Chapter 260: Iron-Fisted Tactics

For two entire days, Xiao Yufan did absolutely nothing, repeating a monotonous cycle—eating, sleeping, sleeping, eating…

It wasn’t only Qin Menglu who felt puzzled; even Yu Yihan was somewhat confused. What exactly was he up to? Although the alliance with Huishui temporarily allowed them to launch an economic offensive against the Beijing Club, once their opponents regained their senses, Huishui might not necessarily remain on top. It was still too early to celebrate.

“If this continues, Brother Fan will soon turn into a pig…”

Looking at Xiao Yufan’s calm and composed expression, Qin Menglu teased with a playful smile. She loved this side of him—arrogant yet lazily charming.

“Then wouldn’t that make you a little sow? And we’d have a bunch of little piglets together…”

Effortlessly pulling her soft, delicate body into his arms, Xiao Yufan’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. With his belly full and his mind at ease, not doing something would be a disservice to himself.

“Pervert! You’re the sow! Who said I’d have piglets with you? You should go find Senior Sister Yihan instead—she might be more interested…”

“I’d like a big ghost! Don’t believe me? Want me to sew your mouth shut?”

Yu Yihan shot Qin Menglu a teasing glare, barely holding back the urge to scold the cheeky girl. Although she was bold and unrestrained with Xiao Yufan, she always maintained a composed demeanor in front of Tianxuan and Qin Menglu.

“You were thinking about it anyway! You’re threatening me again, as if my poor heart can’t handle even a little breeze!”

Seeing the pitifully cute expression on Qin Menglu’s face, Yu Yihan couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She had to admit that although the girl often made her furious, she could never truly bring herself to punish her.

“Alright, enough already…” Xiao Yufan sighed in mild exasperation. While the girl brought him plenty of joy, she could also be quite a headache. He had no intention of letting the two women continue down this path.

“Senior Wife Yihan, how’s the task I told you about going? What’s Grandfather’s stance?”

Looking at Yu Yihan’s beautiful face, Xiao Yufan asked. At the mention of “wife,” Yu Yihan’s already rosy cheek flushed even deeper. Ever since they had crossed that final threshold, they had grown even closer.

“Grandfather said everything’s under control. But how are you so sure that the Beijing Club will involve the Ministry of Commerce next?”

“I…guessed…”

Xiao Yufan replied casually, as if everything were already within his grasp. But this vague response left Yu Yihan speechless. Guess? Did he really think the rest of the events would unfold like the chaos with Huishui—purely by accident?

With this man, Yu Yihan always felt an indescribable mix of emotions. They had gotten together in such a hazy, confusing way, and while her grandfather had played a role in it, she still felt as though everything were a dream. Could she really not care that there were other women in his life?

“What are you thinking about?” Xiao Yufan gently furrowed his brow as he sensed Yu Yihan’s strange mood, then stood up.

“Nothing…I just spaced out for a moment…”

Avoiding his gaze, Yu Yihan inwardly scolded herself. She knew she shouldn’t be having these thoughts. She had made her choice—why did she still hesitate? If even Lin Jiayao, the goddess on the pedestal, didn’t mind, what reason did she have to be jealous?

“I know exactly what you’re thinking, even if you won’t say it. If any of the women in my life choose to leave, I won’t stop them. But you…I will never let go.”

Leaning close, his lips brushing against her ear, Xiao Yufan’s voice was soft and tender. Yu Yihan was sensitive, and he didn’t want the woman he loved to get lost in unnecessary thoughts. He couldn’t give all his love to just one person, but he would give his all to protect those he loved.

A tear glistened at the corner of her eye as Yu Yihan smiled. In this moment, she felt the happiest. Wasn’t this exactly the life she had always wanted?

“Still saying you’re not thinking about it? Now you’re whispering in each other’s ears—next thing you know, you’ll be going off for some private time together!”

Qin Menglu’s voice cut in at just the wrong moment, her expression a mix of teasing and mock indignation. The two were actually whispering sweetly in front of her! She shot Xiao Yufan a sharp glare.

Seeing the awkward expressions on their faces, Qin Menglu couldn’t help but laugh. Beside her, Tianxuan also struggled to suppress a smile. The atmosphere lightened considerably, and Yu Yihan’s earlier unease slowly faded away.

Meanwhile, in a meeting room of the Beijing Club, the true upper echelon had gathered. However, a heavy cloud of gloom hung over them. The Beijing Club had lost its former luster, slowly sliding into decline under Huishui’s economic assault…

Especially after several companies and factions had left the club, those who had once clung to hope now sensed that the Beijing Club was gradually losing ground in its struggle against Huishui.

Dongfang Haoran looked around the room at the gathered people, a faint sneer curling his lips. Every one of them was a fair-weather friend. The only reason they were still here was because there was still a chance for the club to recover. Otherwise, they would have long since scattered.

Qing Yuanfeng sat at the vice-chair of the meeting room, his brow furrowed as he stared at Dongfang Haoran, his eyes flashing with coldness. He had already lost all patience for the so-called “prince” of Beijing’s underworld. To keep him close, Dongfang had even dared to threaten him with Qingluan—something he could never forgive.

“I don’t know what any of you are thinking—whether you plan to leave the Beijing Club or stay. But there are some things I need to make clear to you all!”

Finally, Dongfang Haoran’s icy gaze softened slightly. He swept his eyes across each person in the room, his voice slowly spreading through the chamber. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing.

“Although the Beijing Club is currently in a difficult situation, that doesn’t mean anyone can take advantage behind our backs. If I ever find out that someone is trying to back out at a time like this, I will make sure they regret it for the rest of their lives…”

At this moment, Dongfang Haoran could only show his ruthless side. If even one more person left the Beijing Club, even if he had the will, he would no longer have the strength. One thing was certain—if he gave them a warning shot now, they would hesitate before acting. At least, when he made his next move against Huishui, he wouldn’t have to worry about betrayal from within.