Volume 1, Chapter 28: I Would Like to... Borrow Your Husband

“Ning Yuelan!? How did a shameless woman like you end up here?”

Indeed, standing before Fang Mo at this moment was none other than his wife, Ning Yuelan—the proud female CEO of the Ning family.

She was the dream of twenty million men in Jiang City, Ning Yuelan herself.

Gao Zijie and Ning Yuelan both operated within Jiang City’s business district, so naturally, they had crossed paths before.

Behind Ning Yuelan trailed a squad of bodyguards, each with broad shoulders and a burly frame, clearly not to be trifled with.

The next moment, Ning Yuelan lifted her eyelids slightly, her beautiful eyes settling on He Xiwan.

“Miss He, I hope you can control your dog. Our husband is precious to us; not just any stray cat or dog can come and snap at him.”

Hearing this overwhelmingly domineering voice, He Xiwan was momentarily stunned.

Our husband!?

Her gaze fell on the linked arms of Fang Mo and Ning Yuelan.

That young man was married?

Since the day Fang Mo helped her, He Xiwan's mind had been haunted by a certain figure.

In the seconds before her grandfather collapsed in the parking lot, it felt like an eternity filled with terror and helplessness.

She never imagined that someone would appear like a god descended from the heavens to help.

Since that day, Fang Mo's image lingered in her heart.

She realized she might have fallen for that man, even though they had never truly interacted face to face...

The next moment, Gao Zijie snapped back to reality and gritted his teeth, shouting,

“Ning Yuelan, you dare to hit me? Do you want the Ning and Gao families to go to war?”

War?

Ning Yuelan smiled coldly.

“Fine, then let it be war.”

What!?

Gao Zijie had thought that after his threat, Ning Yuelan would at least tone it down.

But this woman clearly hadn’t taken his warning seriously at all.

“Are you Ning Yuelan? The reputed heiress of Jiang City’s most prestigious family?”

At that moment, the silent He Xiwan stared blankly at the woman.

Upon hearing this, Ning Yuelan nodded gracefully.

“Miss He, a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard much about you.”

“The pleasure’s mine.”

The He family was known throughout Greater China as the top-tier bank, so Ning Yuelan certainly knew who He Xiwan was.

Though their words were polite, for some reason, He Xiwan sensed a faint hostility glimmering in Ning Yuelan’s eyes.

Then Ning Yuelan said coolly,

“I can’t just stand by when my husband is bullied. I’ll deal with this rabid mad dog biting at him. Miss He... you have no objections, right?”

“No, actually, we’re not acquainted.”

Saying this, He Xiwan took a step back.

Gao Zijie’s expression instantly darkened.

“Apologize, repair the tombstone, and get out. Otherwise, the Ning family will terminate all cooperation with your Gao family.”

Ning Yuelan pointed at the broken tombstone on the ground.

Hearing this, Gao Zijie’s face fell.

“Why should I listen to you?”

“Ning Yuelan, don’t forget your cash flow is tight lately. Offending me, backed by Jiang City Bank, might just lead to your company’s collapse.”

Collapse?

If the Ning family could collapse so easily, it would have already perished generations ago without him saying a word.

Ning Yuelan crossed her arms, a playful smirk on her lovely face.

“Oh? Then the Ning family’s previous debts to you are just forgiven. How convenient.”

What the hell!?

Not paying debts?

To hear such words from someone as proud as Ning Yuelan was unbelievable to Gao Zijie.

He was astonished, even shocked.

Could it be that Ning Yuelan was willing to sacrifice her company just to win this one battle today?

Why?

Just for a man who seemed so ordinary?

Gao Zijie’s anger surged uncontrollably. He no longer bothered to pretend in front of He Xiwan.

“Ning Yuelan, don’t try to scare me here. I won’t listen to you. What can you do to me?”

“If you won’t listen to her, I’ll demand the same from you. Likewise, if you don’t comply, the He family will also cut off all financial dealings with your Gao family in Jiang City.”

Whoosh!

It was He Xiwan speaking.

Gao Zijie’s expression froze completely.

This time, he truly lost control.

Though Ning Yuelan stood behind the renowned Ning family, Gao Zijie, who handled banking affairs, was not afraid of her.

Instead, it was He Xiwan’s words that made him wary.

“Miss He, a disobedient dog like this needs proper training. Shall I take care of it for you?”

Ning Yuelan linked her arm with Fang Mo’s, blinking flirtatiously at He Xiwan.

Li Haowen and Fang Mo exchanged glances, both feeling that Ning Yuelan seemed a little different tonight.

Especially Fang Mo, who felt it most distinctly. Usually, Ning Yuelan liked to link arms with him, but it was only their forearms and upper arms touching.

Now, she was leaning half her body weight on him, her slender legs positioned one in front of the other, her charming smile making it impossible for anyone to look away.

“Thank you, Ms. Ning, but it’s not necessary.”

He Xiwan pulled out her phone.

“Hello, Grandfather, I would like to start a full cancellation from today…”

Suddenly, before she could finish, Gao Zijie shouted loudly,

“Stop! I apologize.”

He hurriedly bowed deeply to Li Haowen.

“I’m sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have provoked you or insulted your late brother. Mr. Li Haowen, please forgive me.”

“You just hit someone, didn’t you? Forgot that so quickly?”

Ning Yuelan lifted her exquisite chin.

“Go ahead, hit me again. Or do you want us to help?”

Ning Yuelan, you shameless woman!

One day, I’ll pin you down and teach you a lesson.

And you, He Xiwan...

Gao Zijie screamed inwardly, but the situation was overwhelming. He could only grit his teeth and raise his hand.

Slap! Slap!

Two resounding slaps landed on his own face.

“Alright, now you can get out…”

Ning Yuelan smiled sweetly, pointing toward the exit. Gao Zijie’s face was ashen as he led his subordinates away sheepishly.

Watching Gao Zijie’s arrogant demeanor crumble under the joint efforts of the two women and leave with his tail between his legs, even the cemetery guards who had initially come to maintain order felt a deep satisfaction.

Serves him right, that brat.

Ning Yuelan then turned to He Xiwan.

“Miss He, I’ve been looking for you for days. Since we meet today, let’s get straight to the point.”

“The Ning family wants to establish cooperation with you. I’ve prepared a project proposal and hope Miss He can help introduce it to your grandfather.”

“This will definitely be a win-win project!”

Is this really the right time to discuss cooperation?

Fang Mo glanced at Ning Yuelan, marveling at how adept she was at seizing opportunities.

No wonder Ning Yuelan was known for her exceptional business acumen.

He Xiwan also looked at Ning Yuelan in surprise.

“Ms. Ning, you truly are a legend in the business world. Your swift change of attitude and willingness to drop the pretense to seize every opportunity is remarkable. No wonder the Ning family has firmly secured the supreme position in Jiang City’s business scene. However, I have one condition for introducing your proposal to my grandfather…”

After speaking, He Xiwan glanced at Fang Mo, her cheeks flushing slightly as she lowered her head.

Ning Yuelan raised an eyebrow, a bad feeling stirring in her heart.

“I’d like to borrow your husband for a bit.”

“Brother Shen!”

“Hmm!”

Shen Changqing walked along the street. When he met acquaintances, they would greet or nod to each other.

But no matter who it was,

everyone wore an expressionless face, as if indifferent to everything.

Shen Changqing was used to it.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Department, an institution dedicated to maintaining stability in the Great Qin.

Its primary duty was to slay demons and monsters, though it also had some side operations.

One could say,

everyone in the Demon Suppression Department had blood on their hands.

When a person becomes accustomed to life and death,

they naturally grow indifferent to many things.

When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he struggled to adapt, but over time, he grew accustomed.

The Demon Suppression Department was vast.

Those who remained here were either powerful experts or had the potential to become ones.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter.

The department had two main roles: Guardians and Demon Slayers.

Anyone entering started as a low-level Demon Slayer,

and through gradual promotion, could eventually become a Guardian.

Shen Changqing’s past self had been a trainee Demon Slayer, the lowest rank among Demon Slayers.

With memories of his former self,

he was very familiar with the department’s environment.

After a short while, Shen Changqing stopped in front of a pavilion.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Department filled with an ominous atmosphere, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, offering a rare tranquility amid the bloodiness.

The pavilion’s door was wide open, with occasional people coming and going.

Shen Changqing hesitated briefly, then stepped inside.

Upon entering, the environment changed dramatically.

A scent of ink mixed faintly with blood hit his senses, causing his brow to furrow instinctively before relaxing quickly.

No one in the Demon Suppression Department could completely wash away the scent of blood from their bodies.