"Does Fang Qiuji know about your arrangements?"
Evan Lin yawned and stretched lazily, his calm, indifferent demeanor landing squarely in Xuan Ling's eyes and making her visibly displeased.
"What does it matter whether she knows or not? We're her parents—everything we've arranged is for her sake. She'll never have to deal with groceries or count pennies, let alone struggle to survive or work herself to the bone."
Xuan Ling spoke matter-of-factly. In her eyes, the engagement Fang Qiuji had set up for Yolanda Fang was the perfect match—a top-tier alliance even by Oceanport City standards.
Besides, this kind of marriage not only lets Yolanda truly join a wealthy family, but also helps the Fang family push their influence even further in Oceanport.
It’s a win-win ending for everyone involved.
All these years, whether it was Xuan Ling or Fang Qiuji, they'd basically let Yolanda grow up on her own. Now that she's being brought back to Oceanport, it's all about grooming her for the future.
"Kids like you probably can't grasp how cruel society really is. Even if you graduate from a good high school and get into a decent university, let's say you land a job after college and make over ten thousand yuan a month—so what?"
"That kind of money only keeps you afloat. You have no idea how people like us think. Put it this way—I think you get my point."
Xuan Ling was trying to use money to make Evan Lin back off.
After all, even the assets of Charles Chen’s family couldn’t impress Xuan Ling, let alone Evan Lin—he was obviously not from a wealthy or powerful background.
"Maybe it doesn’t matter," Evan Lin nodded. "If you hadn’t come to talk to me about all this, then it wouldn’t matter. But since you did, I’ll get involved—just this once."
"As long as Yolanda doesn’t want to do something, no one can force her—not you, not Fang Qiuji."
Evan Lin’s calm words made Xuan Ling laugh. "Who do you think you are? Not even Wayne Wang has any right to meddle in our family affairs!"
"You still care about Wayne Wang, but to me, he’s nothing but dust—a trivial ant."
Xuan Ling’s face darkened with anger; she felt she couldn’t communicate with this kid at all. Annoyed, she decided not to say another word and was just about to tell Evan Lin to get out of the car.
In a nearby alley, more than ten men in black coats lowered their heads and strode quickly toward them.
At first, Xuan Ling barely noticed the group, but once they quickly surrounded the car, her face changed—she realized something was wrong.
She immediately tried to start the engine and drive away, but after two attempts, the car wouldn’t start.
The leader, sporting a scar on his face, knocked on the window and grinned at the pale-faced Xuan Ling in the driver’s seat. "Ms. Xuan, get out of the car. My brothers and I followed you all the way from Oceanport to Minghai—we’re tired. You’d better not think about running."
"As long as you behave, I promise not to hurt you."
Xuan Ling’s face was grim as she shouted at the man outside, "Aren’t you afraid my husband will find out about this?"
Clearly, she recognized the scar-faced man.
"Of course I’m afraid. Who doesn’t know how ruthless Fang Qiuji is? He drove my parents and brother to jump off a building. He’s so vicious—who wouldn’t be scared?"
But so what if I’m scared? Blood for blood. My life is worthless, but I’ll make sure Fang Qiuji pays!
After he finished speaking, the men pulled out steel pipes, glaring menacingly at the car. Xuan Ling’s face turned deathly pale.
The Oceanport Oracle, Fang Qiuji, was a master of capital maneuvers. Over the years, he’d driven countless people to suicide—killing without a trace, a true business warlord.
This scar-faced man was clearly one of Fang Qiuji’s desperate victims—cornered, he was now lashing out at Xuan Ling.
"Looks like Fang Qiuji’s deeds are a lot uglier than his fancy nickname," Evan Lin sneered.
Beside him, Xuan Ling gritted her teeth and kept trying to start the car, but no matter how hard she tried, the engine refused to turn over.