After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 47

“Ah, now that’s more like it! Hang on—I’ll send you that designer I mentioned.”

Wei Hailan was clearly thrilled. When he was excited, he became especially talkative:

“You have no idea—I had to ask several friends before I could get in touch with this ring designer. They’re really famous! Booked out for months! But hey, with your financial power, that shouldn’t be a problem…”

“Wait a second,” Cheng Yi sharply caught a keyword. “A ring designer? You’re going to confess your feelings, so why do you need an engagement ring?”

Wei Hailan spoke with complete confidence: “Because I’m going to propose.”

Cheng Yi’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. “…You don’t even know the person’s real name, and you’re proposing?”

“Yeah? So what?”

Cheng Yi rubbed his forehead. “Nothing. Just send me the contact. I’ll find time to go this week. You’re right—I do need to give myself an answer.”

Even if marriage wasn’t his goal… an engagement ring didn’t sound like a bad idea.

Cheng Yi had actually been hoping to discuss his situation with Shen Ran a bit more, but Wei Hailan suddenly exclaimed, “Oh! I’ve got a call coming in—probably a new client. Can’t talk anymore, gotta take it. Talk soon, talk soon!”

The call had barely ended when Cheng Yi received Wei Hailan’s referral: an electronic business card.

…Alright then. He’d already poured out everything he needed to say and asked all his questions.

Since Wei Hailan had basically waved his hand and pointed him in a direction, he might as well go along with it.

He exchanged a few brief messages with the ring designer to set up a meeting time, just as the workday came to an end.

Before heading next door to pick up Shen Ran, Cheng Yi was even cautious enough to hide his chat with the designer.

If he really was going to give Shen Ran a ring, it had to be a surprise. Shen Ran couldn’t know a thing—not yet.

——

Meanwhile, Shen Ran truly didn’t suspect a thing.

He’d spent the entire afternoon zoning out at his desk.

The woman who had appeared behind Chen Xu had left too strong of an impression. He kept playing the scene over in his mind.

Why had that woman been standing behind Chen Xu? Why had she said, “Please, help me”?

What exactly had Chen Xu done?

Could it be… Chen Xu was into shady stuff? Was Chen Xu… running some kind of shady operation?!

The thought alone gave Shen Ran such a fright that he startled himself.

So when Cheng Yi suddenly patted him on the shoulder, Shen Ran yelped and jumped to his feet.

“Why the big reaction?” Cheng Yi raised a suspicious eyebrow. “You up to something shady?”

Shen Ran’s chest was heaving, and he pointed a trembling finger at Cheng Yi.

“I’m not doing anything shady! You’re the one who snuck up behind me like a ghost!”

“Sounds like guilty conscience to me. Come on, are you secretly plotting something against me?”

“I am not!” Shen Ran shouted in protest. “You’re just so cynical you think everyone else is too! I’m more righteous than anyone!”

The two of them bickered all the way out of the office, completely ignoring their coworker Xiao Lin.

Lin Huo-huo cried out in despair, “President Cheng ignores me, the boss ignores me, and now my girlfriend’s dumped me! I’m not even going home for New Year! Boohoohoo!”

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Elsewhere.

The call Wei Hailan had received was indeed a business inquiry.

As always, someone from high society had contacted him with a specific request, offering a generous reward.

And all he had to do… was follow through.

When speaking with clients, Wei Hailan’s voice was noticeably deeper and calmer—completely different from how he acted with Cheng Yi.

“You’d like to proceed with the hypnosis as soon as possible? Certainly, Madam Fu. Please send me the address—I’ll leave right away.”

After ending the call, Wei Hailan exhaled slowly, grabbed his car keys, and headed out.

This Madam Fu had offered him 80 million.

Eighty million—to hypnotize a single person. For him, it was practically effortless.

While driving toward the Fu residence, Wei Hailan muttered to himself:

“…Still don’t know when I’ll be able to find A’Ming.”

He had originally planned to start combing through K City tonight in search of leads—only to have a massive job land in his lap out of nowhere.

The “Find A’Ming Plan” would have to be postponed for a while.

But that was fine. Earning more money could only be a good thing.

After all, A’Ming had taken a taxi when he ran away from home—maybe he was actually short on cash?

If he earned more now, then if he ever ended up with A’Ming in the future, he’d be able to give him more!

Yes, that was it! This was his marriage fund, his dowry!

Only by earning more money could he have the confidence to say that phrase—“It was love at first sight”—the next time he saw A’Ming.

With that self-motivation firmly in his heart, Wei Hailan arrived at his destination—

The Fu Residence.

As his car pulled up to the grand entrance, he noticed someone already waiting to receive him.

A designated staff member took care of parking, while Wei Hailan got out and followed a man who looked like a butler into the estate.

It was a 9,000-square-meter traditional Chinese villa—lavish yet refined, and brightly lit at this hour.

Passing through the long front hall, Wei Hailan saw a middle-aged woman in a qipao seated on a redwood bench, clearly waiting for him.

He greeted her politely. “You must be Madam Fu.”

Madam Fu looked up at the sound of his voice. When her eyes landed on Wei Hailan, they lit up noticeably, and she quickly walked over to him.

“Master Wei! Please—you must help me! Save my child!”

She was visibly distressed, clutching his hand tightly. For such an elegant and refined woman, her plea was nearly tearful.

“Please don’t worry, Madam Fu. Why don’t you tell me exactly what’s going on with your child? We’ll take it step by step.”

With his calm guidance, Madam Fu gradually composed herself, then began to speak through soft sobs.

Her full name was Fu Jiao, and her family was exceptionally distinguished.

The Fu family of Jiangnan had been merchants for generations, and their amassed wealth was considerable.

However, Fu Jiao herself had no interest in business. All she ever wanted was to be a university professor.

A scholarly family background—not bad at all.

She had once been married, but her husband had later refused to acknowledge his live-in status, resenting being lower in status. As a result, they divorced, and she raised their child alone.

“I want my son, Fu Yun, to inherit the Fu family legacy,” she said, “but he insists he doesn’t want anything to do with it. He says all he wants is ‘freedom.’”

At this, Fu Jiao wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

“You know I’ve had my own share of unhappy relationships, so I just want him to have a good one. I took the liberty of arranging a marriage for him—I only want him to be happy!”

Wei Hailan nodded understandingly. “I get where you’re coming from.”

“But he just doesn’t appreciate it. He won’t even meet the girl I chose—he’s trying to run away! Everything I do is for his sake. Why would I ever want to hurt him?!”

She was still choking back tears as she spoke, but Wei Hailan began to feel a strange sense of familiarity.

An arranged marriage… a planned escape… a desire for freedom…

Why did this all sound so familiar?

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