Who's going to be the female lead's simp? Aren't the supporting female characters mor

Bai Jingyou didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled Jiang Mengyao to sit down opposite him, picked up the aroma cup in front of him, took a light sniff, and said, "Good tea. It's a pity that I drank too much celebratory wine at the company just now, and my mouth is full of the smell of money. I'm afraid I won't be able to appreciate the Zen in this tea."

"The smell of money is wonderful." Ye Lingqing covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "In this world, the most fragrant smell is the smell of money. Especially the oil scraped off the Chu family, it smells even better."

She put down the teapot, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at Bai Jingyou with her alluring eyes, as if trying to see right through him.

"Six billion to buy a piece of dead land. Young Master Bai, that was a brilliant move. I never expected you to have such a backup plan with the planning bureau."

"Just lucky." Bai Jingyou took a sip of tea, his expression calm. "I'm also heartbroken, after all, those were my beloved brothers, siblings, and close friends."

[Heartbreaking? I almost burst out laughing.]

"Young Master Bai's words of heartache are probably priceless." Ye Lingqing smiled faintly and casually pushed a folder in front of Bai Jingyou. "Since Young Master Bai is so philanthropic, I can't fall behind. Here's a small gift to celebrate Young Master Bai's resounding victory."

Bai Jingyou didn't rush to open it, but instead tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "President Ye, I can't accept a free lunch. Let's talk about how to pay for the tea first."

"readily."

Ye Lingqing's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a shrewdness and competence that comes with long-standing authority.

"The Chu family's cash flow in Haicheng has dried up. Gu Yanzhi will be badly hurt, even if he doesn't die this time. But a centipede doesn't die easily, and that old madman Chu Cang will definitely send someone else to take over the mess."

Ye Lingqing drew a circle on the table with her slender fingers.

"Of the share of Haicheng that the Chu family gave up, I want 30%."

See the picture poorly.

This was Ye Lingqing's purpose. She had been observing until she was certain that Bai Jingyou had truly crippled the Chu family, this powerful outsider, before she jumped out to devour the corpse.

Jiang Mengyao, who was standing to the side, frowned slightly and was about to speak when Bai Jingyou gently pressed her hand down under the table.

"Thirty percent?" Bai Jingyou raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "President Ye, there's no such thing as a free lunch. I risked my life to bring down the tiger, and you're just asking for a leg with a teacup in hand? This deal... isn't it inappropriate?"

"What if I told you I could help you fend off Chu Cang's first wave of retaliation?"

Ye Lingqing pointed to that folder.

"Open it and take a look."

Bai Jingyou's eyes flickered slightly as he reached out and opened the document.

His pupils contracted slightly after just one glance.

That was a list.

A hidden mole within the Bai Group and among the upper echelons of the Jiang Group.

The list includes not only Li Guofu, who has already been dealt with, but also three other vice presidents, and even Jiang Zhenguo's long-time secretary who had been with him for ten years.

More importantly, a photo was attached at the end of the document.

The photo shows a bald man with a fierce-looking face and menacing eyes going through airport security.

"Chu Lei," Ye Lingqing uttered a name calmly, "Chu Cang's number one mad dog, specializing in handling dirty work. Gu Yanzhi played with his brains and lost; Chu Cang has lost patience, and this time he's sent someone who's willing to risk his life."

"He landed in Haicheng two hours ago and should be on his way to the Bai family villa now."

The air in the room froze instantly.

Jiang Mengyao's face turned pale: "Then...then my parents..."

"Don't worry." Ye Lingqing poured herself another cup of tea. "I've already had someone intercept him on the way. They took him to the police station for a chat on charges of 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble,' and he'll probably be locked up for 48 hours."

Bai Jingyou closed the file and looked at the smiling woman in front of him.

[He really is a cunning old fox.]

[While currying favors, she's also flexing her muscles. The fact that she could subdue the Chu family's top enforcer so quietly demonstrates that Ye Lingqing's influence in both the legitimate and underworld circles is far greater than what's hinted at in the original novel.]

"President Ye's gift is indeed quite substantial."

Bai Jingyou handed the documents to Chen Mo behind him, a smile returning to his face. He raised his teacup and said, "Thirty percent share, deal. However, I have an additional condition."

"Young Master Bai, please speak."

"I want the Ye family's shipping route in the capital." Bai Jingyou stared into Ye Lingqing's eyes and said, word by word, "Since the Chu family is willing to risk their lives, then I also need to prepare a way out for myself, or rather... a way to get to the capital."

Ye Lingqing paused slightly as she held the teacup.

She gave Bai Jingyou a deep look, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

This young man, having just established himself in Haicheng, has already set his sights on the hellish battlefield of Beijing.

"Young Master Bai's ambition is even greater than I thought."

Ye Lingqing was silent for a moment, then smiled and raised her glass to lightly clink glasses with Bai Jingyou.

"Sure. But that road is dangerous. If you capsize, don't blame me for not warning you."

The crisp sound of porcelain clinking echoed in the quiet room.

This is not just a simple exchange of interests, but a reshuffling of the power structure between the old and new forces in Haicheng.

"Thank you for your concern, sister." Bai Jingyou smiled innocently. "I'm tough. Not only will I not capsize, but I might even be able to ride the waves."

It was late at night when the dinner ended.

After seeing Bai Jingyou and Jiang Mengyao off, Ye Lingqing stood under the eaves of the courtyard, watching the Maybach's taillights disappear into the night, her smile gradually fading.

"Miss."

In the darkness, an elderly man dressed in a Tang suit appeared silently. "Detaining Chu Lei means completely offending Chu Cang. Is it worth it for Bai Jingyou?"

"Do you think he's worth it?" Ye Lingqing asked rhetorically, taking out a slender women's cigarette from her handbag and lighting it.

Amidst the swirling smoke, her eyes became deep and unfocused.

"That idiot Gu Yanzhi still thinks Bai Jingyou won by luck. But he didn't see that when Bai Jingyou sold the stocks, every penny was precisely directed to avoid the Chu family's surveillance network."

"and……"

Ye Lingqing exhaled a smoke ring, her voice low: "He just asked me for the shipping routes to Beijing. Do you know what that means?"

The old man shook his head.

"That means he had no intention of defending Haicheng at all." Ye Lingqing's lips curled into a playful smile. "This kid wants to bring the war to the Chu family's stronghold."

"He's either a madman or a genius."

"No matter which one it is, this play is getting more and more interesting."

……

inside the car.

Jiang Mengyao leaned on Bai Jingyou's shoulder, still clutching the list tightly in her hand.

"Jingyou, that Chu Lei..."

"Just a clown." Bai Jingyou gently patted her back, but his eyes were fixed on the dark night outside the window, a cold glint in them.

[Chu Lei is indeed a problem. Now that he's here, he's not leaving.]

[Ye Lingqing was able to detain him for 48 hours, that was a buffer period for me. After 48 hours, if I don't do something, Ye Lingqing will most likely have other tricks up his sleeve.]

"Chen Mo."

"Young Master."

"Isn't that Chu Lei a fire-loving guy?" Bai Jingyou's voice was chillingly calm. "Find out which branch he's being held at. Since President Ye bought us some time, let's prepare a 'welcome gift' for him."

"Also, organize that 60 billion in cash. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to acquire a security company."

......

Abandoned industrial area in the western suburbs of Haicheng.

This is a gray area on the city map; the chimneys no longer emit smoke, only overgrown weeds and rusty shipping containers.

A black Maybach sped through the potholed road like a ghost, finally stopping in front of an old warehouse that had been converted into a fortress.

Above the warehouse door hangs a crooked sign that reads "Security Consulting Company".

"Young Master, we've arrived." Chen Mo turned off the engine and glanced at Bai Jingyou in the back seat through the rearview mirror. "According to the information, the boss of this company is named Su Man. In previous investigations, she was the record holder for consecutive wins in Haicheng's underground boxing matches. She has a terrible temper and only cares about money."

"Let me correct you." Bai Jingyou closed the financial magazine in his hand, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a playful smile appeared on his lips. "She only cares about money, not fate."

[In the original novel, Su Man is a ruthless character. She's a typical example of someone in a chaotic, neutral camp. Later, to raise money for her terminally ill sister, she almost had someone else's kidney harvested. If it weren't for Lin Ruyu, the saintly heroine, using her halo to redeem her, Chen Hao would be long dead.]

[Now that Lin Ruyu is offline, this legacy called violence should naturally be inherited by me.]

"get off."

Bai Jingyou pushed open the door and stepped out. Although it was noon, the factory area exuded a cold and chilling atmosphere.

At the warehouse entrance, two muscular men wearing black vests were squatting on the ground smoking.

Upon seeing Bai Jingyou and Chen Mo, who were dressed smartly, the two exchanged a glance, stubbed out their cigarettes, and surrounded them with fierce expressions.

"Private property, no unauthorized personnel allowed." The burly man on the left exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze greedily sweeping over the Maybach. "Pretty boy, lost? You can come in, but you can't get out. Do you know the rules?"