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

Ye Lingqing was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, a smile that was enough to make countless men fall at her feet.

"I saw it clearly. Not only does Young Master Bai have good teeth, but he also has a big appetite." Ye Lingqing picked up the teapot again and poured Bai Jingyou another cup. "However, cleaning up the mess will be difficult. The commotion in the western suburbs is quite significant, and the police..."

"That's Su Man's personal grudge. What does it have to do with the Bai Group?" Bai Jingyou shrugged, looking completely innocent. "As far as I know, Su Man had a feud with Chu Lei in her younger days. This is a gangland feud, a public order case, at most a fifteen-day detention."

"What a personal grudge." Ye Lingqing couldn't help but admire the young man's meticulousness. "Since Young Master Bai has shown his sincerity, then we should talk about the specific distribution. I want to take back the shipping lines that originally belonged to the Chu family for the market share they relinquished."

"Can."

Bai Jingyou agreed so readily that Ye Lingqing was taken aback.

The shipping route is the Chu family's lifeline in Haicheng, and also their most lucrative asset. Bai Jingyou is actually letting go of it like that?

"However, I have one condition." Bai Jingyou held up one finger.

"you say."

"The shipping route is yours, but all security must be outsourced to my security company." Bai Jingyou's lips curled into a sly smile. "In other words, Su Man's people are going to board your ship."

Ye Lingqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

That's a really vicious move!

On the surface, it appears to be a concession, but in reality, it's an infiltration.

If all the security personnel are Bai Jingyou's men, then whether this shipping route belongs to Ye or Bai is entirely up to him.

More importantly, once this condition is accepted, the Ye family will be completely bound to the Bai family.

If the Chu family retaliates and attacks shipping routes, the Ye family will be the first to bear the brunt and must shield Bai Jingyou from the attack.

"Young Master Bai, are you trying to drag me into this too?" Ye Lingqing looked at him meaningfully.

"Mr. Ye, you flatter me." Bai Jingyou picked up his teacup and gently touched the cup in front of Ye Lingqing. "This is called... weathering the storm together."

[Want to watch the show from the shore? No way.]

[Since we're at the table, it's either win together or lose together.]

Ye Lingqing stared at the cup of tea for a long time. She weighed the pros and cons. The Chu family's anger was indeed terrifying, but the huge profits and strategic importance brought by the Haicheng shipping route were an irresistible temptation for her.

This is a cannonball coated with sugar.

But she had no choice but to eat it.

"Alright, deal." Ye Lingqing raised her glass and drank it all in one gulp. "Young Master Bai, I hope your ship is stable enough."

"Don't worry, my ship never capsizes." Bai Jingyou smiled as he sipped his tea, concealing the sharpness in his eyes.

……

That evening, at the cargo department of Haicheng Airport.

A huge wooden crate, labeled "Fragile," was sent on a flight to Beijing.

Meanwhile, the Bai Group building was brightly lit.

Jiang Mengyao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the flashing neon lights below, and asked the man behind her with some worry, "Jingyou, are you sure it's okay? That's the Chu family from Beijing."

Bai Jingyou gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and savoring the fragrance of her hair.

"Mengyao, do you know what kind of people live the longest in this world?"

"What kind of person?"

"A person who instills fear in the enemy."

Bai Jingyou looked out the window at the pitch-black night sky, his eyes as deep as a black hole.

"The Chu family is an old lion, accustomed to using its roar to scare away its opponents. But if someone dares to pull out its teeth, it will find that its claws have long since become dull."

"bite--"

Bai Jingyou's phone vibrated.

It was a text message from Suman, with a photo attached.

In the photo, Chu Lei is curled up in a wooden box like a dead dog, his limbs twisted at bizarre angles, and his eyes are filled with fear.

Below is another line: "Boss, when will the 50 million arrive? It's for my sister's surgery."

Bai Jingyou casually replied with two words: 【Forwarded.】

......

Haicheng, Fragrant Hills Villa.

The red leaves of late autumn covered the stone steps, and an ambulance with a special license plate hurriedly stopped in front of the vermilion gate.

The atmosphere inside the main hall was oppressive and suffocating.

An elderly man dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit sat in a grand chair, holding two lion's head walnuts in his hands.

The walnuts, which had been polished to a glossy red color, now made a sickening squeaking sound as they were pressed in the old man's palm.

It was none other than Chu Cang, who had just come out of the hospital.

Several doctors in white coats stood nervously to the side, and on the stretcher on the ground was Chu Lei, who had just been airlifted back from Haicheng.

"Speak," Chu Cang said without even lifting his eyelids.

The leading orthopedic expert wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling: "Old Chu... suffered comminuted fractures in all four limbs. His kneecaps and elbows were... were brutally smashed. Even if they are set, he will be... confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, unable to take care of himself."

"Click."

A walnut in Chu Cang's hand broke.

The hard shell turned into dust and fell through his fingers.

No one in the hall dared to breathe.

"Good, very good." Chu Cang slowly raised his head. His face, covered with age spots, showed no anger whatsoever. Only in the depths of his cloudy eyes surged a raging storm. "Bai Jingyou of the Bai family of Haicheng. A formidable young man indeed."

He glanced at Chu Lei, who was lying unconscious on the stretcher, his face still filled with terror.

"Send A Lei to the sanatorium." Chu Cang took the damp towel handed to him by the butler and slowly wiped the walnut crumbs off his hands. "Tell Gu Yanzhi that he doesn't need to pretend to be dead in the hospital. Since he can't outsmart them and his strength is being trampled underfoot, he might as well tear off the last fig leaf."

"Master, what do you mean?" the butler asked in a low voice.

"The Bai family can't swallow the shipping routes in Haicheng." Chu Cang threw down the towel, his gaze turning sinister as he looked at the falling leaves outside the window. "The No. 7 pier is full of old hands we've been cultivating for over a decade. Bai Jingyou wants to take over? Let him. I'll make him choke on the meat he swallowed on his own turf."

"Notify them that if something goes wrong on the day the Bai family takes over the docks, and a person or two dies... it's a normal workplace accident."

……

The following day, Haicheng Port District.

The salty sea breeze, carrying the smell of engine oil, hit us in the face, and the huge gantry crane stood tall on the shore like a steel giant.

Pier 7, the largest deep-water cargo port in Haicheng, was once the Chu family's money-making machine in the south.

A convoy of black Mercedes-Benz vehicles slowly drove into the port area and finally stopped in front of the administration building.

The car door opened, and Bai Jingyou stepped out.

Today he wore a well-tailored dark gray suit without a tie, and the collar was slightly open, making him look both businesslike and casual.

Behind him, Chen Mo still maintained his meticulous and elite demeanor, while Su Man had changed into a set of black tactical work pants and a tight vest, with a bulge around her waist, clearly indicating that she was carrying a weapon.

"Is this the place you wanted me to see?"

Su Man took off her sunglasses, looked around at the busy flow of container trucks, and whistled. "This is much bigger than my shabby warehouse. Boss, how much is this?"

"It used to be the Chu family's money-printing machine, but it will be ours from now on."

Bai Jingyou stood at the edge of the pier, watching the rolling waves below. His gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold light. "Is the surgery arranged?"

Upon hearing this, Su Man's nonchalant expression vanished instantly, and a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes: "It's all arranged. The expert team landed this morning. Thanks, boss."

"No need to thank me, you deserve it." Bai Jingyou turned around, his gaze fixed on the administration building not far away. "But whether you can protect this money-printing machine depends on your abilities."

[In the original story, when the Chu family evacuated Haicheng, they left a group of troublemakers at the docks. These men were ostensibly foremen, but secretly they were all thugs from the Black Dragon Society. That old fox Chu Cang is trying to give me a hard time.]

"Young Master Bai is here very early."

A charming voice rang out.

The red Ferrari Portofino was parked on the side of the road like a blazing fire, and Ye Lingqing pushed open the door and got out of the car.

She was as charming as ever today, her figure perfectly accentuated by a dark red business suit, her long, wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders, and a thick file folder in her hand.

"It's not too late, Mr. Ye," Bai Jingyou greeted him with a smile.

"I'm here to deliver your dowry." Ye Lingqing walked up to Bai Jingyou, not rushing to hand him the documents, but instead gently straightening his collar with her nail-painted fingers. "This Pier No. 7 may have the surname Bai, but it's full of scoundrels. To show my sincerity, I stayed up all night last night to compile a list for you."

She slapped the file bag against Baek Kyung-woo's chest.

"This contains the complete details of all the middle and senior managers at Pier No. 7. It's crystal clear who embezzled money, who slept with whose wife, and who are the Chu family's loyalists."

Bai Jingyou took the document bag, and his fingertips accidentally touched Ye Lingqing's warm hand.

"President Ye's gift is more valuable than this dock."

"Of course." Ye Lingqing leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids. "After all, we're in the same boat now. If you capsize, I'll get my shoes wet too. I don't want the house to go bankrupt right after I place my bet."

[This woman, while claiming to help, was actually telling me that she knew this place inside and out. If I wanted to cut her out and take everything for myself, she could paralyze the docks at any time.]

[However, this is exactly what I want to see. The deeper the ties of shared interests, the more effective this weapon becomes.]

"Don't worry." Bai Jingyou took a half step back, maintaining a proper social distance. "Su Man."

"Here." Su Man stepped forward, giving Ye Lingqing a defiant look.

"Arrest people according to the list." Bai Jingyou threw the file bag to Su Man, his tone suddenly turning cold. "Within ten minutes, I want to see everyone on the list in this square."

"Understood." Su Man grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

At Su Man's command, dozens of security personnel in black uniforms stormed into the administrative building and work area like wolves.