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Qing Luan, however, was not angry. She tilted her head, furrowed her brows, and feigned confusion as she said, "But we’re not buying fish anymore, are we?"
"Miss, what do you mean by having my young master buy so many fish?" Unlike Zheng Xinran's clumsy foolishness, the young man standing beside him spoke with a sharp edge to his tone, his gaze piercing and somewhat unsettling.
Others might have felt intimidated by him, but Qing Luan was not just anyone. Having experienced much in her life, she was not easily frightened. Without changing her expression, she flashed a bright smile that matched her youthful charm and asked innocently, "Design? How did I design anything for him?" Her tone was filled with innocence. "I wanted to buy fish, but his prices were too high. I couldn't afford them, so I didn't buy any. Isn't that how business works? Don't you Zheng Family operate like that?"
"Miss, you may be young, but I didn't expect you to have such a cunning mind," the young man softened his sharp demeanor and revealed a shrewd smile. "The Zheng Family has always been fair in business; this is well-known. What you are doing seems a bit underhanded, doesn't it?"
"Underhanded?" Such an accusation made Qing Luan laugh. "Oh dear sir, that's quite amusing! The Zheng Family is known for being fair in business, yet when I can't use the fish I've bought and want to return them—this defenseless little girl—you call that fairness? If I refuse to accept them, then I'm the underhanded one? I must ask, what kind of fairness is that?" Did he really think she was easy to bully?
The young man's expression shifted slightly at her biting words. Such remarks could affect the Zheng Family's reputation in the future, so he quickly changed his approach. "Miss, you misunderstand; what I meant was..."
"Hang Yuan, why are you wasting your breath on her?" Zheng Xinran couldn't bear it any longer and snapped. "What is she worth for you to plead like this?" After scolding his companion, he turned to Qing Luan with a sneer and said, "Let me tell you, today you will take these fish whether you want to or not!" He couldn't swallow the humiliation of being scolded by his father; he had to teach her a lesson today.
"This business is quite interesting," Qing Luan replied calmly instead of angrily resisting. She smiled leisurely and asked, "Young Master Zheng, with all those fish, I certainly don't have your wealth. If I have no money, do you intend to give me those fish?" Her tone dripped with sarcasm while her eyes remained innocent.
"Hmph! You think you're clever? You may not have it, but Hu Lingyun does. Let me tell you this: if you don't resolve this matter today, my father will make the Hu Family disappear—completely disappear..." He raised his voice at the end of his threat to emphasize it, leaving everyone stunned.
Su Yuanhang silently sighed at Zheng Xinran's foolishness but did not relax his gaze. His eyes remained fixed on the petite girl before him, curious or perhaps eager for her astonishing retort—this girl exuded an air of arrogance that suggested she was not someone who would simply submit to Hu Lingyun.
Such a person seemed utterly out of place in this tranquil fishing village.
"On what grounds?" Qing Luan raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.
Zheng Xinran looked at her, a cold smile on his face. "Hmph, don't think I'm threatening you. If you make my father unhappy, he will have my uncle take your lives."
"Uncle?" Qing Luan furrowed her brows, her expression heavy as she stared at him.
"My uncle is the Current Prime Minister. Hmph, are you scared now?" His tone was filled with arrogance, and his expression was one of condescension, enough to turn anyone's stomach.
"What is your uncle's surname?" It was a good child who asked questions without shame.
"Tch," Zheng Xinran's tone turned sharp when he realized she didn't know who the Current Prime Minister was. "You really are a country bumpkin, not even knowing Prime Minister Huang. Truly ignorant."
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