Chapter 93:
What big talk.
Meng Zhenhua’s face turned ashen, so dark it could drip ink.
Meng Shuyou hadn’t said a word the whole time. With Zhao Hesong there, she could relax; this farce would end eventually.
Chairman Xu frowned. “President Meng, what exactly is going on here? If your daughter is involved with someone else, then this marriage is off.”
He didn’t want to invite trouble.
Meng Zhenhua suppressed his anger and smiled obsequiously. “Nothing of the sort, Chairman Xu.”
He just thought Zhao Hesong was exaggerating and talking tough. The foundation built by three generations of the Meng Family couldn’t possibly collapse just like that. No one in Bin City could easily bring it down yet.
Lin Peilan stepped in to smooth things over. “Young Master Zhao, Yaoyao’s marriage alliance with the Xu Family is already set. If you’re here to offer blessings, you’re very welcome.”
“Try mentioning the marriage again.” Zhao Hesong glanced at his watch. Calculating the time, it was about due. “Since you insist on courting death, I won’t stop you.”
Meng Zhenhua coldly reminded him, “Young Master Zhao, watch your words. I’m letting it slide for the sake of Elder Zhao.”
Zhao Hesong was too lazy to waste more words.
Footsteps came from outside—not just one person.
“Bang—”
The half-closed sandalwood door was kicked open.
Meng Shuyou’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively looked up, and a noble, upright figure entered her view—familiar yet long absent.
She was stunned for a few seconds, unable to react.
Why had Mister Pei returned to the country?
Everyone else in the private room jumped at the commotion.
The newcomer was hostile. The man before them had a powerful aura, innate and giving an overwhelming sense of oppression.
It was Zhao Hesong’s first time seeing him angry enough to kick down a door. He couldn’t help silently lighting incense for the Meng Family in his mind.
Meng Zhenhua was full of shock, almost thinking he’d misidentified him. “Mr. Kerwin?”
He’d met this young powerholder at a private banquet in Ellen half a year ago. At just 28, he controlled assets worth billions, the unquestioned heir of the Herschel Family and the Group’s chief CEO.
Meng Shuyou came back to her senses and hurriedly stood up to run toward the doorway.
The chair scraped harshly against the floor.
She crashed straight into Pei Yuzhou’s arms, clutching tightly at the shirt fabric at his waist, her tone unconsciously laced with grievance. “Mister Pei.”
Pei Yuzhou pulled her shoulders into his embrace and keenly noticed the mark on her face. Even with foundation, it wasn’t fully covered. “Who hit you?”
His voice dropped several degrees, his gaze turning sinister.
Meng Shuyao’s nose stung, her tear ducts failing her as tears fell. “Meng Yan.”
She clearly wasn’t the type to cry easily, but in front of him, she just couldn’t help it. “They’re all forcing me into the marriage alliance.”
Pei Yuzhou lifted her face, his voice deep as he spoke. “Do you go back on your own, or should I have someone take you?”
Five or six bodyguards stood at the doorway, all tall and burly with imposing builds.
Meng Yan instantly felt chilled to the bone, fear overwhelming her.
How had Meng Shuyou hooked up with such a high and mighty man? Why was she so lucky?
From what Young Master Zhao had implied earlier, this man was at the top of the pyramid. Bringing down the Meng Family would be effortless for him.
“President Meng.” Pei Yuzhou’s voice was emotionless. “If you can’t raise your daughter, I’ll do it. From now on, she’ll have nothing to do with your Meng Family.”
Meng Shuyou’s heart burned, her own heart seeming to crumple.
Meng Zhenhua stood up in fear and trepidation, his face full of flattery. “Mr. Kerwin, it’s all a misunderstanding.”
He adopted a father’s tone. “Why didn’t Yaoyao say so earlier? If I’d known she was with you, I never would have arranged her marriage.”
This was someone he could never hope to reach no matter how hard he tried, yet Meng Shuyou had caught Mr. Kerwin’s eye.
