A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

Chapter 752: Chapter 751: Persuade Kindly, Take Care of One’s Own Affairs
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If he were to turn around and collaborate with Kunshan for the sake of a piece of land, that would completely undermine his own momentum. At that point, the development of Kunshan Group would become even more uncontrollable.

He would never do something as foolish as lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet!

What’s more important is that his loyalty lies with the little princess. He would never commit an act of betrayal or do anything to harm her interests.

From the moment Jiang Linyan laid a hand on the little princess, Qian Meng had categorized her as an enemy. If not for his desire to find out what Jiang Linyan was planning, he would not have agreed to meet with her at all.

Seeing Qian Meng remaining impervious to persuasion, Jiang Linyan’s suppressed anger burst forth in an instant, and she slammed her cup forcefully onto the table.

“Qian Meng, I’m doing all this for your own good. How can you not recognize that? Your family has always been suppressed by the Mu family, yet you continue to work with them. Are you out of your mind?”

Jiang Linyan directly implied that Qian Meng must be crazy for his actions. Qian Meng had been opposing Mu Chengxi since he was young and had always lived in the shadow of Mu Chengxi.

Now that there was finally a chance to turn the tables, he was actually rejecting it. Was he indeed out of his mind?

As he listened to Jiang Linyan’s attempt at brainwashing, Qian Meng shifted slightly, adopting a different posture while maintaining an indifferent expression that gave nothing away.

“Jiang Linyan, if you want to vent your anger on me, there’s no need. You know what kind of person I am—I won’t indulge you,” he said calmly.

“The fact that I came here today and am sitting calmly with you is entirely because I regard you as a person worthy of respect. Don’t always think about doing things unfit for human behavior. Chaos in Beijing is not good for you either.”

“You might think that your Jiang family’s time to raise your eyebrows and breathe easy has finally come, but have you not considered that a pawn will eventually be discarded? There’s no good end for you either!”

As his words fell, Qian Meng stood up, his eyes flashing with disdain and contempt.

“What I’m saying might seem like nonsense to you, but I’ve said my piece. I hope you can heed my advice and not wait until it’s too late, filled with regret,” he continued.

With those words, Qian Meng stood up, turned around, and left, leaving Jiang Linyan alone in the private room.

After leaving the private room, he could only hear the sound of smashing behind him. Qian Meng smiled faintly to himself; with such limited foresight, how could she aspire to achieve great things? It seemed too difficult.

Qian Meng walked to the parking lot and sat in his car before dialing Mu Chengxi’s number. It rang for a while before being answered, and when it was, it wasn’t Mu Chengxi’s voice on the other end, but Mu Dong’s.

“Young Master Qian, Master Xi is busy at the moment. If you have something to discuss, you can speak directly to me, and I will relay the message to Master Xi,” said Mu Dong, his tone polite and respectful.

Although Mu Dong did not know when Mu Chengxi and Qian Meng could calmly speak over the phone, he managed to maintain a steady voice despite his surprise.

“Then let Mu Chengxi know when he’s free, and have him send me a message. I have something I’d like to discuss with him,” Qian Meng replied.

Qian Meng knew that Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin were not in the country, but he felt that it was necessary for Mu Chengxi to be informed about domestic affairs.

After hanging up the phone, Qian Meng looked up and happened to see Grandmaster Mu, Mu Jingang, and his son hurriedly walking from the parking lot towards the teahouse.

Watching this scene, Qian Meng’s rebellious eyes narrowed slightly. He suddenly became quite curious to find out whom the Grandmaster Mu was in such a rush to meet.

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Wen Xin descended from upstairs and saw many people sitting in the living room, which was filled with a thick scent of blood. She instinctively quickened her pace down the stairs and, with a clear, cold voice, asked the crowd.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

“Miss Wen…” Hearing Wen Xin’s voice, Mu Bei quickly stood up from the crowd and looked toward Wen Xin at the top of the stairs,

“On the way back from Muxi’s transaction, we were ambushed, and Muxi has been seriously injured. He’s now in…”

“Take me there!” On hearing Mu Bei’s words, Wen Xin’s bright eyes trembled, knowing from the sight of the ambushers yesterday that their transaction had already been targeted. She hadn’t expected to escape unharmed last night only to fall victim today.

Had she known trouble would ensue, Wen Xin would have accompanied them, and perhaps this accident wouldn’t have occurred.

“Alright Miss Wen, please come this way with me.” Mu Bei had been momentarily confused, forgetting about Wen Xin’s knowledge of the medical arts. But now that she was willing to help, his mind was instantly at ease.

Mu Bei led Wen Xin through a long corridor into another building, which housed a treatment room with less than complete medical equipment. From outside, it was apparent that people inside were busily at work.

On the way there, Mu Bei had already briefly briefed Wen Xin on Muxi’s injuries—a gunshot wound to the chest. Although distanced from the heart, the location was still somewhat precarious.

“Go to my room and bring my backpack here!”

Observing the busy figures in the treatment room, Wen Xin addressed Mu Bei with a calm tone, suggesting that Muxi would owe her yet another favor.

Mu Bei quickly departed upon hearing Wen Xin’s command, while she gently pushed open the doors of the treatment room. Seeing Muxi’s pale face on the operating table and scanning the medical environment, Wen Xin felt it was somewhat perfunctory.

She couldn’t understand why Mu Chengxi, being so wealthy, would have such a shabby medical facility at his base.

Somebody noticed Wen Xin’s entrance and, observing her actions, spoke in a voice that was both harsh and cold.

“Hey, who are you? This isn’t a place for sightseeing. Get lost!”

“I’m here to save lives. Your way of stopping the bleeding won’t work; he could die at any minute!”

Wen Xin frowned upon seeing the man’s assistant’s attempt to stop the bleeding, as the medical conditions were worse than she had anticipated.

Wen Xin pulled out a few silver needles from her pocket, approached Muxi, and without paying heed to the protesting doctor, she precisely inserted the needles into Muxi’s acupoints.

In an instant, the previously spurting wound stabilized, leaving everyone who had been trying to stop the bleeding staring at Wen Xin in disbelief.

“You… what is this…”

“What I’m doing isn’t important. Your medical facilities here are too poor. Why didn’t you take him to a hospital?”

Wen Xin, frowning, found a pair of surgical gloves on a nearby tray and began to examine Muxi’s wound. Once she had located the bullet in his chest, she questioned in a clear, cold tone.

“Mr. Muxi’s injuries wouldn’t be accepted at any local hospital, as the various powers are too complex, and hospitals are wary of getting involved. Thus, each organization’s base has its own treatment room for dealing with injuries,” was the patient response to the questions posed by Wen Xin, whose acupuncture skills had successfully intimidated the others.