Ch 650: More for show than use.

The meeting ended, and Tang Minghui angrily contacted Tan Mobai.

“Tan Shao, are you sure my son will come back? If that land isn’t enough, I can add more!”

Learning that the land had been returned, saying it wasn’t being sought anymore, Tang Minghui felt like the whole world was collapsing.

“President Tang, rest assured, your son will definitely be back in a few days.” Tan Mobai’s thin lips parted slightly, carrying an irresistible conviction.

“What if he doesn’t come back?” Tang Minghui was at his wit’s end.

“If he doesn’t come back, I’ll compensate you five hundred million!”

Ning Qi, who was standing beside him, almost stumbled upon hearing five hundred million. “Military Commander, you don’t need to be so serious. This matter has nothing to do with you anyway, why would you risk five hundred million?”

Tang Minghui’s restless heart calmed down slightly. “Good.”

“Military Commander, do you know where Tang Song is?”

“Mm.”

Ning Qi was stunned. Sure enough, the Military Commander was a scheming guy. Even if Tang Song didn’t return on his own accord in a few days, the Military Commander could send someone to bring him back.

“Someone has gone.”

His slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, Tan Mobai smiled faintly.

Tang Song’s life was destined to be trapped by Han Du’er, and the one who rescued him from his cage was Su Ling’er, who was extremely similar to Han Du’er.

……

Bang——

The door was flung open.

The man seen earlier, shirtless, stumbled out from inside; his legs were clearly still trembling.

A middle-aged woman’s soft yet somewhat domineering voice came from inside, “You’re useless! You can’t satisfy me at all, you good-for-nothing! Throw him out!”

The originally established master-slave contract was torn up by the middle-aged woman. Watching the fragments flutter in the air, the man felt inexplicably relieved.

Two waiters carried the man and threw him into the alley next to the Mei Ling Bar. This was where garbage was piled, so the smell was extremely pungent.

The man collapsed onto a cardboard box, took a deep breath, and chuckled self-deprecatingly. He supposed he had escaped.

The gloomy sky seemed to press down on the ground, and a torrential rain poured down.

In an instant, the man was drenched.

His whole body ached and was weak; he couldn’t move at all.

Hasty footsteps approached. Through his blurry vision, he saw a young woman running towards him with an umbrella.

Her again!

Tang Song watched from the inner room, his brow furrowed.

“Are you alright?” Su Ling’er quickly held the umbrella over the man’s head and draped a shawl over him. “Come inside with me; I’ll contact the hospital!”

“Why are you sympathizing with me?”

“I’m not sympathizing, I’m showing concern. You don’t need a reason to care about someone, do you?”

Su Ling’er extended her hand to the man. “Don’t hit me this time, come inside with me.”

“My name is Jing Hua.”

“My name is Su Ling’er.”

Jing Hua used her strength to stand up, but his legs were weak, and he leaned entirely on her shoulder, weakly saying, “Thank you.”

“It’s okay.”

The man’s hot breath sprayed on her neck; Su Ling’er’s fair cheeks flushed a faint pink.

Tang Song’s hand unconsciously gripped the edge of the doorframe, his knuckles nearly white.

The Boss had just returned when he saw him leave angrily.

What was wrong?

Glancing sideways, he saw Su Ling’er supporting a man and walking over in the rain.

“Help them!” The Boss instructed a waiter.

Seeing the waiter directly carry Jing Hua inside, Su Ling’er breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly thanked the Boss.

“Boss, I hope this isn’t causing you any trouble?”

“No.”

Because Jing Hua’s contract with his Master had been torn.

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