So what… So what…
Mr. An took a step back in dejection. It was unbelievable, unbelievable.
"Mr. Yong, the Yong and Lin families have been upright for generations, both generals and officials, without a single blemish. Do you have to be so irrational?"
He tried to persuade her with the last glimmer of hope.
Yong Zhixu's eyes were calm. "Since I have seen my fate, there is no point in returning."
"Since I have seen my destiny, there is no point in returning..." Old Master An muttered these eight words in a low voice, looked at Yong Zhixu, and then looked at Tang Xili.
"Hahaha..." Suddenly, he laughed.
After a lifetime of hard work in the business world, in the end, he realized the hopelessness and powerlessness of the class gap.
It’s not like I haven’t experienced this before, but this time, it’s really deep, a chasm that I can’t cross.
"Let's go." Old Master An waved to the other members of the An family.
Gu Yuqing, who had recovered from the severe pain, shouted unwillingly, "Dad, you can't just let this bitch go..."
Old Master An didn't want to let her go, but what could he do? Kill Tang Xili and then bury the An family and An's family with her?
It’s better to keep fighting. As long as you’re still alive, there’s hope!
Being alive is better than being dead.
He said nothing more, bent his hunched body, picked up his crutch, and hobbled away.
“Grandpa…”
"dad……"
The three younger generations of the An family quickly caught up with the old man. They had seen how crazy Tang Xili was. The elders couldn't do anything about her, so they'd better not do anything stupid.
An Zhixue and An Minghui looked at Tang Xili hatefully, then followed the old man away without saying a word.
Gu Yuqing was dragged out by An Minghe.
With hatred on her face, she pointed to the heavens and swore, "Tang Xili, I will not let you go. In this life, in the next life, and forever!"
Seeing her hateful like that, Tang Xili found it funny. "A bunch of executioners, what qualifications do you have to talk to me about reincarnation? Even if I die and go to hell, I will step on your corpses in my reincarnation."
She walked to An Qian's tombstone, looked down from above, and kicked a pile of neatly arranged chrysanthemums into disarray. "Don't even think about having an easy life after you die."
This move is very bad.
But Yong Zhixu felt that whatever she did was reasonable.
When this thought flashed through his mind, he was stunned. It turns out that loving someone really makes you lose your mind.
He glanced at the flowers in his hand and threw them away casually.
He lifted up his leather shoes, which had a little wet mud on the soles, and stepped on the chrysanthemum.
The next moment, he threw the umbrella in his hand into the rain. She liked to get wet in the rain, so he would accompany her.
The path of a different path is also the path back home.
Tang Xili caught a glimpse of the man throwing away his umbrella, and she stopped kicking her feet and turned her head to look over.
The drizzle fell on the man, soaking his clothes and staining his hair.
He was like a devout believer, waiting in front of the statue of his faith, with a calm face and a peaceful heart.
Tang Xili stared at her. The rain had soaked her hair completely, and it flowed down the porcelain-white skin of her forehead, over her brow bones and eyelashes.
Her eyes were a little dazed, and she always felt that this scene was familiar.
It’s like I’ve seen it in a dream or in a distant life.
A strong and unprecedented feeling surged up from the depths of her soul and quietly knocked on the door of her heart.
This wasn't the first time; the first time they met, he was handing her a knife.
Every time, he helped her unconditionally without asking why.
She couldn't ignore it anymore.
"The world is bustling with people, all for profit. The world is bustling with people, all for profit. What are you after?"
She couldn't believe that there would be someone who would help another person so selflessly without assuming anything in return.
"Mr. Yong, what exactly are you trying to do?"
In the cold rain, Yong Zhixu shuddered, thinking that she had noticed his feelings, but when he looked closely at her eyes, they were full of suspicion and sharpness.
The man smiled. What did he want? He just wanted her.
He wanted to tell her loudly, but it was not the right time.
Confession is a hymn to mutual love and the end of one-sided love.
He didn't want to end up in love without being able to get it.
"I'm after profit." Yong Zhixu concealed the emotion in his eyes and met Tang Xili's gaze. "Miss Tang Xi, I have a cooperation that I want to discuss with you."
"Cooperation?" Tang Xili blinked, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt. "What cooperation?"
The man thought for a moment, then hesitated. "I heard a new oil field was discovered on Wangyou Island in the South Seas three months ago. I'm offering 100 billion to buy one-third of the mining rights."
"Mining rights?" Tang Xili raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of businessman's shrewdness. "Mr. Yong is indeed a good president who works for the country and the people."
One-third of the mining rights, once the oil field is mined, the returns will increase dozens of times.
Yong Zhixu gave her a look that convinced her that he was only interested in profit. "Ms. Tangxi, I have pledged my loyalty to my country. It is my duty to work for its benefit."
"Okay!" Tang Xili nodded. "Since Mr. Yong is so honest, I will agree. However, from now on, we will not owe each other anything."
"Are we still friends then?" When the man heard the words 'nothing is owed to each other', he felt a sudden panic in his heart, and suddenly wondered if he had made a wrong move.
Faced with his question, Tang Xili remained silent.
Are we still friends?
She narrowed her eyes, and her heart suddenly felt lonely. No one had ever said to her, "It's more important to save you first."
No one ever wiped her tears when she cried or wished her happiness.
"Mr. Yong..." Tang Xili called the man softly, her voice somewhat ethereal. "When did you start seeking profit? From the second time we met, or the third time?"
"One last time."
The man's answer was beyond Tang Xili's expectations.
The last time, wasn’t that just now?
The misty little deer eyes widened slightly, and looked into Yong Zhixu's eyes with some inquiry, as if trying to see through those bottomless pupils to see whether he was telling the truth or a lie.
But the rain was coming down harder and she couldn't see clearly.
She remembered the aphrodisiac incident; his help was not fake...
The friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water. If you only seek profit, that's fine.
"Mr. Yong, it's raining heavily. Aren't you going back?"
Yong Zhixu's tense nerves relaxed at once, revealing a gentle smile, "Yes, Miss Tangxi, please."
The two walked side by side in the rain and walked out of the cemetery together...
——
After Mr. An returned to the An family, he asked his eldest son to prepare a private plane as soon as he entered the door, and immediately sent Wang Tiantian, Wang Xinglin and An Youcheng abroad.
One was sent to Country F, one was sent to Country M, and one was sent to Australia.
Don't put all your eggs in one basket.
His grandchildren must be safe.
An Minghe knew that this matter could not be delayed any longer, so he immediately asked the servants to pack up the things for the young masters and young ladies.
An Minghui and An Zhixue sat next to the old man, looking dejected.
"Dad, isn't there anything we can do?"
Old Master An closed his eyes and remained silent as if in a trance.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, stood up and said, "Minghui, accompany me to visit Mr. Yong..."
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