The founder of a powerful enterprise and the president of a prestigious Beijing club, both men understood that their relationship was merely being maintained through a fragile bond—and that bond was Qingluan.
“When will you finally let Qingluan go? She’s innocent and has never even involved herself in the conflict between Fengyun and Huihuang…”
Qing Yuanfeng’s gaze turned slightly cold. At this moment, he naturally had no fear of Dongfang Haoran doing anything excessive. They were bound together by mutual interest, and if provoked, Qing Yuanfeng wouldn’t hesitate to leave the Beijing Club behind.
“Qingluan is perfectly safe. After all, I should still call her my little sister, so naturally I won’t mistreat her. As long as Brother Yuanfeng cooperates nicely, you two siblings will be reunited soon enough!”
Dongfang Haoran’s lips curled into an elegant smirk. Under Qing Yuanfeng’s gaze, his expression remained completely calm. Despite Qing’s arrogance, Dongfang knew he currently held the upper hand, and Qing wouldn’t dare make any reckless moves.
“Don’t you think using my sister to threaten me is a despicable and shameless act…”
In the past, Qing Yuanfeng would never have dared to speak to Dongfang Haoran this way. After all, Dongfang wasn’t just the crown prince of Beijing’s underground empire, but also the heir to the Dongfang Corporation—one whose power alone would have made Qing tremble. However, now that their relationship was out in the open, Qing knew that pretense would only make him appear weak.
“Despicable? I rather like that word. Few have ever dared to call me that. Most refer to me as a ruthless leader or simply as ‘Prince Dongfang.’ You’re the first one to say it to my face!”
“It seems I’m quite fortunate then. I doubt there are many who could say such a thing to your face and still stand here speaking freely…”
Qing Yuanfeng was at a loss when it came to Dongfang Haoran. With Qingluan in this man’s hands, he couldn’t risk her safety, even if it meant losing Fengyun Enterprise entirely.
“At least for now, we’re still friends, so naturally I won’t lay a hand on you. Still, I’d advise you not to try any underhanded tricks. Last time, to avoid the financial assault, you pulled all Fengyun stocks. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
Dongfang fixed his gaze on Qing Yuanfeng, his expression teasing, as if he could see straight through Qing’s every thought. While Qing might have had the upper hand in business tactics, Dongfang was far from clueless.
“Fine then, tell me—what’s your plan against Huihuang Enterprise? You know better than anyone that with the Situ family restraining my corporation, we don’t exactly have the advantage over them…”
Qing Yuanfeng offered no rebuttal. He had recalled the shares simply to prevent Fengyun from being completely destroyed in the conflict between the Beijing Club and Huihuang. He had no choice but to do so. He never expected Dongfang to suspect betrayal and use Qingluan as leverage. In truth, part of the blame lay with himself.
“I’ve already found some loopholes in Huihuang Enterprise through other means. I expect the Ministry of Commerce to get involved soon. During this window of opportunity, the Beijing Club can regroup and then counterattack!”
At the thought of the evidence those two had stolen from Huihuang, Dongfang’s lips curled into a smile. So far, this might be the only good news he’d received.
“I hope it works out. Fengyun will spare no effort in opposing Huihuang. I also hope you’ll keep your promise and release Qingluan soon!”
At this point, Qing Yuanfeng knew Dongfang wouldn’t reveal his full plan, which suited him just fine—it saved him the trouble of thinking about it. All he cared about now was Qingluan’s safety. Everything else was irrelevant.
“Just wait and see the show unfold. And even if this attempt fails, we still have another plan. I refuse to believe Xiao Yufan has three heads and six arms…”
A wild, arrogant grin spread across Dongfang’s sharp profile. Hearing this, Qing Yuanfeng’s brows furrowed slightly. The “other plan” Dongfang referred to could only mean using Qingluan to threaten Xiao Yufan. Such a despicable act was beneath most people’s dignity.
“I hope you won’t be disappointed. Huihuang Enterprise won’t be so easily cornered. Don’t let failure cloud your judgment. I’ll leave you to weigh your options carefully, President Dongfang.”
Qing Yuanfeng had no desire to say more. When words no longer connected, even half a sentence was too much. Dongfang Haoran was no longer the visionary he once was, and Qing saw no reason to waste time on such a man.
Without hesitation, Qing Yuanfeng turned and walked out. The outcome of the conflict between Huihuang and the Beijing Club wasn’t a matter of chance—it was simply that Dongfang Haoran no longer fit into Beijing’s business world. Sometimes, he was simply too independent and unconventional.
As Qing’s final words echoed in his mind, Dongfang Haoran hesitated for a moment. It was a thought he’d never truly considered before—could there be some hidden trick behind the information those two had brought?
But soon, he dismissed the thought. Unless Xiao Yufan had lost his mind or been kicked by a donkey, there was no way he would allow anyone to steal such critical documents from Huihuang.
“Brother Wenchang, now that we’re alone, you might as well come out. If I couldn’t sense your presence here from the start, then I really wouldn’t deserve to be in this game…”
Shaking his head slightly, Dongfang fixed his gaze on a corner of the conference room door, a smirk playing on his lips. He spoke directly, and at the same time, a dark figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the inner room.
“Brother Haoran’s senses are as sharp as ever. Nothing ever escapes your notice. But I must say, the current state of the Beijing Club isn’t as optimistic as I’d hoped…”
The man wore all black, his handsome face exuding a faintly sinister aura. Standing before him, even Dongfang felt a chill crawl up his spine.
“This is only temporary. I’m sure Brother Wenchang won’t just sit back and watch. If Huihuang really becomes the sole power, won’t the Situ family’s inheritance fall into someone else’s hands?”
Dongfang chuckled, his lips curling into a sharp grin as he looked at the man before him. The Situ family—truly not a single decent person among them. This man was the heir to another branch of the Situ family, a man whose wealth rivaled the Beijing Club’s. Dongfang would be more than happy to watch the two Situ heirs tear each other apart.
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