The Tycoon's Enchanted Mermaid-Chapter 34 - : Calling you trash is a compliment

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Calling you trash is a compliment

Wen Min thought to herself, of course it’s not suitable, she would never like the kind of playboy who struts around on the strength of his family; if Wen Min were to like someone, he’d have to be the most perfect one of all.

Uncle Wen, unaware of his granddaughter’s thoughts, simply said, “Go out and send a message that the young lady has been found.”

“The young lady? Whose young lady?” Wen Min was surprised. There were other women in this villa? When had this happened?

Uncle Wen explained, “She’s the daughter of one of the young master’s friends, about seven or eight years old, and has recently been staying here temporarily.”

So it was a friend’s child. Wen Min’s anxious heart gradually calmed down, and she suddenly remembered something.

“Is it the little girl who left with Mr. Tang not long ago? I saw her just now.”

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Uncle Wen stood up. “If you saw her, why didn’t you say anything?”

Wen Min, feeling aggrieved, said, “How was I supposed to know that you were looking for her? Besides, I don’t even recognize her; I just got here today.”

She had thought that Qin Yu always lived alone. Who knew where this unknown child had come from? Although she was a kid, Wen Min was still irritated.

“Grandpa, why would the Third Young Master take care of a child for someone else? It couldn’t be…” She trailed off, implying ‘Could it be some woman’s bastard?’

Wen Min asked softly.

Uncle Wen stared at her. “This is not something you should be concerned about. Speaking of which, why did you have to come here at this time? Don’t you have classes to attend?”

Wen Min dared not show her emotions in front of Uncle Wen. She quickly hugged his arm and looked up at him adoringly, “Can’t I just come to see you because I miss you? Grandpa, you work so hard every day, I came over to keep you company during my break, to help you with some things.”

“And besides, haven’t I come over many times before? This time is just like any other.”

Uncle Wen had always cherished this granddaughter, for Wen Hong and his wife had been busy working all year round, leaving no time for him to take care of her, and Wen Min had lacked companionship her whole life.

Uncle Wen felt guilty towards Wen Min and patted the back of her hand, “Alright, as long as it doesn’t disrupt your studies, you can stay now that you’re here. Grandpa is very happy you’ve come.”

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Wen Min hugged Uncle Wen, smiling happily.

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Qin Group, office building

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yu opened the photo sent by Tang Bufan on his mobile, where the little girl was shown only from the back, leaning against a car window, gazing at the scenery outside.

Tang Bufan’s accompanying text read: Your little treasure said she’s bored and moldy at home, begging ‘brother’ to take her out to play. Ah, I really couldn’t refuse. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to return her safe and sound tonight. (smile)

With a screen full of text, Qin Yu only saw the word “brother”, and his gaze turned slightly cold.

The directors waiting at the office desk to report to work felt a chill run down their spines for no reason, sensing that something was amiss.

Since it wasn’t yet off-hours, the traffic was sparse on the Capital City’s Ring Road. Tang Bufan drove smoothly and parked in front of Lishui Pavilion, swinging out the car door and nonchalantly tossing the keys to a waiter, then went around to the other side to open the car door himself.

Ah Da light-footedly jumped out of the car, aided by his hand, and looked up at the imposing high-rise in front of her, “Lishui Pavilion” carved into the stone on the left of the entrance.

“What is this place?” Ah Da asked looking towards Tang Bufan.

Tang Bufan laid his palm on top of her head and gently tapped it twice, smiling, “Of course, this is the place to see your idol. Don’t worry, I’m a good guy, I won’t do anything to you.”

Who calls themselves a good person? Ah Da swatted his hand away, reiterating, “I’ve told you, not an idol.”

“Okay, not really,” Tang Bufan lightly pushed the back of her head, “Let’s go, Your Highness the Princess.”

Who is the princess?! Ah Da was helpless. This Tang Bufan might be a bit slow, always saying some inexplicable stuff and keen on calling all sorts of messy nicknames.

As soon as Tang Bufan got out of the car, someone had urgently notified the leadership of Lishui Pavilion. Zhu Dafu, accompanied by two underlings, hurriedly rushed downstairs. Seeing Tang Bufan, he immediately wore a smile to greet him.

“Mr. Tang, you’re here; what an honor.”

Tang Bufan glanced at him, and the smile on his face faded as he said, “What are you doing running down here, doing nothing?”

Zhu Dafu was the general manager of Lishui Pavilion. Below him were managers, deputy managers, and many stewards. It was never his turn to greet guests.

In the past, when Tang Bufan came over, the most Zhu Dafu would do is run over halfway to show servility or instruct someone to send some drinks; he had never seen such a big fuss as today.

Zhu Dafu followed close beside Tang Bufan with his hands rubbing together and a silly smile, “Mr. Tang, when you come over, I have to make time even if I’m busy.”

Tang Bufan stopped and pointed his finger at him, “Speak up, you’re hesitating; I think you’re courting death.”

Zhu Dafu dared not dawdle any longer and cut to the chase, “Well, here it is, today Young Master Yang and Young Master Jiang brought a few people over to have fun, and it’s getting louder and louder. You know, Mr. Tang, when they play rough, it’s either harm or cripple. If by accident something goes wrong, I can’t explain it here.”

Tang Bufan watched him with a smile, “That doesn’t sound like you; can’t handle this little matter?”

“Really can’t help it; that’s how the market is,” Zhu Dafu said, struggling to keep smiling while the wrinkles on his brow could kill a fly, “The main issue is Young Master Yang and the others always cause a lot of damage, easily millions, it’s just…”

Tang Bufan’s smile disappeared: “Make them pay.”

Zhu Dafu, a nearly 200-pound fat man, was shaking like a leaf, speaking so unsteadily, “Mr. Tang, I… I don’t dare, after all, they are the sons of Wei Heng Group.”

“You flatter yourself by calling yourself useless.”

Zhu Dafu bowed his head: “Yes.”

Behind Lishui Pavilion was Tang Bufan, a fact known by very few. Zhu Dafu had come to report because he truly had no other option. He had covered the losses himself several times before, and it had almost bankrupted him.

Not only was his money gone, but he was also being scolded. Where in the world was there such an easy mark like him; Zhu Dafu wanted to vomit to death.

“Yang Hong, huh? Dares to dine and dash on my turf; I want to see what he’s really capable of.”

Tang Bufan sneered, rubbed his hands together as if ready to straighten someone out; then suddenly remembered he still had a little thing at his feet, looked down, and met two bright, shining eyes.

Ah Da had heard all of the conversation between the two. Sensibly, she waved her little hand, “I get it, you have important stuff to take care of; don’t mind me.”

“No way, if you get lost, I might lose my life too.” Tang Bufan squatted down and pointed to Zhu Dafu next to him, “How about this, I let this uncle take you to see the celebrity, and I will come find you in a bit, alright?”

Yang Hong and Jiang Tao were notoriously wild and dirty players. He had no idea about the situation upstairs and didn’t want to bring Ah Da in case it dirtied her eyes. Moreover, Qin Yu saw great potential in this little girl; he was a person who fiercely protected his own and was crazy.

Tang Bufan admitted he was being a bit cowardly.

Ah Da didn’t want to stick with Tang Bufan anyway, urging him, “Go on, get the money back.”

Money is important.

Tang Bufan pinched her little cheek, “With those words from you, I’ll definitely get it back and give it to you as principal to meet your idol.”

“It’s not an idol,” Ah Da retorted annoyed, slapping his hand away, but her rebuttal seemed weak.