Chapter 133 This old man still harbors resentment.

With the quiet restored around her, Ling Yue's discussion with the designers proceeded smoothly.

They didn't just blindly pressure Ling Yue to base her preferences on previous design drawings.

Instead, they kept asking about Ling Yue's hobbies to discover her attitude toward life and her personality.

The conversation was very pleasant.

In the end, Ling Yue decided to let the two designers each be responsible for 10 slabs of material.

The older designer said, "We will provide the first version of the design sketches within half a month."

"Good, just contact my housekeeper for subsequent progress." Ling Yue left Cheng Jiao's phone number.

The two designers left.

Yu Shuo raised her wrist to check her watch. "Miss Ling, it's getting late. I've reserved a local Hangzhou-style restaurant. Would you do me the honor of joining me?"

Bought jade, watched a show.

Gained some resentment value, and vented some frustration.

She was just getting hungry and wanted to eat something to celebrate.

"Miss Yu is too generous." Ling Yue accepted Yu Shuo's invitation.

Yu Shuo handed over the finishing work to the assistants of the shareholder uncles and focused entirely on accompanying her guest.

The journey took half an hour.

"Jincuixuan."

As soon as she got out of the car, Ling Yue recognized this lakeside building.

"Have you been here before, Miss Ling?" To book this restaurant, she had asked Kan Jiashu for help.

She had heard that Ling Yue preferred a light diet and lived at Bamboo Forest Residence, so she must enjoy an elegant dining environment.

Jincuixuan fit perfectly, and it was also secluded.

One courtyard for one guest—it was extremely elegant.

"It's a friend's restaurant."

Ling Yue didn't want to say more; she was hungry and wanted to eat.

Yanmei Private Room.

"Hello Miss Yu, there is already one of your guests waiting inside the private room." The ushering waiter suddenly said this when they reached the door.

Yu Shuo's footsteps froze. "I didn't invite anyone else today. Are you mistaken?"

The waiter looked somewhat flustered. "I don't think so. He said he was your..."

Before the waiter could finish, the door to the private room was pulled open from the inside.

"Ah, hahaha!"

Accompanied by a hearty laugh, Huang Yingxiong walked out of the private room. "Miss Ling, I've been waiting for a long time.

Shuo-Shuo, did you get stuck in traffic? Why are you here so late?"

Yu Shuo's expression stiffened.

Internal thought: *What the hell!!!*

"Dad, why are you here?" Yu Shuo said through gritted teeth.

Ling Yue saw her fists clenched tightly; she must have been trying very hard to resist the urge to punch Huang Yingxiong.

Huang Yingxiong was used to ignoring Yu Shuo's feelings. He pulled her aside, "Don't just stand outside. Go tell the waiter to serve the food quickly, and by the way, go to the entrance to pick up your brother."

Finally, he made a gesture of invitation and said to Ling Yue, "Please come in, Miss Ling."

He looked down on Ling Yue.

A young girl, hyped up too much—there was bound to be some exaggeration.

But today.

Ling Yue had actually spent nearly 1.3 billion at his Huang Family business.

All cash, transferred quickly!

He admitted that he had been slapped in the face hard.

At that moment, he couldn't care about the pain of the face-slap. He immediately drove to the factory, intending to intercept the deal. That damn girl had actually managed to secure a big order!

He couldn't let her fully grasp the resource that was Ling Yue; otherwise, that unfilial girl would be working against him everywhere.

On the way, his assistant found out that Yu Shuo had booked a private room at Jincuixuan. He guessed that Yu Shuo must be taking Ling Yue out for lunch, so he gave up on going to the factory and rushed to the restaurant as fast as he could.

Sure enough.

Yu Shuo had brought Ling Yue here. That ingrate really had some tricks up her sleeve.

Too bad, so what if she had tricks? In the end, wasn't he the one who would reap the benefits?

Huang Yingxiong gave himself a few big thumbs-up in his heart, completely failing to notice how ugly Ling Yue's expression was.

Ling Yue didn't move for a long while. Huang Yingxiong's arm was getting sore from holding it out. "Miss Ling?"

Ling Yue stood still. "Since this is Miss Yu's family dinner, I shouldn't intrude.

A-Lan, Cheng Jiao, let's go."

Huang Yingxiong: ?

"Miss Ling, you've misunderstood. This isn't a family dinner; Shuo-Shuo and I specifically invited you." Huang Yingxiong didn't understand the situation.

He was the helmsman of the Huang Family. Eating with her personally was a sign of respect—why was she pulling a long face instead?

"Just because Mr. Huang invites me, does that mean I have to come?" Ling Yue's words were nothing if not direct.

"I wanted to eat this meal earlier, but now I don't." She turned her head to look at Yu Shuo. "Miss Yu, I've been very happy working with you, but sometimes it's not so pleasant. There are too many issues, and there's always some drama halfway through.

As for this meal, you two father and daughter can eat it yourselves."

Huang Yingxiong was completely dumbfounded.

Wait, no?

This girl is targeting me, right!

[resentment value: 62%]

Ling Yue's eyes narrowed slightly: This old geezer still has resentment value.

Only 1%.

Tch.

So little, is he trying to send away a beggar!

Ling Yue couldn't be bothered to lash out; she took her people and left.

Yu Shuo took two deep breaths, struggling hard to hold back.

Huang Yingxiong turned a blind eye and even blamed her: "What are you still standing there for? Go chase after her!"

"Chase what?!" Yu Shuo lost her temper. "Everything was fine until you showed up! As soon as you arrived, she left. You jinx!"

Huang Yingxiong was incredulous: "??? A, a jinx? Yu Shuo, I am your father!"

"I don't care who you are." Yu Shuo couldn't take it anymore.

He just had to interfere! And he always made things worse!

Had Huang Yingxiong used up all his brain cells trying to have a son? How could he be this stupid?

Yu Shuo ran off to chase after them.

Halfway there, she encountered Huang Jingluo and ran past him, completely ignoring him.

Huang Jingluo was just about to make a sarcastic remark: *So what if some people try hard? In the end, aren't they just doing the work for someone else?*

Before he could get the mockery out, Yu Shuo had already disappeared.

Was there anything more infuriating than having words stuck in one's throat?

He stomped over to Huang Yingxiong to complain.

"Dad~!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Huang Yingxiong slapped him, twisting his mouth to the side.

The person covered his face, looking pitiful and incredulous: "Dad, you actually hit me?"

"Don't think I don't know what you did at the factory today. Such a good opportunity, and you actually let Yu Shuo snatch it away. What use are you to me!"

Huang Yingxiong had heard that Ling Yue spent a huge sum to clear half the warehouse stock, and he was ecstatic.

Then he heard his precious son had been stupid, and he almost died of anger again.

His mood fluctuated wildly; he was about to have a heart attack.

He had to admit, his precious son couldn't compare to Yu Shuo, and precisely because he couldn't compare, he was even angrier.

The son he sired couldn't even compare to the daughter that woman gave birth to!

This was undoubtedly like being slapped in the face with a shoe insole.

It was the first time Huang Jingluo had seen his old man so furious, so he didn't dare to act up. He said timidly: "Dad, at least the client is ours, and we aren't losing out."

"Useless, useless!" Huang Yingxiong clutched his heart.

Huang Jingluo said cautiously: "The Kan Family doesn't do jewelry business anyway. When Yu Shuo marries into the Kan Family, won't the big client have to be handed back to you? Just let her be smug for now."

Huang Yingxiong was so angry he got a headache. "Pig brain! What could I ever expect you to figure out?!"

Forget it.

Huang Yingxiong thought to himself: My precious son is a failure, but thankfully I've started a new one recently.

I must train the new one well.