Chapter 149: I Think He Is the Best-Looking!

To dare to call You Mu "Cripple You," to dare to tell him that instead of lying at home playing dead, he’s come here to posture, and to dare to say that disabled people have no priority in purchasing—such a person is simply a superhero. If she happens to be a woman, then she is the greatest existence in the world: a superwoman.

Her voice was crisp and resonant, striking the floor with authority.

It was fast and sharp, yet every word could be heard with absolute clarity.

It was like tiny, nauseating snakes—impossible to evade, impossible to dodge—wriggling their bodies into people's ears.

It made one’s scalp tingle, one’s heart race, one’s blood pressure soar, one’s body temperature skyrocket—it made one want to die. It also made one want to kill the person speaking.

Tang Long didn’t know if there was another person like this in the world. However, he knew that the woman who had inexplicably appeared and forced him to call her "Little Aunt" possessed exactly this kind of power.

Yes, Jiang Keqing had arrived.

To be able to torment people to the point of death—and make them want to keep dying—using only words, Jiang Keqing had every right to be proud.

She appeared suddenly, spoke suddenly, and with a single opening remark, delivered a powerful shock to everyone present.

Everyone stared at her, dumbfounded. They looked at the beautiful woman wearing a black-and-white Chanel suit dress, high heels with heels that looked sharp enough to pierce the earth, and carrying an Hermes bag.

Because You Mu and his group had not closed the conference room doors when they entered, no one had noticed someone sneaking in.

As everyone looked toward her, she met their gazes with a cold, fearless stare.

Perhaps feeling that she didn't look pretty enough with a cold face, her expression shifted, and she broke into a dreamy, bewitching smile.

She was a total enchantress!

"Who is this chick? Does she have any idea who she’s insulting?"

"Didn't you hear her call him 'Cripple You'? She knows who You Mu is and still dares to insult him like that... hearing her style, I think I remember who she is."

"Why did this female demon come to Mingzhu? Hasn't she been stirring up trouble in the Yanjing area?"

...

Some whispered among themselves, but it did nothing to break the frozen atmosphere of the private room.

The people following behind You Mu had faces as dark as ink, yet no one dared to jump out and curse back.

They were snobbish, but they were also smart; anyone who dared to curse You Mu like that was definitely someone they couldn't afford to provoke.

They wouldn't risk offending a more powerful person just to curry favor with You Mu—that would be a losing trade for them.

Interests. Calculations.

These were the cornerstones and the main theme of their interactions.

Su Shan stood where she was, watching coldly from the sidelines, as if none of this had anything to do with her.

Ever since Jiang Keqing spoke up from behind the crowd, Tang Long had been observing Su Shan's expression.

This woman, she was truly no ordinary person.

"Cripple" was You Mu’s reverse scale; to touch it was to invite death.

Yet, the usually hot-tempered You Mu remained calm at this moment.

Calm. Extremely calm.

Even as he dug his fingernails into his palms until they bled, he didn't even think about using his signature violence to retaliate.

He stared at Jiang Keqing with grim, sharp eyes, staring fixedly for a long time without saying a word.

"What? Do you think I'm pretty too?" Jiang Keqing tossed her long, flowing hair in a move worthy of a shampoo commercial, saying with great casualness, "If you had said so earlier, I wouldn't have insulted you so harshly."

"Who are you backing?" You Mu asked.

"None of your business. I just saw an injustice and decided to intervene," Jiang Keqing said. "And one more thing, Cripple You, let me be clear: you aren't buying the Jinxiu Mansion today."

"I have already signed a letter of intent with Boss Zeng," You Mu stated. "And I have paid the deposit."

Jiang Keqing suddenly turned around and shouted toward the doorway: "Zeng Tianxiang, if you don't roll out here within three seconds, I’m going to wrap you in a giant piece of dough and turn you into a meatball to feed the dogs."

Then, everyone present saw a man as round as a ball scurrying over on two short legs. He was Zeng Tianxiang, the owner of Jinxiu Mansion. Some had given him the private nickname of 'Meatball,' but no one dared to say it to his face like Jiang Keqing.

He ran over panting, face flushed, wiping sweat with a handkerchief while looking at Jiang Keqing with a flattering, forced smile: "Sister Jiang..."

"Who are you calling Sister Jiang?" Jiang Keqing glared, annoyed. "I checked your ID and saw you're only forty, but looking at that old face, I thought you were in your fifties. Who are you calling Sister? Am I that old?"

"..." Jinxiu Mansion owner Zeng Tianxiang couldn't 'fly' at all at this moment. He quickly begged for mercy, saying, "It's a term of respect. A term of respect. It’s how we show our care for you... so, Ms. Jiang? Is there something you need to instruct me on?"

Ms.?

Jiang Keqing thought about it. She didn't like being called 'Sister,' and she didn't like being called 'Miss,' so 'Ms.' was barely acceptable.

Jiang Keqing pointed at You Mu and said, "You sold the Jinxiu Mansion to him?"

Zeng Tianxiang's small eyes darted around. After sneaking a glance at You Mu, he laughed and said, "Yes. Young Master You offered a very good price, and since I was planning to invest in other industries, I decided to sell, so I agreed."

"What if I want to buy it too?" Jiang Keqing looked at Zeng Tianxiang with a smile, her long eyelashes batting and batting and batting.

"Well..." Zeng Tianxiang said, feeling stuck. "Ms. Jiang, why didn't you say so earlier? If you had told me sooner, I wouldn't have promised anyone else; I would have sold it specifically to you—even if I made a little less, it would have been fine."

He sighed and said, "But now, there's really nothing I can do. I've already signed the contract with Young Master You and accepted his deposit... I'm truly tied up now. In business, we have to value integrity. If I break the contract now, no one will ever do business with me again."

Jiang Keqing acted as if she hadn't heard his explanation, still looking at him with that smile, her eyelashes batting and batting and batting. "What if I want to buy it?"

"..." Zeng Tianxiang knew the situation was thorny. He couldn't fool this female demon.

"I have a suggestion," Jiang Keqing said with a grin. "You cancel the contract. Return his deposit. Pay whatever compensation you need to—I’m sure you, Boss Zeng, don't care about that money, right? Then, we sign a new contract. Today, I want to have the title of Jinxiu Mansion transferred to my name."

"..."

"Of course, you can refuse," Jiang Keqing said with a smile. "But if you do, and I happen to break a plate or a door while I'm here... would you make me pay for that?"

This was a clear threat to wreck the place. After all, how could one break a door just by dining?

"This..." Zeng Tianxiang was in an agony of indecision. He turned to You Mu and asked, "Young Master You, what is your opinion?"

He was a cunning man. Since he didn't dare offend Jiang Keqing, he wanted to push the decision-making power onto You Mu.

If You Mu stood up to vehemently oppose it, he could say, "Look, the buyer won't agree, there's nothing I can do."

If You Mu remained silent and swallowed this loss, then he had nothing more to say—he would tear up the contract, pay the penalty, and resell Jinxiu Mansion to Jiang Keqing.

You Mu, of course, understood his scheme. He felt a secret resentment and sneered, "This is Boss Zeng's property; naturally, you are the one to decide its final ownership."

Zeng Tianxiang said with a mournful face, "Young Master You, then I am truly sorry. I will pay you three times the deposit as compensation according to the contract."

Sure enough, Zeng Tianxiang bowed to the stronger party and prepared to resell Jinxiu Mansion to Jiang Keqing.

You Mu gritted his teeth and said, "I accept your decision."

He accepted it, but he didn't understand it.

From this day on, You Mu had another reason to hate someone.

Zeng Tianxiang certainly knew that this move had deeply offended You Mu, and the You family might also feel insulted. However, if he didn't do this, he would be the one suffering the insult right now.

That woman was simply not a woman at all; her notoriety had spread from Yanjing to Mingzhu, and across the entire Chinese social circle. Even the "Three Star Young Masters" didn't dare provoke her—who was he in comparison?

Just like she said, he was nothing but a meatball to be fed to the dogs.

"Then... should I go return the money now?" Zeng Tianxiang asked, looking at Jiang Keqing.

"Go on then. Why are you still standing there like a boiled meatball? I said I want to have the title of Jinxiu Mansion transferred to my name today," Jiang Keqing sneered.

"Yes, yes. I'll go handle it right away." Zeng Tianxiang nodded repeatedly and ran out.

"Wait." Jiang Keqing suddenly called out again.

Zeng Tianxiang was running so fast that he slammed on the brakes, nearly tripping over himself.

He turned around and asked, "Ms. Jiang, is there anything else you need to instruct me on?"

"Stop asking if I have anything else to instruct; it makes it sound like I'm about to kick the bucket," Jiang Keqing said irritably. "I just remembered that I probably won't be staying in Mingzhu often, so I don't have the time to manage this Jinxiu Mansion. How about this: I’ve decided to give the mansion to someone else to manage, so you can transfer it into their name instead—"

Give it away?

Everyone felt their hearts skip a beat.

Even though everyone present was quite wealthy, the Jinxiu Mansion here on the banks of the Huangpu River couldn't be bought for less than a billion—the land alone was worth that much, let alone the massive architectural complex on top of it.

Who would be willing to just give away that much money? And to whom?

Zeng Tianxiang was on the verge of tears. "Ms. Jiang, wouldn't you like to reconsider?"

"I have already considered it," Jiang Keqing said firmly.

"Then... who are you giving it to?" Zeng Tianxiang asked.

Jiang Keqing thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Of the men here, who do you think is the best-looking? I want to give the Jinxiu Mansion to the best-looking man present."

Many people cast their gaze toward Lu Junzhuo; there was no doubt about it, he was the best-looking.

If Zeng Tianxiang gave that answer, it would show he had no class, and it would offend every other man present besides Lu Junzhuo.

Even if it were the truth—who likes to hear the truth these days?

He laughed and said, "For a man to judge other men, that’s a bit strange... I think everyone here looks better than me."

Jiang Keqing pointed at Tang Long and said, "I think he is the best-looking."