My Perfect Female CEO
Chapter 115 - 112: Henchman

Chapter 115: Chapter 112: Henchman

Liu Chan didn’t want to blow things up since it wouldn’t do him any good and could even land him in jail. Thus, to resolve the matter with minimal cost, he used both soft and hard tactics on Ye Qingping.

In fact, the wages for tens of thousands of people only added up to nearly ten million, which wasn’t much for him. However, his company was on the brink of bankruptcy, so why should he pay the salaries of those workers? This was Liu Chan’s selfish and despicable thought.

Liu Chan had fallen into a gambling addiction, harming others and himself, not to mention becoming extremely ruthless.

Currently, he didn’t have much cash flow left, not enough to pay wages. The expenses for bribery and hiring Wu Dahai were considerable. Next, he planned to start selling off the factory’s equipment and land.

Ye Qingping was unmoved by Liu Chan’s persuasion, saying angrily, "Director Liu, the workers chose me as their representative to demand their wages because they trust me. Even if I die, I must uphold justice. The workers’ hard-earned money isn’t easy to come by, and we won’t agree to you pocketing it. Do you think that by paying just my salary, you can silence everyone? You’re dreaming. You better give up on that thought early on."

"What are you going to do after having your lackeys break one of my legs? If you have the guts, break the other one too."

"In any case, I’m determined to fight you to the end. I won’t give up until I’ve gotten all the wages back."

Ye Qingping set aside his personal interests, risking his safety for the sake of the workers.

Wu Dahai’s expression darkened, revealing a malicious gleam. In the underworld, he was famously known as Brother Hai. A call from him could summon numerous followers, but now he was being called a lackey, which made him furious.

"You won’t cry until you see your coffin. Believe it or not, I’ll chop you to pieces," Wu Dahai said viciously.

"Come at me. If you’re just all talk, you’re nothing but a bastard," Ye Qingping taunted, seemingly indifferent.

"You’ve already broken one leg, and now you want to end my life? I want to see if there’s still justice in this world. If you’ve got the balls, go ahead and try. See if I don’t cut you down," Xu Xia’s kitchen knife gleamed sharply in her hand.

"Two miserable lives, and you dare to act arrogant in front of me, not knowing life from death," Wu Dahai furrowed his brow, a sharp light surging from his eyes.

Seeing Wu Dahai about to make a move, Liu Chan panicked. He urgently pleaded, "Brother Hai, don’t stoop to their level, I’m begging you, don’t get angry, and definitely don’t act. Otherwise, it will be a disaster for me."

How could Liu Chan not be anxious? He knew Wu Dahai could be ruthless and would go for the kill at any disagreement. If anything happened to Ye Qingping and his wife, the other workers wouldn’t let it go. If someone died, covering it up would be impossible, and it could cause a huge commotion.

Therefore, Liu Chan didn’t want a deadly conflict. If it were any ordinary worker, it might be manageable, but Ye Qingping was the workers’ representative. That’s why he was so anxious.

"I thought you hired a lackey to order around with money, but instead, you hired a god to worship, serving him as carefully as a pug. Director Liu, is your brain filled with dog shit, have you become so stupid?"

Ye Qingping had no nice words, his mocking voice slowly spreading out.

"Ye Qingping, don’t be so ungrateful. Do you think I have no way to deal with you? There’s a saying, ’each sweeps the snow from his own doorsteps, leaving others’ frost untouched.’ If you act foolishly, don’t blame me for being rude." Liu Chan banged the table and scolded with an angry face.

"Rude? When have you ever been polite to me? My leg’s already broken, so what else do you want to do?" Ye Qingping sneered, fearless. "I don’t believe that scum like you can keep running free forever."

Wu Dahai held back his anger without uttering a word. He deeply resented Ye Qingping and his wife, but for the sake of morality, he couldn’t easily act. Liu Chan hired him to resolve the issue, and he couldn’t afford to make things worse. It wouldn’t benefit him in any way.

Liu Chan was almost infuriated to the point of bursting. He pointed at Ye Qingping, yelling, "You’re as stubborn as a mule. Why are you doing this? If you don’t care about yourself, at least think about your daughter. If you keep refusing to compromise, don’t blame me for harming your daughter."

"You dare!" Ye Qingping’s eyes widened in shock.

Xu Xia’s expression also changed, revealing her worry.

The couple feared no threats and could endure any hardship, but they couldn’t stand by and watch their daughter be harmed.

In the hands of a thug like him, if their daughter were in danger, they couldn’t imagine what kind of disgrace she might face.

"Hmph, what don’t I dare?" Liu Chan snorted coldly, his expression extremely grim.

...

Meanwhile, Ye Fan was carrying Ye Juanjuan on his back, walking toward their home.

Ye Juanjuan had insisted on being carried by her brother, and Ye Fan naturally didn’t refuse.

In childhood, Ye Juanjuan was often carried on her brother’s back. Though the warmth and innocence of those days had long passed, Ye Juanjuan just wanted to lie on Ye Fan’s back and enjoy the feeling of being carried.

Ye Fan was more than willing to fulfill Ye Juanjuan’s request, trying his best to satisfy her in every way.

At the same time, he couldn’t help feeling unsettled and excited. The closer he got to home, the more nervous he felt, as if it was his first time visiting.

Ye Juanjuan and her family were his only relatives in this world and his home.

"Home"—what a warm word, plain yet extraordinary. For Ye Fan, it was a luxury.

"Brother, put me down quickly. There’s a bunch of hooligans at our doorstep. It looks like someone’s causing trouble at our house again," Ye Juanjuan said anxiously.

Ye Fan put his sister down, his expression turning icy cold.

The brother and sister approached the door, but Ye Juanjuan showed no fear. With her brother by her side, she felt safe, not worried at all since she knew Ye Fan’s strength firsthand.

"Hey little sister, when did you find yourself a pretty boy?"

"Being carried by that pretty boy isn’t as good as having your brother carry you, is it?"

"Little sister, be smart and advise your father to listen to Director Liu. Otherwise, your parents will meet a bad end, and you won’t fare any better either. We’ll make you feel like... you’re dying with ecstasy."

Three punks dressed roguishly, acting all nonchalant, eyed Ye Juanjuan lecherously.

They had no regard for Ye Fan whatsoever.

But Ye Fan’s eyes became chillingly cold.