C8 Better to Eat Soft Rice

The name 'Mu' seemed to brand itself onto Lin Yuyan's mind.

His surname was Mu!

Not investing in Lin Family Group, only willing to invest in herself!

Five hundred million in a single move!

Could it be Mu Chen?

Who else would stake so much on her?

She remembered how Mu Chen had confidently persuaded her to take the bet and later took her to the Global Investment Office.

Everything seemed to be orchestrated, as if he had it all under control.

The more she pondered, the faster her heart raced, almost as if it wanted to leap out of her chest.

"Yes, our boss hails from the Mu Family in the capital," Wang Xue confirmed, her face paling slightly at the unexpected question.

"Please, Miss Lin, keep this confidential. Our boss values his privacy."

QCaught off guard by Lin Yuyan's sudden question, Wang Xue's face paled a bit as she responded with studied indifference.

The mention of the capital's Mu Family was a ruse, conjured up to quash Lin Yuyan's burgeoning suspicions.

"The capital's Mu Family? I must be overthinking this."

Lin Yuyan chuckled to herself.

The idea that a young master from an influential family in Beijing would endure years of humiliation as a son-in-law here seemed absurd.

She quickly dismissed the notion, berating herself for a fleeting flight of fancy.

Not long after.

"Honey, is everything alright?"

Mu Chen asked as he drove her home.

"We've got the contract!"

Lin Yuyan brandished the paperwork, her smile infectious, her spirits lifted by the sealed deal.

"Haha! My amazing wife! Don't forget to take me to the meeting tomorrow; I want a front-row seat to Lin Loong's meltdown when he loses the bet!"

Mu Chen chimed in.

"Oh, speaking of which, Mu Chen, do you happen to know the Mu Family from the capital?"

Lin Yuyan inquired, biting her lip in anticipation.

"I can't say that I do,"

Mu Chen responded,

his smile fading as a glint of cold steel flashed in his eyes.

"Either way... thank you,"

Lin Yuyan said softly, her gaze lingering on Mu Chen's retreating form.

She knew full well that without him, that 500-million investment would have remained a pipe dream.

"Come on, you're my wife! It's only natural."

"Besides, once you head the family, I'll have an easier time mooching off you!"

Mu Chen quipped, his mood swiftly lightening.

Lin Yuyan just rolled her eyes, speechless.

… ….

Meanwhile, late into the night in a posh hotel suite,

"So, how did it go? Did that pitiful girl spend her day groveling for pennies?"

Lin Loong swirled a glass of red wine, a sneer curling his lips.

The thought of Lin Yuyan being scorned and shown the door filled Lin Loong with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"Ah, no," said one of his subordinates, bursting his bubble.

"She went to Global Investment's office and left within half an hour. I followed her all day!"

"Global investment? With whom?"

Inquired Li Feiyang, who sat nearby.

His uncle, Loong Wentian, was the general manager of Global Investment,

a fact that had significantly boosted Qingcheng International's financial prospects.

"She went there by bicycle, accompanied by Mu Chen,"

His subordinate truthfully reported.

"Hahaha! A bicycle? What a joke! She probably got booted out before even laying eyes on my uncle."

Li Feiyang boasted.

Unaware of his uncle Loong Wentian's covert activities, Li Feiyang didn't realize that his uncle was currently away from the office.

"Exactly, Young Master Li couldn't be more right," the subordinate agreed.

"Speaking of which, when can we sign that loan contract between Qingcheng International and the Lin Family Group?"

Lin Loong asked, his excitement palpable. Once that contract was signed, he would be the uncontested heir to the Lin empire.

"We have 50 million dollars in liquid funds, and my uncle has promised another 100 million for our finance company. Barring any surprises, I'll send you the contract by tomorrow morning!"

Li Feiyang slapped his chest confidently.

"Excellent! Li Feiyang, you're a man of action. Once I become the patriarch, we'll team up and rake in the big bucks. Cheers to our partnership!"

Lin Loong raised his glass.

"Heh, just remember," Li Feiyang chimed in, "Money aside, you promised to arrange a night for me with Lin Yuyan. Don't forget it!"

Li Feiyang chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.

He had been infatuated with Lin Yuyan, the most beautiful woman in Chuyang City, for quite some time.

."Trust me, Lin Loong, my promises are as good as gold," he declared.

"Once I win the bet, Lin Yuyan will be out of the Lin Family for good, practically an outcast. She'll be so desperate, she'll have nowhere to turn."

"At that point, all you'll need to do is flash some cash and she's yours to do with as you please."

Lin Loong grinned malevolently, his eyes icy.

… ….

The next day, the Lin Family's inner circle was gathered in the conference room.

"Well, well, Lin Yuyan still hasn't shown up. Looks like she's conceding defeat, just like her worthless husband."

Lin Loong glanced around, unable to contain his disdain.