Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 312

Undercurrents: Victory Celebrations and Conspiracies

After seeing the news of Qinqi's victory, Liu Jinnian lost the desire to play chess.

Everyone in the room fell silent.

At this moment, Shen Yun re-entered.

Why do you all look so worried?

He shook the bottle of 1978 Romanée-Conti in his hand. "Today is a moment to celebrate."

Liu Jinnian adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes behind the lenses.

"What about Qinqi..."

"Don't rush."

Shen Yunzhong's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he took out a gold-embossed contract from his briefcase.

“Look at this.”

Liu Jinnian bent down to examine it, and suddenly gasped.

"Hurricane Capital has agreed to cooperate with us?"

Shen Yunzhong slowly and deliberately opened the bottle; the cork made a soft "pop."

"Qin Shi thought winning one match was the end of it?"

He poured a glass for each person, the dark red liquid swirling in the crystal glasses. "The real show has only just begun. Qin Shi must think he's won, but in fact, he's lost miserably."

At this moment, in Dongfang Hospital, Cheng Fei lay on the hospital bed with his leg in a cast, suspended high in the air, but it did not affect his beaming expression at all.

"Master Qin! You're truly my own master!" He excitedly tried to sit up, but the movement aggravated his wound, so he grimaced and lay back down. "Who would have thought my brother is the legendary King!"

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting striped shadows on Qin Shi.

Hearing this long-unheard title, a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Five years since I retired, my skills have gotten rusty."

Yan Lan sat quietly on the sofa in the corner, peeling an apple. The fruit knife spun nimbly in her slender fingers, leaving a long strip of peel.

"Yan Lan deserves all the credit for this victory."

Qin Shi casually took the fruit knife from his hand. How could Cheng Fei be qualified to eat the apple his wife peeled?

Cheng Fei winked and said, "I get it! Behind every successful man is a capable woman!"

He glanced at Yan Lan with a mischievous look.

Yan Lan smiled but remained silent, the sunlight casting a fan-shaped shadow under her eyelashes.

Only Qin Shi knew that this seemingly gentle woman was actually the legendary European car designer known as "European King".

Qin Shi walked to the window, the setting sun gilding his profile with a golden edge, reflecting the cold, piercing light in his eyes.

"Young Master Chu will have to pay the price this time."

Cheng Fei's playful demeanor vanished, his muscles tensing beneath his hospital gown.

"Attorney Situ has obtained evidence that he hired someone," he gritted his teeth. "That bastard actually tried to buy my life for a million!"

Qin Shi gently put down the fruit knife, the metal striking the glass coffee table with a crisp sound.

"I heard that Mr. Chu brought people to plead for leniency, along with a check for five million."

"Ah."

Cheng Fei sneered, and as he turned around, shadows shrouded half of his face.

"Tell Old Master Chu that either his son serves ten years in prison, or..."

Qin Shi smiled, walked to Yan Lan's side, and placed her large hand on Yan Lan's pregnant belly. "Don't worry, I'll make the Chu family pay with their lives."

Outside the window, dusk was deepening. The last rays of the setting sun pierced through the clouds, casting long shadows of the three figures, which intertwined on the floor like an impenetrable net.

At the end of the corridor, a nurse pushed a medicine cart past, the sound of the wheels approaching and then gradually fading away, as if the gears of fate were turning silently.

At this moment, a storm is about to break, and at the eye of the storm is Qinqi, which has just won a victory.

That very evening, a news report was suddenly released, and the content of the report was aimed at Qin Motors.

"The long-established and renowned automobile company Qinqi has already changed hands and, in collaboration with famous foreign designers, is targeting national brands! A fake national enterprise, a true traitor and sellout!"