Ning Bing'an's gaze was icy: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Cha Meiling gracefully crossed her arms: "Don't be angry. After all, only I, as the adopted daughter of the Ning family, have experienced what you have experienced, and I truly understand your situation and the resentment and anger in your heart as the adopted son of the Ning family."
“What you want, Ning Yuan can’t give you, and those so-called relatives in the Ning family certainly won’t give you either. But if we cooperate, I guarantee that you will definitely get a share of the Ning family’s ‘cake,’ and it will be a real, tangible share that you can actually swallow. No empty promises.”
Ning Bing'an let out a very soft sneer—
“Cha Meiling, you, the adopted daughter of the Ning family, are different from me. Back when the Cha family was at its peak, you were the Ning family’s undisputed future matriarch, the apple of everyone’s eye in both families. At that time, when you saw me, you wouldn’t even glance at me for a second, as if I were an ant on the roadside!”
Ning Bing'an's mocking words were like knives—
"Although your marriage to Ning Bingyu is an arranged one, you grew up by his side and have been with him since you were eighteen. He may seem cold-hearted, but with the Cha family gone, he has been bearing the pressure from his family and insisted on marrying you, declaring in the industry that you are the only eldest daughter-in-law of the Ning family."
"If you hadn't been blinded by greed, made a mistake, and betrayed him, you would still be the high and mighty eldest daughter-in-law of the Ning family. Why would you need to come here to talk about cooperation with me, the 'adopted son' you've always looked down upon?"
Cha Meiling's hidden pain was touched, and a shadow of gloom flashed across her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper ambition and ruthlessness.
She sneered coldly, "Ha, the matriarch of the Ning family? A matriarch of the Ning family who exists in name only and could be overthrown at any time, do you think I care about her?"
Ning Bing'an interrupted her with a cold look in his eyes: "Stop with your pretentious nonsense. I'm not afraid of your empty promises. I'll just remind you one thing: don't try anything funny in front of me."
He suddenly swung the knife around and chopped up the beautiful cake he had just made—
"I have plenty of ways to deal with people who dare to mess with me."
Despite being splattered with cream, Cha Meiling smiled instead of getting angry: "Brother Bing'an is indeed a man of great things. Well then, I'll give you some news as a token of my sincerity in this cooperation—now, you can start shorting Jialin Group's stock."
"Revealing inside information is illegal, but I'm willing to take a small risk."
She slowly wiped the cream off her face, put it in her mouth, and winked at him: "After all, the cake is really sweet and tempting, isn't it?"
Ning Bing'an looked sharply at Cha Meiling, his gaze filled with scrutiny and suspicion—
"Short Jialin? Cha Meiling, have you forgotten that your godfather, Chen Jingsong, is currently doing everything he can to boost Jialin's stock price and stabilize market confidence? You want me to short it now?"
Cha Meiling smiled even more brightly. She walked to the broken cake, picked up a spoon, and scooped a small piece of cake into a plate.
This time, Ning Bing'an did not stop her.
She scooped up a small piece with her silver fork and put it in her mouth: "Brother Bing'an's cooking is really good, even better than those Michelin three-star pastry chefs."
She ate her cake as she slowly walked out of the kitchen—
“Brother Bing’an, if you really trust me, then go all out… Don’t just focus on Jialin, short the Ning family too. When the big fish are slaughtered and bleed dry, everyone can get a good meal.”
After saying that, she waved to Ning Bing'an and swayed away from the kitchen, leaving behind only the sweet aroma of cake and her chilling words.
Ning Bing'an stood alone in the center of the kitchen, still holding the spatula covered in cream.
He looked down at the cake he had smashed; the red strawberry filling juice slowly oozed from the broken pieces, like blood.
That handsome face, which was always as clear and bright as a gentle breeze and a bright moon, was now filled with a complex and gloomy expression.
Like the sky before a storm.
"Short-selling Jialin and... Ning's?"
(Short selling is a financial trading strategy in which investors sell assets they do not actually hold (such as stocks, futures, foreign exchange, etc.), hoping to buy them back at a lower price after the price falls, thereby profiting from the price difference.)
...
Cha Meiling left the Regent Hotel in a very good mood.
Ning Bing'an will soon get the Jade Chili Pepper, which means that she will also get the Jade Chili Pepper.
She had her secretary drive her to a high-end restaurant, where she ordered a table of exquisite French cuisine and opened a bottle of top-quality champagne.
As dusk settled, slightly tipsy, Cha Meiling contentedly had her secretary escort her home.
Back in her luxurious apartment, she hummed a cheerful English tune as she unlocked the door.
With a "click," she casually turned on the crystal chandelier switch in the living room.
Soft, bright light instantly filled the entire luxurious living room.
However, the next second, Cha Meiling's smile and the singing in her mouth both froze.
On the large Italian-imported genuine leather sofa in the living room, a man was sitting.
The man was wearing a black shirt and trousers, and holding an open newspaper in his hand.
Without looking up, he asked in an icy voice, "Where did you go?"
Cha Meiling's smile froze instantly. She hadn't expected Zhou Yan to be waiting for her here.
After a few seconds, she gracefully walked over and sat down next to him: "Ayan, I'm really happy, very happy. This is your first time visiting my home."
Zhou Yan didn't respond to her tenderness. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and asked, "What did you go looking for Ning Bing'an for?"
Cha Meiling's eyes darted around, and a half-smile curled at the corner of her lips: "You sent someone to follow me? Are you worried about my safety?"
Zhou Yan looked at her, his beautiful phoenix eyes like icy knives: "Answer my question."
Cha Meiling's smile faded, her voice tinged with grievance: "I just went to him to ask about the Ning family. They've been making quite a stir lately, and I wanted to find out more."
Zhou Yan's voice was cold and stern: "What have you found out? This is not within the scope of your mission."
Cha Meiling took out an exquisite ashtray from under the coffee table and gently placed it in front of Zhou Yan: "Ning Bing'an told me that he and Ning Yuan will soon have their own child."
She brushed a stray hair from her temple with her slender hand and smiled: "They are planning their honeymoon. They don't use contraception when they go to bed. They are trying to conceive and asked me to recommend some supplements and doctors that can help with fertility."
Zhou Yan paused.
The next second, he crushed and extinguished the burning cigarette butt in his palm!
The sparks burned the flesh with a faint sizzling sound, and a burnt smell mixed with the smell of tobacco filled the air.
He simply held the lit cigarette in his palm, extinguishing the flame in his hand.
Zhou Yan showed no sign of pain, not even a furrowed brow, as if the hand wasn't his own.
The pain in his palm made the veins on his forehead stand out, and his eyes surged with a terrifying ferocity.
Looking at him like this, Cha Meiling felt a secret sense of satisfaction.
It must be sad, it must be painful!!
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