Chapter 81: Raising the Price on the Spot

The Song family was momentarily taken aback, then offered an awkward explanation: “Grandpa is Mommy’s family member. Sometimes Mommy isn’t very sensible, so Grandpa has to teach her.”

This remark made Song Qingtian laugh.

But it also darkened Ling Hanyu’s expression. His cold, piercing gaze seemed like a sharp blade, aimed straight at the person who had spoken without any sense of propriety or respect for others’ feelings.

“This is my woman, Ling Hanyu—how dare someone else try to teach her?”

“I certainly don’t have family members like you, and you’re not my family either. This gentleman… how ridiculous!”

The Song family looked mortified. Was Song Qingtian really that foolish?

Ling Hanyu sat down on the sofa, staring directly at the person standing across from him, showing absolutely no politeness: “Did you bring the money?”

The Song family was stunned, looking up at Ling Hanyu, whose face was as bright and cheerful as ever: “Mr. Ling… didn’t we already give you the money?”

“We did, but it wasn’t nearly enough. You’re raising the price on the spot!”

Ling Hanyu casually picked up an orange and began peeling it. His head was lowered, his handsome face expressionless. You couldn’t see it, and you wouldn’t understand.

The Song family kept muttering among themselves: Ling Hanyu isn’t short of money—how could he possibly be short of this little bit?

But wasn’t what was happening right before their eyes just plain extortion?

They’d clearly already handed over the money, yet he still wanted more.

Song Qingtian almost burst out laughing—she’d never seen anyone talk about “raising the price on the spot” with such brazen confidence.

The big boss of a conglomerate really is something else. Even when he’s extorting, he does it with such poise.

Ling Hanyu finished peeling the orange, took a bite, then handed it to Song Qingtian. He casually started peeling another one.

Song Qingtian moved aside to feed her daughter.

Ling Nuonuo was already adorable—so soft and sweet—and today she looked even cuter, all thanks to Song Qingtian’s careful preparations.

Ling Nuonuo held a slice of orange in both tiny hands, slowly savoring it with her little mouth. Her lips were rosy pink as she gently sucked on it.

Song Qingtian didn’t eat; instead, she took a tissue and watched her.

Ling Hanyu casually glanced back at Song Qingtian. She was leaning forward, intently watching her daughter.

“Sweetie?”

Song Qingtian asked, seeing how beautifully her daughter was eating.

Ling Nuonuo nodded: “Mommy, you eat…”

Song Qingtian took a small bite—it really was very sweet.

“Nuonuo, eat slowly.”

“Mm.”

Ling Nuonuo continued eating, and Song Qingtian looked up, intending to glance over at the Song family member opposite her—but instead met Ling Hanyu’s focused, dark eyes.

Song Qingtian was puzzled: What was he looking at?

“You eat too, and there’s more.”

Ling Hanyu kept peeling, and only then did Song Qingtian take another bite of the orange.

Meanwhile, the Song family member across from them was beside themselves with anxiety.

He’d come here to get things done.

“Mr. Ling, one million—that’s the absolute limit for the Song family. We really can’t come up with any more,” the Song family member said, looking utterly helpless.

“The money is already very tight. If we can’t come up with any more, we’ll have to file a lawsuit. I’m afraid I can’t help Madam in this matter either.”

What he meant was that it was Song Qingtian who was raising the price on the spot—not Ling Hanyu.

Song Qingtian, however, didn’t think much of it. For Ling Hanyu to say something like this was perfectly normal.

After all, business is all about making a profit—what else would Ling Hanyu do?

Turning black into white is practically his specialty!

The Song family member’s face instantly turned dark, and they glared at Song Qingtian with a somber look.

The Song family hadn’t noticed, but Ling Hanyu’s expression also grew icy cold in an instant.

“Sister Chen, take the young lady upstairs and change her clothes.”

Sister Chen gasped, then quickly understood.

She went over to pick up Ling Nuonuo, but she wanted to stay behind: “Nuonuo wants to stay with Mommy.”

“Nuonuo, Daddy has something important to tell you. Mommy and Daddy will come find you later, and we can play hide-and-seek,” Ling Hanyu coaxed his daughter.

Hearing about hide-and-seek, Ling Nuonuo was thrilled and readily agreed.

Sister Chen picked up Ling Nuonuo and turned around, heading back upstairs.

The Song family still hadn’t realized how displeased Ling Hanyu was at this moment. He kept blaming everything on Song Qingtian, insisting that it was Song Qingtian who was raising the price on the spot, all in order to swindle their Song family.

Now, some videos have been posted online, accusing the Song family of stealing Song Haichao’s inheritance and seizing what should rightfully belong to Song Qingtian.

This has caused a huge uproar on the internet.

Many bloggers and media outlets are following the story closely.

The Song family is now in complete chaos, overwhelmed and flustered.

They must first resolve the issue involving Song Yinyin before they can plan their next move.

But if Song Qingtian keeps being so disobedient and continues to target their family like this, there’s simply no way they can calm things down.

If this Song Qingtian insists on going down this path, then they’ll just have to teach her a proper lesson.

Ling Nuonuo returned to her room upstairs, and Ling Hanyu casually tossed the orange peel in his hand, making a crisp little sound. It wasn’t loud, but the motion was abrupt.

The Song family members jumped in surprise and turned to look at Ling Hanyu.

“Mr. Ling, two million—that’s really beyond the Song family’s means.”

Ling Hanyu looked at the Song family: “Fine, you don’t have to pay. Then let’s see what happens.”

The Song family stared at the discarded orange peel, their hearts pounding with unease. What on earth did this mean?

It was so different from what they’d been told by Song Haichao and his wife.

Clearly, he had no intention of marrying Song Yinyin after all—wasn’t this just hurting their Song family?

End of Chapter 81: Raising the Price on the Spot