Chapter 3967: Chapter 3967: Sister Nian: No

He had to ask Qiao Nian a favor, and of course, he didn’t want to offend her. But at this point, it was beyond his control, so he had no choice but to nervously plead in a low voice: "Miss Qiao, the empress has feelings for you. Could you please speak to the people in Beijing and let..."

He hadn’t finished his sentence.

When he heard the girl mercilessly interrupt him: "No." Leaving no room for negotiation.

Shadow originally remembered Old Xue’s reminder to communicate well with Qiao Nian and to persuade her to soften her heart to give Nie Qingru a chance.

This time, he was repeatedly met with cold words from Qiao Nian, and none of the reasons he presented got through to her.

It seemed like he was talking to a wall, and she had no empathy at all.

Shadow was in the habit of standing on high ground to demand others, rarely needing to lower his stance to communicate and reason with others, let alone when reasoning wasn’t working.

He was about to emphasize his tone and say something harsh.

The phone suddenly emitted a "beep beep" sound.

Shadow was stunned for a moment and then realized what the sound was, his expression darkening completely.

Qiao Nian hadn’t given him the chance to continue speaking and had hung up the call without a word.

Shadow was so infuriated he almost spat blood, and in his unwillingness, immediately redialed the number, trying to communicate further with her...

However.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable."

Shadow’s veins bulged on his forehead, and he raised his hand to throw the phone against the wall, but fortunately, rationality pulled him back. His hand holding the phone was tense, but he forcibly restrained himself.

—Qiao Nian!

Shadow’s eyes were full of malice, swallowing all the blood and rage back down, and he redialed the number to Continent M: "Tell Old Xue that Qiao Nian refuses to let go."

**

Beijing.

Old Xue’s network built over decades was no joke, and he quickly found an intermediary to mediate.

The car of the Minister of International Economic Affairs drove into one of the courtyards in the Western Suburb. The area was deep and quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.

The ancient bricks and red walls, weathered by time, complemented each other, with well-manicured green plants and roses climbing the walls.

The midday sun filtered through layers of glossy black car windows until the car steadily stopped at the entrance of the central courtyard.

The car door opened, and out stepped a tall, mature, and steady man. He wore a black bowler hat and walked straight to the entrance of the courtyard, politely greeting the doorman in fluent Chinese: "Hello, is this Ye’s house?"

The doorman was surprised to see a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes visiting, and nodded cautiously: "And you are...?"

The man took off his bowler hat and smiled, "Please tell Elder Ye that there’s a visitor from Vancouver." The doorman, noting his extraordinary background, softly replied, "Please wait here a moment."

He then immediately went inside to report.

...

At this time, Ye Maoshan was still at home playing with crickets.

Ye Qichen, who rarely had a vacation, was also lounging in the living room playing games. He had just turned six, hadn’t grown much taller, still had small arms and legs, but his baby fat had diminished, gradually revealing the handsome contours characteristic of Ye family men, with exquisitely refined features.

At that moment, he was casually sitting on the living room sofa, lazily clutching his phone, his gaze intensely focused. To the unknowing, his concentrated look with tense jaw might have seemed like he was studying seriously.

Ye Maoshan looked up after fiddling with crickets for a moment and saw the little guy’s studious demeanor, putting down the small stick he was using to play with the crickets.

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