Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 180 - 180: Why Are The Flowers So Red?

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Chapter 180: Why Are The Flowers So Red?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The situation with Mingya had finally come to an end, and Shen Wan breathed a sigh of relief. However, just when she thought things were settling down, a new trouble emerged.

“…I already said President Shen isn’t here. Why are you like this?” Miao Miao’s anxious voice echoed from a distance, accompanied by disheveled footsteps.

“Hah, not here? Do you really think 1’11 believe that?” The man sounded confident, waving his hand dismissively. “Move aside! Don’t block my way!”

With that, he forcefully pushed the office door open.

Miao Miao lowered her head, her eyes filled with guilt. “I’m sorry, President Shen, 1 couldn’t stop him.”

Lushen sneered. “This is what you call ‘not here’? Not bad, little chubby, you’re quite skilled at lying.”

“You!”

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“Indeed, you’re plump in both body and courage, hahaha…”

“That’s enough,” Shen Wan suddenly spoke up. “Miao Miao, please leave for now. If you encounter a situation like this next time, call the building security directly. Some people need more than one reminder, and they seem to develop a taste for being challenged.”

Lushen’s face darkened, clearly recalling some unpleasant memories.

Miao Miao turned and left, thinking for a moment before closing the door behind her.

With that, the spacious office was left with just the two of them, facing each other, one seated and one standing, one calm and one agitated.

Their eyes locked, and tension filled the air.

“Seventh Lord, did you have something to discuss with me?” Shen Wan spoke calmly, breaking the silence.

Lushen was straightforward, “You saw what happened at Mingda that day. 1 only want the bracelet.”

Shen Wan furrowed her brow.

“Don’t say the bracelet isn’t with you; 1 saw it that day.” Lushen glanced at her. “But Shen Qian seems quite generous to his little sister, gifting her a multi-million-dollar item. Unfortunately, it seems you’re not very appreciative, huh?”

Shen Wan raised an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

Lushen leaned closer. “If I’m not mistaken, you were the one who threw the bracelet on the ground that day, right? Since you don’t seem to like it, how about selling it to me? I’m willing to name my price.”

“I’m curious, what’s so magical about the ‘Ares Tears’ that it’s worth all this trouble for Seventh Lord to keep asking for it?”

“I like it, and it makes me happy!”

Of course, the more critical issue was that he had a mission, and if he couldn’t get the bracelet, he’d have to embarrassingly return to Jingping. It would be quite embarrassing.

“In any case, if you give me the bracelet, everything will go smoothly. Otherwise…” A sinister smile crept onto the man’s lips.

Shen Wan smiled as well, but her eyes were icy cold. “Otherwise what?”

“I’ll make you understand why flowers are so red.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s dyed with blood.”

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Shen Wan paused. “So, is this a threat?”

“You can interpret it that way.”

Lushen thought he had delivered quite the harsh words, but what’s with that woman on the other side still maintaining that cold expression?

Aren’t you at least a little bit scared?

Oh! She’s scared now, starting to use her phone to seek help…

“Let me tell you, calling the security won’t help. You may escape once, but you can’t run forever.”

However, Shen Wan had no intention of stopping there. She tapped the screen a few times, then placed her phone by her ear, as if waiting for someone to answer.

Five seconds later, she said, “Sixth Uncle, your good buddy keeps saying he wants to kill me. Do you care about this? If you don’t, I’ll call the police…”

“Damn it!” Lushen lunged forward, pretending to try to snatch the phone. “Who the hell are you calling?!”

Shen Wan sidestepped, smiling gently. “Quan Hanting.”

Lushen froze, lying flat on the desk, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

“Sixth Uncle, did you hear that? How do you want to handle this?” Her tone was light, and she seemed delighted.

“…1’11 be right there..”

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