Saving the overbearing CEO

Chapter 298: Fourth World: Threatening Or Flirting

"What do you want?" asked Qie Ranzhe in a lowered voice glazed over with a menacing tone.

Wen Qinxi had expected this question and his answer would naturally be, "You," but if he didn't want his handsome face punched he had to come up with something else. Twirling the pen in between his fingers with a sly grin on his face he said, "I want to burn Su Long's empire to ash."

Those dark alluring eyes sent a tingling sensation down Qie Ranzhe's back. Maybe it was just him but that look Su Xin gave him was that of a predator eyeing its prey. This thought vanished as quickly as it came when he recalled the scene of Su Xin in bed with Zhao Hua. He wasn't stupid enough to fall into this vixen's trap a second time.

"If I help you... then what do I get in return?" he asked while glancing over the paper again. He knew there was bad blood between Su Xin and Su Long but he thought Su Xin would be working hard to get back his place on the throne. It turns out he wanted to destroy his old man in a classic 'if I can't have it then no one else can' trope.

A gorgeous smile quirked up Su Xin's face as he said, "Whatever you want, I will give it to you as long as you keep your end of the bargain."

Unbeknownst to himself, Qie Ranzhe bit his lower lip his expression exuding a rare thirst that he himself didn't take note of. "I will think about it... When I return from the annual meeting, I will give you an answer but," said Qie Ranzhe before leaning down only stopping when he was close to Su Xin's ear, "If you screw me over, I will fuck you up real good. You of all people know what I am capable of."

Though he was being threatened, Wen Qinxi felt an inexplicable thrill. He just wanted to pull this man by the collar and kiss him but they weren't there yet. He could only endure while preventing himself from reaching out by clenching his fists under the table.

Qie Ranzhe moved back a little till they were facing each other. He glimpsed over Su Xin's face not missing the blush on the man's ear. "Do you understand?" he asked in a whisper that was as menacing as when been yelled at.

Wen Qinxi nodded his head in agreement almost losing his self-restraint. In his heart he was murmuring, 'leave, leave, leave,' otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold back. Qie Ranzhe was his baine and addiction. No one could understand how much self-restraint he had to summon just to stop himself from pouncing on him. His nails were painfully digging into his palm and for a man who fears pain, you can understand how much of a big deal this was.

Qie Ranzhe mistook his actions as fear and smirked in satisfaction. He was glad his threat was effectively delivered so he left the room with a huge load off his shoulder. He didn't have to worry about his son hanging around Su Xin.

Wen Qinxi heaved a sigh of relief attempting to calm his beating heart. Four months ago, if you had told him a man would make him feel this way, Wen Qinxi wouldn't have believed it. He had to go take a cold shower otherwise his business wouldn't go away by itself. He vowed not to hang around Qie Ranzhe alone. This man was dangerous.

***

A thousand kilometres off the coast of Japan, six of the world most expensive yachts were gathered in the middle of nowhere centred around a stealth black superyacht named Black Blood. Inside this luxurious yacht, six men were seated at a round table with Qie Ranzhe sitting in the host's seat.

This was the so-called annual meeting of the underworld crime bosses but against expectation, the meeting was serene and tranquil. One would expect blood to be spilt but because of the stickler Qie Ranzhe, there was a hefty fee awaiting anyone who dared disrupt this meeting. These men were rich but no one wanted to casually part with ten million dollars over a brawl so they quietly sat down like obedient high schoolers in the presence of the principal. Hell, even high schoolers would make a bit of noise but these men were too well behaved.

As soon as the meeting was adjourned the men heaved a sigh of relief, they could finally breathe. So they began to chatter as dinner was getting served. Qie Ranzhe didn't interact much apart from the occasional toasts and other miscellaneous things.

This meeting was off-limits to underlings or henchmen but Su Yi, Su Xin's cousin found his way in, strolling into the room like he owned the place. Ever since Su Xin was booted out of inheriting the Su family empire, after his secret was publicised in their circle, Su Yi had become even more arrogant growing a tail that Qie Ranzhe desperately wanted to chop off.

The only reason why he hadn't gotten himself to do that was because the man hadn't touched his bottom line yet but tonight will most definitely be the night he does. Machu stepped in front of Su Yi as soon as he entered the door preventing the arrogant fool from breaking the rules.

"Young master Su, I would advise you to show yourself out," said Machu in a calm tone that gave off a feeling that he could be easily bullied.

Su Yi showed his sly canines as he said, "How about you? You are here so why can't I?" while poking the man's shoulder.

The old men in the room drew in a breath of cold air. Everyone apart from the fool knew how ruthless Machu could be. He was once a rumoured shadow with titles like the 'grim reaper', 'angel of death' or 'the dark lord' but ever since Qie Ranzhe took over after his uncle there was now a face to the name and anyone who openly defied Qie Ranzhe had a terrible ending.

Now, this idiot was openly provoking this god of death.