Chapter 0014: This Guy’s a Freak

Qin Ruohan's analysis made Chen Liuhe chuckle. He shot her a sidelong glance. "Not bad, sweetcheeks. You've got some brains rattling around in that pretty head after all."

"Obviously," Qin retorted coldly. "Did you think I'd run a multimillion-yuan business on luck alone? Don't underestimate people."

Her brows knitted tightly. "Aren't you worried at all, Chen Liuhe?"

"Why would I be?"

Qin studied him. "You knew Zhou Yunkang would fail from the start, didn't you? You've had backup plans all along."

"Smart girl." Chen snapped his fingers. "Plucking hairs from a tiger's mouth requires extra eyes in the back. Did you really think Zhang Yongfu—a seasoned wolf like him—wouldn't notice his son-in-law's affairs?"

He leaned back, smirking. "That powdered pretty boy trying to fool a old fox? I never held high hopes."

Qin's eyes widened. "Then why threaten Zhou with those photos yesterday? You knew it wouldn't work! You've just provoked Zhang!"

"Exactly." Chen's grin turned razor-sharp. "Zhou was merely the fuse. I needed Zhang's attention." He tapped his temple. "People fear what they don't understand. Now that he's curious about me, he won't move rashly against your club. Hence—" He gestured at the Mercedes waiting outside. "—this dinner invitation."

"You're playing with fire!" Qin hissed. A chill ran down her spine. Beneath Chen's slacker facade lurked a mind more dangerous than any gangster's.

"Why risk this for me?" The question slipped out before she could stop it.

Chen feigned shock. "Who said it's for you? I'm protecting my VP title! Can't have unemployment ruining my street cred." He waved dismissively. "Save the gratitude. If you're truly thankful, visit my office tonight in something... breezy."

"Pervert!" Qin's cheeks flushed crimson. Regaining composure, she pressed: "Are you certain about this? Dining with Zhang Yongfu is like dancing with a cobra!"

Chen checked his cracked wristwatch. "Relax. By tomorrow, Zhang will hand over that 20% share agreement himself."

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**At the Venue**

The Mercedes glided through neon-lit streets to Tianxiang Grand Hotel. Guards patting them down at the penthouse entrance found nothing—Chen had made Qin ditch her Glock 17 in the car.

Inside the private dining room, Zhang Yongfu sat like an emperor holding court. The Black Dragon patriarch didn't rise, his reptilian gaze lingering on Chen.

"So you're Chen Liuhe."

"The one and only." Chen plopped into a chair uninvited. "Flattered you know my name, old man."

Zhang's laugh sounded like gravel in a blender. "Straightforward. I like that." His eyes shifted to Qin. "Miss Qin. Charming as ever."

Qin's knuckles whitened on her purse. Chen stretched lazily. "Let's skip the appetizers, Zhang. Why'd you really invite us? To chat... or chew?"

A waiter chose that moment to enter with Peking duck. Zhang smiled, chopsticks hovering over the sizzling dish.

"Why not both?"