and the smile on her face disappeared.

"Let her in."

Shen Huaijin subconsciously stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers, and a gentle smile appeared on his originally cold face.

"Yes." He left, also delivering the package to the door.

"A gift for me?"

Shen Huaijin caught the dirty flowerpot with one hand and held Shen Qianhua's hand with the other, his voice soft and gentle.

"Um."

The girl nodded vigorously, her clear eyes shining brightly, and she smiled innocently and radiantly: "It's for my husband."

“My dear Huahua.”

Shen Huaijin patted Shen Qianhua's head, his tone as if coaxing a child.

Isn't it just about coaxing a child?

Shen Qianhua was sent to the independent island in the same year as him.

His father had an affair, and the mistress came to visit, which angered his mother to death.

The funeral had barely ended when his mistress brazenly moved into his house and took over his mother's room.

He even felt it was bad luck and burned his mother's memorial tablet.

He was thirteen years old that year.

He personally dealt with this unrepentant mistress who had ruined his family.

My father was severely injured, fell ill, and soon passed away.

At this time, his relatives flocked to him and, in order to seize the family property, joined forces to send him to an independent island.

On the day he arrived on the island, he met Shen Qianhua.

At that time, she didn't have a name yet and was called "little fool".

Because of an accident that occurred the day after her death, she suffered severe brain trauma, and her IQ remained at the level of a six-year-old.

Parents and origins are unknown.

It is said that it was sent to Independence Island because it had repeatedly injured people and was deemed to have committed "violent acts".

Both being orphans from afar, the two became each other's support.

And then...

——

There's more.

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