Villa Secured

Chen Li had not expected this either. In the blink of an eye, her classmate's daughter had become the daughter of her own boss.

Qin Lan glanced at the contract in Ling Yun's hand. "Manager He, I'm giving this house to my daughter."

Manager He was startled. She was giving away seventy-eight million just like that? Eldest Miss, have you gone silly? Could the Eldest Miss really make the decision over so much money? Manager He had to remind her—this wasn't some ordinary commercial apartment worth a few hundred thousand.

"Eldest Miss, Mr. Ling's house is a villa. It costs seventy-eight million," Manager He said quietly into her ear as he walked over.

When Qin Lan heard it was over seventy million, her expression turned a little unpleasant, and regret rose in her heart. Although Purple Cloud Imperial County had assets of more than ten billion, not all of it belonged to her Lineage. If the other shareholders checked the accounts, there would inevitably be gossip.

At the same time, she was deeply shocked. Qianqian's father could actually afford it. But she had already said it; she could not take it back. How humiliating would that be in front of her goddaughter? At worst, she would use some of her private savings and borrow a little from her best friend to tide herself over.

"No need to waive it. I can afford this much," Ling Yun spoke up at that moment.

"No. This is my first-meeting gift as her godmother." Qin Lan had already made up her mind, so she stood firm.

Seeing him refuse, Chen Li felt that her classmate cared far too much about saving face.

"Your gift is too valuable. My daughter can't accept it." Ling Yun thought, How long was this back-and-forth going to last? I still had plenty to do. "How about this? We each take a step back. Just give me a ten-million discount. What do you think?"

Qin Lan agreed at once. She could accept that outcome too, and she happily carried Qianqian away.

Once all the paperwork was completed, Manager He handed the villa keys to Ling Yun. Half an hour later, Ling Yun got Chen Li's phone number and said goodbye to her. The beautiful Qin Lan was somewhat reluctant to part with Qianqian and insisted on treating Ling Yun to lunch.

Helpless, Ling Yun could only go along with her. He took his daughter and got into her Ferrari. Behind them followed five or six lowly little crawlers. Ling Yun had noticed long ago that Wang Ming had sent them. It was time to teach that fool a lesson; he had gone a little too far.

Inside the van, a Baldy said, "Elder Brother, President Wang was really generous this time. He gave us fifty thousand to teach some greenhorn a lesson. The requirements aren't high—just break one arm."

"Yeah. When we make our move, be quick about it," the yellow-haired leader said.

The Ferrari slowly drove into the Emperor Hotel parking area. The moment Ling Yun stepped out, Qin Lan came over and snatched Qianqian into her arms. Ling Yun spread his hands in an indifferent gesture, then followed her inside.

"Is the VIP private room on the top floor occupied?" Qin Lan asked the manager as she walked over.

"No. I'll arrange it for Eldest Miss right away." The manager turned and left.

So the Emperor Hotel was one of her family's businesses. No wonder so many people had nodded to her the moment they entered.

Following Qin Lan into the top-floor private room, Ling Yun found the environment fairly nice. Qin Lan asked what Qianqian liked to eat. After watching Qin Lan order several dishes, Ling Yun grabbed the menu and ordered a few more.

"Why did you order so much? Can we even finish it?" Qin Lan was speechless. Three people had ordered twelve dishes.

Ling Yun pointed at the little dog. "There's still him, isn't there?"

Qin Lan was so angry that she stopped talking.

"Godmother, Little Tiger is a member of our family too. We're friends. We always eat together," Qianqian explained.

She was too adorable. That one call of "godmother" melted Qin Lan's heart. She kissed Qianqian's little cheek. "Then we'll share some tasty food with him."

Soon, the dishes filled the table. Looking at the spread before her, the little one did not find it as wonderful as she had imagined and was a little disappointed. It was not even as good as what father made. Qin Lan was holding Qianqian, so she did not see her disappointed expression. Qin Lan said to the little one, "Qianqian, the food here is delicious. The hotel's head chef is a famous successor from the Capital City."

"Godmother Qin, feed me."

Ling Yun sampled a few dishes. In his heart, he reluctantly gave them seven out of ten. His brows furrowed as he wondered whether Qianqian could stomach them.

After feeding her a few bites, Qin Lan found that Qianqian would not eat anymore. Her little mouth puffed out as she kept shaking her head. Not knowing why, Qin Lan asked worriedly, "Qianqian, what's wrong?"

"It doesn't taste good." The little one pursed her lips. "Father's cooking is better."

"What? How could it not taste good?" Qin Lan ate here every day; she could say she never grew tired of it.

"Maybe Qianqian just isn't used to the dishes here." Ling Yun did not want to say that his cooking was far better than this. She would not believe him anyway, so he casually found an excuse to brush it off.

"Good daughter, just eat a little. Father will make you something delicious tonight."

Hearing Ling Yun's words, the little one immediately thought of the dishes she had eaten yesterday, and saliva instantly began to drip from her mouth.

Little Tiger suffered a little. The food clearly did not taste good, yet he did not dare show it, because his master had ordered several extra dishes. Under Ling Yun's threat, he obediently polished them all off.