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"Beep—"
The moment the call connected, Leng Yichen slightly tilted his head, pressing the phone to his ear while maintaining a lazy yet commanding posture, his gaze as deep and cold as ice.
"Hahaha! Manager Leng, still as busy as ever?"
On the other end of the line came a deep, shrewd laugh, belonging to Su Baqi, the head of the Su Group.
His voice was relaxed and composed, laced with a hint of playful mockery. "I hope I'm not interrupting you. You haven't... lost another phone, have you?"
Leng Yichen's eyes suddenly turned icy.
This old fox really is well-informed.
"Hmph—"
Leng Yichen let out a cold snort, his tone devoid of any fluctuation. "Cut the nonsense and get to the point."
The pressure in the car dropped several degrees instantly. The driver heard that cold snort and quickly gripped the steering wheel tighter, adjusting his breathing to be extremely slow, fearing that any noise might disturb this high-stakes conversation.
On the other end, Su Baqi chuckled awkwardly a couple of times. His tone still carried a hint of feigned ease, but he knew that Leng Yichen had little patience for small talk. So he quickly got to the crux of the matter—
"Are you really planning to end your engagement with my daughter?"
Leng Yichen's fingertips impatiently tapped against the car door. He said nothing, merely narrowing his hawk-like eyes.
Su Baqi's voice grew slightly deeper, carrying a hint of pressure. "Yesterday, I personally heard Luo Bing wailing and crying. As her father... to be honest, I wasn't very pleased."
"Manager Leng, isn't this a bit disrespectful to the Su Family?"
A momentary silence enveloped the car.
Leng Yichen's lips curled into a faint cold smile, his gaze dismissive, as if he had just heard the greatest joke in the world.
He elegantly raised his other hand, gently stroking his chin with his index finger, as if deep in thought, yet his eyes flickered with a hint of indifferent mockery.
— Disrespectful to the Su Family?
— In this world, who is worthy of Leng Yichen's respect?
An atmosphere of extreme coldness permeated the car, and Leng Yichen's gaze was sharp as a knife, a barely perceptible smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Sorry, President Su—"
His voice was deep and magnetic, imbued with an undeniable dominance and composure. Each word was like a finely honed blade, piercing straight to the heart. "Just as your love for your daughter is profound, my yearning for love was redeemed just a few days ago."
He paused for a moment, closing his eyes as the image of that stunning figure flashed through his mind—Ye Mo Li's white dress swaying gently in the night breeze, her sacred Armpit Braids radiating an extreme brilliance.
That was beauty; that was art; that was the absolute truth that Leng Yichen had pursued all his life!
He opened his eyes, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening slightly, his tone indifferent as if he were merely stating an undeniable fact.
"I have never loved your daughter."
"Because your daughter is simply too noisy."
"Now, I am very happy, so I’m sorry—this marriage, I am withdrawing from."
"Beep—"
On the other end of the phone, there was suddenly a moment of silence.
Even someone as cunning as Su Baqi seemed to be caught off guard by Leng Yichen's bluntness, tearing apart everything without a hint of concern for his face.
The atmosphere in the car became tense; the driver gripped the steering wheel, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
This conversation... the head of Su Group and Ethan Lux's Domineering CEO clashing like a business war without smoke!
Then—
"Hahahahahaha—!!!"
A sudden burst of wild laughter erupted from the other end of the phone, deep and frenzied, carrying an indescribable chill and arrogance.
"Truly, Manager Leng is impressive...!"
Su Baqi's laughter gradually faded, his tone laced with admiration yet tinged with an underlying threat. "You never give anyone face, as cold and ruthless as ever."
"However, I must remind you of something..."
"What you are doing is not just calling off the engagement; it also means... canceling the merger with Su Group entirely."
"Manager Leng, does that not matter to you at all?"
Su Baqi's voice was low and serpentine, slowly revealing chilling words that sent shivers down one's spine.
—This is no longer just a matter of emotions; it involves a business merger worth hundreds of billions!
—Does he really dare to give up this high-profile marriage alliance and sever ties with Su Group completely?
Yet, Leng Yichen's lips curled into a mocking and domineering smile, resembling a born emperor who paid no heed to this so-called "threat."
—Is there anything in this world that Leng Yichen would shy away from?
"Hahahahaha—!!!"
Leng Yichen's laughter echoed unabashedly within the car, deep and arrogant, like a ruler looking down upon all, mocking those foolish enough to challenge him.
His deep, icy gaze was filled with mockery, the curve of his lips exuding an indescribable dominance and disdain, as if the "threat" from Su Baqi was nothing more than a clown's futile struggle in his eyes.
"Oh, what's the difference?"
His tone was languid, yet it carried an unmistakable air of contempt and ruthlessness.
"President Su, I know all too well how terrible your products are."
He raised a finger, elegantly twirling his phone, his expression cold and his voice laced with a hint of derision. "Our merger hasn't even happened yet, and there's already a wave of resistance online... What, didn't you know?"
"If you want to blame someone, blame your Su Group for prioritizing cost-cutting in your hair care products while scamming customers on the side. It's nothing but a brand that hangs a sheep's head while selling dog meat."
"To be honest, I wasn't really keen on the merger to begin with."
"Mainly because your family... has money."
With that, Leng Yichen paused slightly, a deeper smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
This statement was undoubtedly more humiliating to Su Baqi than a slap to the face!
—In Ethan Lux's eyes, the hair care industry of Su Group was merely a "financially viable redundant industry"?!
—Leng Yichen clearly held no regard for the Su Family; what attracted him was not technology or market potential, but simply "money"!
Such words... were even more arrogant than a direct refusal!
However, this was not the end.
Leng Yichen's fingers lightly traced the edge of his phone, his movements elegant and disdainful, his voice slow and composed: "But at this point..."
His gaze suddenly darkened, and his tone carried an unshakeable dominance mixed with affection—
"My lover, with exceptional skills and a pursuit of beauty that is extreme, has come before me."
"As a man, I truly do not understand why I should still look towards you."
"You, Su Baqi, what value do you still hold?"
The air inside the car fell into a dead silence at that moment.
The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, his heartbeat quickening, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
—This conversation had transcended "business decision" and become a "verdict."
Leng Yichen had already erased the Su Family from his world with his own hands.
"Heh..."
Su Baqi's voice came through the phone, cold and laced with a sinister undertone, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike its prey.
"I understand, Manager Leng."
His tone was deep, each word dripping with threat: "But I assure you— you will absolutely regret this."
"One day, you will kneel on the ground and apologize to my daughter... and then, you will obediently merge with Su Corporation."
"Hahahahahaha—!!!"
The line went dead, leaving only the chilling sound of a busy signal echoing in the car.
Leng Yichen scoffed disdainfully, a glimmer of mockery flashing in his eyes, as if the conversation had been nothing more than a ridiculous farce.
"Make me kneel?"
The corners of his lips curled slightly as he murmured to himself, "No one in this world can make Leng Yichen kneel."
He lazily rolled down the car window, letting the cool night breeze sweep in, bringing a refreshing chill.
With an elegant motion, he raised his hand, preparing to toss the "buzzkill" phone out of the window as if discarding a piece of uninteresting trash—
However, the phone did not fall to the ground as expected.
"Smack!"
The phone traced a perfect arc in the air, caught mid-flight by a pale hand!
Leng Yichen's pupils constricted slightly as he turned to look out the car window—
A group of individuals clad in black bodysuits, their heads shining smooth, rode motorcycles at high speed, closely aligned with the luxury car!
In the darkness, these figures resembled ghostly riders, silently descending upon them!
Their motorcycles lacked headlights, racing quietly through the night. Each person wore tight-fitting combat gear, completely devoid of any hair; even their eyebrows and eyelashes were as smooth as jade!
Among them, the one who caught the phone tilted his head slightly, revealing a strange smile.
"Manager Leng, are you so eager to discard something important?"
His voice was low and eerie, tinged with an unusual fervor.
"The Razor Cult will not allow such things to happen..."
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