Chapter 131: The Night of the Wedding, the Crazy Reborn Villain is Here (15)

Chapter 131: The Night of the Wedding, the Crazy Reborn Villain is Here (15)

Song Chuyi wasn't demonstrating any commercial acumen; this was practically charity work.

Lin Xu took a deep breath, "Are you trying to insult me by doing this?"

"Using my family's money for charity?"

He slowly curled his lips into a smile, like a demon tempting someone into hell, with a hint of seduction.

"You're seriously underestimating Lin Real Estate."

"Even if you opened bubble tea shops all over the country selling cups for one yuan, it would still be a mere drop in the ocean for Lin Real Estate."

Song Chuyi placed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, bent down, and continued the conversation.

"What about building roads?"

Lin Xu didn't react immediately, "What?"

"Building roads," Song Chuyi emphasized, "If we build roads across the country and invest in large-scale infrastructure as charity, would that still be a mere drop in the ocean for Lin Real Estate?"

The smile on Lin Xu’s face gradually faded.

He studied the Song Chuyi in front of him.

His eyes were clear and serious, not as if he was joking at all.

A wild thought occurred to Lin Xu.

Song Chuyi actually wanted to repair all the highways in the country.

Not to mention the cost, the scale of such a project would be far beyond what one person could manage.

"Would it still be just a drop in the ocean?" Song Chuyi pressed.

Lin Xu paused for two seconds, "More like cutting off a cow’s leg."

Song Chuyi nodded thoughtfully; he had clearly underestimated just how rich the people in this world could be.

No wonder the story's background mentioned that Lin Xu could drive ordinary people to suicide by jumping off buildings.

A future without hope was truly terrifying.

Song Chuyi let go and placed his hand on Lin Xu's knee.

"Husband, can I cut off two cow legs?"

Lin Xu: ...

He suddenly felt uneasy about the future of Lin Real Estate.

Given how easily Song Chuyi got along with his grandfather last time, his grandfather might actually agree to this absurd request.

Lin Xu reached out and grabbed Song Chuyi's wrist.

"No."

The wrist beneath his palm was impossibly slender, the delicate feel made him think that even a slight pressure could leave a red mark.

No, perhaps it wasn't an illusion.

Lin Xu lowered his head, and his thumb gently rubbed against the smooth skin.

A faint red mark appeared where he had just touched.

Lin Xu's eyes darkened, and his rejection took a different turn.

"We don't need to rush into this."

"Sure," Song Chuyi agreed, "Let's wait until my bubble tea shop opens."

"Mm," Lin Xu responded softly.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but it was as if his palm had become connected to that patch of skin.

He didn't want to let go.

In fact, he wanted to merge with him.

Lin Xu suddenly realized something and let go, turning his head away, afraid to look at Song Chuyi.

Before Song Chuyi could say anything, he maneuvered his wheelchair back to the bedroom.

The bedroom was cold and desolate, the mountain air seeping in, making it chilly.

Leaning on the wheelchair, it took Lin Xu a few moments to calm down.

He took out his phone, as if having made a decision, and dialed Grandfather Lin's number.

When the call was answered, Lin Xu lowered his voice, his tone more serious than ever.

"Grandfather, I want to take over Lin Real Estate."

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At eight o'clock in the evening, someone delivered a large box.

The box was carried into Lin Xu's bedroom, along with a space heater.

The room warmed up as soon as the heater was turned on.

Two big men in black suits also informed Lin Xu that someone would come to install the air conditioner the next day.

Lin Xu nodded slightly, indicating he understood.

He maneuvered his wheelchair to face the large box and glanced at Song Chuyi.

Then, Song Chuyi was politely asked to leave the room by the suited men.

Song Chuyi: ...

With his temper, could he endure this?

He immediately rolled up his sleeves and started chatting with the two suited men, who barely spoke but were clearly overwhelmed by Song Chuyi's nonstop chatter.

Moreover, his constant mentions of "my husband" made the suited men's lips twitch in discomfort.

Despite Song Chuyi's tendency to talk a lot, the suited men still revealed some information to him.

For example, the box contained some documents related to Lin Real Estate.

And they were people sent by Grandfather Lin.

After sharing only this much information, the suited men departed.

Song Chuyi hummed a tune as he closed the large iron gate, feeling pleased as he set up a bonfire in the courtyard.

The crackling sound of the burning wood echoed his humming and passed through the half-open window into Lin Xu's ears in the bedroom.

Lin Xu flipped through the documents, and his initially anxious mind slowly settled.

He wasn't particularly comfortable handling these documents.

In his past life, he never took over Lin Real Estate, and he was unfamiliar with its operations.

Now that he had to start all over again, it was inevitable that he would feel a bit anxious.

But reason told him not to rush.

He had to take it step by step in order to live up to his grandfather's expectations.

Only by taking control of Lin Real Estate quickly could he stop Song Chuyi from causing chaos.

Though another idea was brewing in his mind, he pushed it aside.

He definitely did not take the initiative to contact his grandfather about taking over Lin Real Estate just so that Song Chuyi could cause trouble more conveniently.

Definitely not... definitely not!

The bedroom light stayed on for most of the night, finally dimming at 1 a.m.

In the courtyard, Song Chuyi, who had been watching the bedroom, entered the room quietly after the light went out, waiting for a while.

The bedroom was messier than usual, with papers scattered around.

The documents were spread out on the floor with faint marking traces on them.

Song Chuyi carefully walked to the bedside and lifted the corner of the quilt to help Lin Xu massage his legs.

Lin Xu was sleeping deeply.

His body couldn't handle staying up late, and staying up so late tonight, he probably wouldn't wake up even if someone played a suona next to him.

This actually made things convenient for Song Chuyi.

After helping Lin Xu with his legs, he picked up the documents on the table and started flipping through them.

Lin Real Estate was even more exaggerated than he had imagined, occupying ninety percent of the entire real estate market, almost reaching a monopoly.

It could be said that ninety-nine percent of the national wealth was concentrated in Lin Real Estate.

No wonder Lin Xu described such a large amount of work as merely cutting off one leg of Lin Real Estate.

He put the documents back, walked to the bedside, lifted the quilt, and climbed in.

He poked Lin Xu's face gently and whispered, "Husband, you're so rich—spending a little on A'Chu would be only fair, right?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Lin Xu: Zz~

Song Chuyi chuckled softly and kissed him on the cheek.

"I know you're the best, babe."

He wrapped his arms around Lin Xu's waist and nuzzled against his chest.

"You work hard so A'Chu can spend. So of course, you'd agree with me."

He looked up at Lin Xu, whose lips had a soft rosy tint.

"Since you're so wonderful, how about a kiss as a reward?"