A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 47: Really a must_1

Shen Jing’s hand hadn’t healed, so she stayed at Old Mrs. Xu’s place, watching her pull radishes every day.

Old Mrs. Xu looked at the people in suits and leather shoes not far away. "Those capitalists are here again, insisting on developing the land near the river into a scenic area."

Shen Jing followed Old Mrs. Xu’s gaze. "Isn’t that a good thing? Tourism can also boost the income of nearby residents. After all, tourists will come, and they’ll need to eat, buy water, and find lodging, right?"

Old Mrs. Xu said, "I find it noisy."

The voices of that group gradually reached their ears.

"All the residents in town are willing to cooperate. The price offered is high, and everyone has signed."

"What price?"

"A three percent daily dividend. But there’s one old lady who finds it too noisy and refuses to sign."

"Dealing with the elderly’s land is tough; they’re hard to please."

That voice sounded familiar. Shen Jing turned her head. Wei Sulin stood not far away, in a casual black T-shirt with lettering and sunglasses. He looked less like someone here for business talks and more like a rich young master out for a stroll.

A face as if chiseled by a knife, flashed through Shen Jing’s mind.

Privately, Zhou Luchen’s friends were all fun-loving and played extravagantly, but when it came to business, they became utterly serious and wasted no time. It was said that this Third Young Master Wei hadn’t been in a serious relationship for twenty-seven years; Chen Yao had even nicknamed him "Virgin Bro." Shen Jing had some familiarity with that circle, where Zhou Luchen was known for being the most flirtatious.

Wei Sulin didn’t notice her as his party moved towards the other side of the river.

When Old Mrs. Xu finished her work, Shen Jing helped her back to the house. She was somewhat aware of the situation: all the town’s residents had signed contracts to lease their land, except for Old Mrs. Xu, who was unwilling to sign and didn’t want the money.

Two groups had visited, both appearing to be senior executives from Wei Family Real Estate. An executive from Wei Family Real Estate bowed and offered a pen to Mrs. Xu. "Mrs. Xu, if you find it too noisy, our group can provide you with a brand-new home. We won’t demolish your current house; we’ll preserve everything for you, including depositing annual dividends into your account. How about you sign here?"

"What?" Old Mrs. Xu, likely pretending to be hard of hearing, cupped a hand to her ear. "You want to buy my radishes?"

"No," the executive bent down, patiently explaining, "we need your signature..."

Old Mrs. Xu made a sound of vague understanding, then turned and went into the house. "I’m not selling radishes."

The developers from the real estate company left, looking utterly helpless. With even one person in the village refusing to sign, the deal couldn’t be finalized.

Wei Sulin found it exceptionally frustrating; he had never encountered someone so indifferent to money. "We’re offering more than the others, but this stubborn holdout refuses to sign because she says it’s noisy. I wouldn’t dare start construction recklessly. If anything were to happen to an elderly person over seventy, I’d be roundly condemned."

Zhou Luchen rubbed his brow and said lightly, "Get tough." He spoke without a shred of mercy.

Wei Sulin was nowhere near as ruthless as Zhou Luchen. He continued, "How could I use force? You should come and see for yourself; the old woman is insistent on growing her radishes." Wei Sulin rarely asked for his help.

Zhou Luchen said coldly, "You want to be ruthless but don’t dare to act, yet you’re still determined to get your way."

Wei Sulin was adamant. "That frail and sickly old lady... I absolutely must get her to sign."

Putting his pen down, Zhou Luchen agreed. "Let’s go."

Wei Sulin breathed a sigh of relief. The funds had already been mobilized; it would be a total waste if the deal fell through for lack of one signature.

After some thought, Wei Sulin sent someone to buy fruit and decided to make a personal visit this time. His white sneakers got quite muddy on the way.

From afar, behind a bamboo grove, a figure in a cheongsam appeared especially striking.

She has a granddaughter too, Wei Sulin mused. From the back, she looks so soft and gentle... I’ll target the granddaughter. Drown her in money.

The little assistant praised, "Young Master Wei, you’re brilliant! Once you close this deal, you’ll be one step closer to taking over Wei Family Holdings."

Just as they drew closer, Shen Jing turned her head.

In an instant, all his carefully laid plans shattered. Shen Jing, in a cheongsam, was truly hard to recognize.

Wei Sulin walked over to the Maybach and raised his hand to knock on the rear window. freewёbnoνel-com

"Second Young Master."